tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91661115211521003302024-03-13T16:28:19.514-04:00Sangre y Pajas en Flor: ViNomadic? Because.A Dialectic of Wine, Absent Women & Song:
Synaesthetic Notes on the Political Economy of Wine & FoodviNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.comBlogger237125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-2137890273708387172024-01-05T17:05:00.000-04:002024-01-05T17:05:37.261-04:00Grace en Gracias<p> --<br />a glad struggle to focus & show<br />how this aging shadow <br />succeeds at pretend ownership<br />of midnight breaks--<br /><br />fruitless backtracking<br />held beyond the bored repeats<br />on empty roads<br /><br />every solitary night<br />I translate another lesson in trust<br />--<br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-69955024787301350592023-11-01T15:36:00.001-04:002023-11-01T17:29:16.418-04:00Final Harvest<p> --<br />To quote replicant Leon--<br /> 'Do you know what it's like to live in fear?'<br /><br />Some don't need reaper season paraphernalia <br />lighting up All Hallows Eve<br />to be reminded our lives bump down their path<br />surrounded by ghosts<br /><br />Fighting to keep my eyes open<br />staring into oncoming death since I was twelve<br /><br />Fighting to make peace with the fact<br />it will likely creep over my shoulder<br />to snuff my last bewildered breath in mute surprise<br />--<br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-33080675505051968432023-08-25T16:50:00.001-04:002023-08-25T16:50:56.304-04:00Barren Progress<p> --<br />I run South <br />at an angle to fading twilight<br /><br />I turn around & the river funnels a cold Northerly<br />against my chest where shadows fall<br /><br />Dim past is the icy night calling the tune <br />I can't dance around<br /><br />But the ticktock world of labor markets<br />marches at dawn<br />pretending clear daylight will focus justice <br />--<br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-68525861103740148972023-02-08T00:37:00.000-04:002023-02-08T00:37:27.158-04:00Verlaine Channel Surf<p> --<br />you seized a life that righteous gossip would diminish<br />and blew the beats full with contrarian history<br />to lift some sharper wounded substance of sweet danger<br />well beyond seductive labels once wild nurtured<br /><br />gritty grungy balance ever under booted feet<br />only your voice would not shelter under alien masking thrum<br />whilst blunt trickster arrows sail across an ocean in your heart<br />finding senseless targets in your studied joking art<br /><br />dear secret brother dear wandering brother <br />dear steadfast unknown brother painfully revealed<br />recognised in journeys and in loss and crackling absence<br />--<br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-21951432421629136642023-01-06T15:45:00.000-04:002023-01-06T15:45:39.146-04:00Regarding certain 2022 Festive Vortex submissions...<p> </p><p>Most-- if not all!-- of the new music I discover these days is what gets played on the Listening Club, so<br />it felt a bit redundant to pick a couple of tracks from any of the ear-opening selections that club members have regaled our assembled multitude with in the last year-- dare I say, especially these last few months? So I thought I'd share a couple recent surprising tracks by two very different, dear musical friends--<br /><br />Jon Royce (<b><i>Around That Time of Night</i></b>) is a graphic artist, animator & multi instrumentalist based in Hamilton, Ontario. He grew up in Puerto Rico and he and Léné Lovich are the only two people that flattered me by asking for flute lessons- talk about the pupils outpacing the teacher! This selection, as far as I know, is his first published & shared song form, although I believe he has earlier composed &/or arranged instrumental pieces. Hmm-- there's two versions of it now on his <a href="https://soundcloud.com/jonathan-royce-1">https://soundcloud.com/jonathan-royce-1</a> page...<br /><br />José 'Popu' Román, (<b><i>Snowstorm</i></b>, as O.P.A.L.) on the other hand, is a prolific programmer-composer of electronica and other musics across a wide spectrum of genres-- from the industrial trash punk of D35C0JóN UR84N0 to the tropical(?) shoegaze of his O.P.A.L. project. It's all published through his online label, 'Rojo y Negro records', and posted on the label's Bandcamp page: <a href="https://descojonurbano.bandcamp.com/music">https://descojonurbano.bandcamp.com/music</a></p><p>All the best to said assembled multitude in this anxiously developing 2023! Let's see if I can focus & find the threads to finally spool out those story fragments from my musical youth. BTW...I'd love to find a soprano sax-- ideally for less than a grand-- as I am increasingly in need of some musical self-care & therapy...putting this out there, working on my positive intention-ality towards the universe...<br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-42520253626024695472022-10-21T00:26:00.000-04:002022-10-21T00:26:06.417-04:00Sombra del Hogar<p> --<br />traigo un calorcito que parpadea<br />señales de muda despedida<br /><br />dudo de sus fuentes y su constancia<br />pero me orienta ante la fría sombra<br />que pretende acogerme en el exilio<br /><br />contra el filo de la medianoche <br />la telaraña de ramas desnudas<br />teje la cuna del postrer reposo<br />--<br /><br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-49155476616026525172022-10-16T13:56:00.004-04:002024-03-07T13:19:25.992-04:00Despedida de Duelo: Epitafio del Amargo<p>(ante un espejo de años donde mi carácter <br />de chayote adquiere deformación terminal) <br /></p><p> --<br />No vivió: transitó como fantasma <br />natimuerto por el mundo<br />forastero embutido en disfraz de carne zombi.<br /><br />Mentiroso transeúnte, derrochó el amor<br />que no fue suyo y del reconocimiento <br />que pudiera merecer por algún talento escaso<br />la huella guardó-- ¡tan bien oculta!-- bajo la duda<br />(o la sospecha contaminada de resentimientos)<br />que desde la vacía condena de su ausencia<br />sólo el demonio que atormenta su disoluta inocencia<br />puede aún, desde aquél mustio ramillete de caprichos<br />que una esencia pretende, rendir cuentas.<br /><br />Confundió la lengua de músicas ignotas<br />con sones de añorados idiomas fronterizos<br />cuyos ecos hechiceros deshacían<br />el rastro de su desorientada fuga<br /><br />Ejercitó un informal deseo informe<br />contra los abundantes muros<br />que acorralaban la ruta de su deriva<br />en constante sabotaje a pretendidas metas<br />y a cualquier ficción de plenitud:<br /><br />Al final logró publicar su rabia <br />para alimentar la rebelión desnuda de futuro<br />y descansar en guerra.<br />-- <br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-65494008678117188432022-10-15T23:23:00.005-04:002022-10-15T23:23:58.868-04:00To Reap the Rear View<p> --<br />an early harvest moon, fullness<br />a mere skip & jump closer to equinox<br />than midsummer's buzz<br /><br />mercury retrograde stalls in haze<br />soaking urgent cricket chirp<br />under whirling constellations <br /><br />another piece in a shapeless puzzle?<br />--<br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-8701624536248561422022-10-03T01:45:00.000-04:002022-10-03T01:45:12.473-04:00Autumn Falls<p> --<br />the welcoming drizzle gives the lie<br />to the names of the season<br /><br />gliding on the shifting gusts<br />to costume your face<br />en llanto postizo <br />that cools the unfinished sermons<br />of your caffeine Sunday<br />--<br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-82526299861209822142022-09-18T23:32:00.001-04:002022-09-18T23:32:18.863-04:00Test of Age<p> --<br />no respite nor company<br />no routing clues or refuge<br />no source no destination<br /><br />no tracks no guiding light<br />no mentor no tradition<br />no wilderness but man-made threats<br /><br />no allies no support<br />no comrades no supplies<br />no adversaries except blood relations<br /><br />no contact for a soothing touch<br />no mirror gaze no rubbing home<br />no grating questions in your voice<br /><br />no voice no cry no measured sound<br />no history for our senses<br />anymore or less the same<br />--<br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-66425951043109623922022-09-18T23:29:00.000-04:002022-09-18T23:29:00.402-04:00Highland Fling, 1990<p> --<br />I'm your brainy pig, crude in silence<br />Nothing else<br /><br />Sunk in useless knowledge: ENajenaDO<br /><br />(Between one big love & another <br />your strength turned <br />the trick of owning my bluff<br />in a mirror of shameless burn)<br /><br />Miss you every day of my so-called life<br />--<br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-47720606460968573582022-09-07T23:53:00.004-04:002022-09-07T23:53:52.557-04:00Ghost of a Voice<p> --<br />ALL YOU MOB<br />sinking weight shaping tracks in Mama soil<br />for random fading heartbeats<br />beyond your last breath<br />have a profile arc of life that may glow<br />against mine own weightless fog of words<br /><br />all echoes muted, shut down & up<br />--<br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-78516310395978746352022-09-06T00:43:00.000-04:002022-09-06T00:43:17.953-04:00Old Fuel Trailers<p> --<br />run down roll struck out of excuses <br />for sticking around <br />I'll hit my teen-snicker age unstuck<br /><br />out of imagination that cherished <br />life as a synonym for exhaustion <br />has not run its course<br /><br />a shrunken constellation<br />of conditions beyond<br />a narrower memory fit to breathe<br /><br />midsummer shows the dry dark path<br />circling to lock in<br />OLD FUELS DIE HARD<br />--</p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-68123448582285783512022-02-17T11:19:00.000-04:002022-02-17T11:19:42.415-04:00Letra con Sangre<p> --<br />el amor se presenta sólo como infinito túnel <br />de su reducción con encaje <br />bordado para seducirnos a la espeleología <br />penetrante por geologías de género<br />que determinan y clasifican una estructura<br />o armazón naturalizada<br /><br />el amor que nos enlaza entre alardes o secretos<br />por solidaridad pasión o turbia sangre<br />opera según mecánicas en diagrama y códigos ocultos<br />que los discapacitados de la percepción sentimental <br />desvelamos entre rugido <br />añorante y mugido vergonzoso<br /><br />pues desde mi tierna infancia la invocación del amor<br />era preludio para justificar castigo y disciplina<br />--<br /> </p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-62486922201519877632021-10-02T14:10:00.001-04:002021-10-03T17:35:31.896-04:00Navigation<p> --<br />seek the depth of our landmass<br />across the wrong ocean<br /><br />a turn inside out<br />as the wind blows its bluish skin to whitecaps<br /><br />the circling blur above swoops down<br />to skim the crossing-- flight of ideas<br />home to roost, no dry land<br /><br />(wrong side of the current, every twisted<br />mother tongue torn to shreds<br />by vagaries of history: yet another foul wind) <br />--<br /></p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-76033432307078752582021-07-01T11:10:00.000-04:002021-07-01T11:10:50.115-04:00Raise Your Virgin Assumptions<p> --<br />Och, you tug at these heartstrings so<br />they soon fly torn to shreds!</p><p>Nothing left of my saintly Ma's crumb-boy<br />but a trail in failures through-and-through</p><p>While the search for exits from this vale of tears<br />drags on and on -anon?- since age fourteen...</p><p>Confessional suicides from bad to verse<br />translate Catholic to universal faith<br />--</p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-11639737641153740152020-12-01T12:09:00.000-04:002020-12-01T12:09:14.681-04:00The Mother Conditions<p> --<br />(though you wound me up & set me off<br />I cannot blame you anymore<br />for a life that runs in circles--<br />dancing away to avoid an exit <br />that opens on the edge of a cliff<br />I've been skirting in dreams for so long)</p><p>Love turned up broken by rules<br />--unrecognized in its naming.<br />Was it hatched into this world<br />or carved out of mud cakes & rhyme?</p><p>How many origin stories<br />betray fulfillment with a kiss?</p><p>Each & every knocking vessel--<br />ship or bottle, spilling drink<br />shattered dishes, rolling plates--<br />builds a ritual continuity<br />out of each rejecting break<br />--</p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-20558803059615593592020-10-23T18:59:00.000-04:002020-10-23T18:59:01.473-04:00Destino Trucado<p> --<br />el burlador exhaló aliento de coyote <br />al amasar mi arcilla inquieta<br />con fuerza interior pero ajena</p><p>subterráneo poder superior<br />me dejó en papel secundario<br />para el trayecto de la vida</p><p>rumbo de tejas rotas a medio cuajar<br />en sendero marcado <br />por plumas de cuervo chamuscadas</p><p>origen incierto<br />destino ignoto<br />trazado de paso terco<br />bajo aliento de pulmón roto<br />--</p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-24812398763270278932020-10-07T18:35:00.000-04:002020-10-07T18:35:52.309-04:00Aguacero en Idioma Desconocido<p> --<br />sin importar la estación</p><p>con bochorno estival<br />o vendaval invernal<br />cuando llega la lluvia <br />a esta costa norte<br />de una repisa occidental<br />en el continente expansivo</p><p>no hay interrupción alguna<br />en las precipitaciones reinantes<br />su caída hace su propio vacío <br />contra la tierra</p><p>el cielo es un trono disuelto</p><p>el sueño y la digestión se anudan<br />inaugurando heridas<br />en la decepción por el falso refugio<br />para la sed ajena</p><p>el cuerpo es una oreja<br />saturada por zumbidos en clave<br />--</p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-69004583747270171402020-09-30T12:03:00.001-04:002020-09-30T12:03:08.644-04:00Science Nor Fiction Parts<p> --<br />flesh vessels flashing <br />one and all glowing flaws<br />into thin air memory labels</p><p>hammering improved mirrors<br />in the worst uttering <br />mechanics beneath direction</p><p>how many copies?<br />counter loses count<br />in gaining perspective</p><p>drip-fill swelling<br />by any other means<br />would drain as hard & fast</p><p>bloat only to bursting<br />a spurt a splash a stain<br />empty repeats<br />--</p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-85634445357871661672020-09-11T12:27:00.000-04:002020-09-11T12:27:24.642-04:00Borrón de Genealogía<p> --<br />Mi familia desteje historias.</p><p>Por eso mi garabateo letrado<br />no monta ni diagrama un arco narrativo.<br />No reconoce la ruta entre origen y destino</p><p>Anécdotas y memorias trazan <br />movimientos pendulares<br />Señalan curvas de mareo<br />y apuntan otra turbia borrachera</p><p>Rasgando una marca contra la gravedad<br />el vaivén de lengua pesada<br />choca contra el encierro<br />o escapa por el desierto del desamparo</p><p>Comoquiera cargo irremediablemente<br />mi relevo de letras rotas<br />ilegibles<br />indescifrables<br />--</p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-53665152706499820922020-08-19T08:26:00.000-04:002020-08-19T08:26:11.649-04:00Vocación Accidental<p> --<br />ante paisajes de papel en blanco<br />--llanuras o riscos escarpados--<br />el pie tropieza<br />el tobillo se desgarra<br />la memoria clavetea muletas<br />por arriesgar otro paso en falso</p><p>las manos crispadas <br />no pueden amortiguar la caída<br />(el tropezón aparatoso)<br />espejos del ser astillado<br />en marcos de hueso<br />(la sombra más frágil de los años)</p><p>descoyuntado aleteo de memoria dislocada<br />quién dijo alas?<br />miembros que hurgan<br />a tientas en redondo<br />--</p>viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-64739331212141363082020-07-27T20:31:00.006-04:002020-07-27T20:39:15.079-04:00Atento al Atentado--<br />
atento a la difícil calma<br />
donde cada paso es primero<br />
tras un primero tras el primero<br />
para la tarea de los nudos<br />
en su enredo informe<br />
<br />
difícil sin horror<br />
ni frustración ni hastío<br />
para la tarea de los nudos<br />
cuyo enredo informe de temor<br />
ante los borrones y evidentes olvidos<br />
aún pretende apoyar<br />
la imposible medida<br />
la impredecible supervivencia<br />
--viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-35595615949645594622020-07-24T19:36:00.000-04:002020-07-24T19:36:45.513-04:00Fatal Science--<br />
alone with<br />
self-diagnostic routines<br />
hypervigilance<br />
is nothing but mandatory<br />
compulsive data collection<br />
<br />
for the upgrading support<br />
for the logical glue<br />
for a label to stick<br />
<br />
through the masking context<br />
of culture in adopted language<br />
an allowance of breathing room<br />
<br />
alone<br />
with self-diagnostic routines<br />
life is nothing<br />
but self-fulfilling prophecies<br />
of decline and death<br />
--viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9166111521152100330.post-90990602885532417492020-07-18T10:29:00.000-04:002020-07-18T10:29:55.224-04:00Tricks of twilight--<br />
the refuge of yon cabin ended in collapse<br />
as it may have been meant to<br />
from its shared erection<br />
<br />
the disavowed trickster is nothing but<br />
the thief of enlightenment<br />
the fallen teacher of human cunning<br />
<br />
coyote snickers at human tracking<br />
fearful divination sought in entrails<br />
cowrie shells or matrix grids of probability<br />
<br />
a remnant of crow feathers<br />
smudges the sunset in a swirling<br />
web of smoldering ashes<br />
--viNomadichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10871310275756229282noreply@blogger.com0