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it'SgonnaBEaBumbyFlight#2017

ringHERin

2017: C'mon, dare me... Go aHead and fantasize I'm gonna Be... beTTer...thanALLpastOnes... c'mon you wig-twats... go, ahead, beLIEve!

2016: oh, lOOk@yOU, trampyTrash... how, oh how can yOU live with yoursELF? 

2017: HairyKarma, yOU leap-year-slut-you... 'tis called kARmasuTraSnatch... kneel! and stop whinning LoL-oLé...

2016: ...but... but I... swear I tried MY best! 

2017: notgOOd enough, you ignorant slut...Feliz aNos, happy assholes... And don't forget, be good to yourselves... 'cause I ain't caring much this time...

DEnOsdalgia

w-art

Just as a reality tv buffon millionaire has become unpresidented by ignorance, this event is just the reality of Robert Longo's 1980s art nightmares. These images will be w-art history.

emPLUmados

deneuveBYbailey, 1968

la gran rubia sublime, de trigueña con pajarraco  de cuello largo...

thatFuriousLesbian

Mercedes de Acosta (1893-1968), estadounidense de padre cubano y madre española, es aún, como escritora, una desconocida para el público hispanohablante, porque su poesía, su prosa y su teatro --escritos originalmente en inglés-- son prácticamente inexistentes en español y suelen ser opacados por su biografía amorosa --la autora fue amante de una constelación de relevantes artistas, tales como Eva Le Gallienne, Isadora Duncan, Greta Garbo y Marlene Dietrich. 

Imposeída (46 poemas) constituye la primera compilación y traducción al español de un conjunto significativo de sus tres poemarios publicados en vida. Entre temas íntimos y sociales, Mercedes de Acosta plasmó en Moods (1919, Mudanzas), Archways of Life (1921, Arcos de vida) y Streets and Shadows (1922, Calles y sombras) la experiencia urbana y homoafectiva de una época turbulenta y transgresora.

Imposeída, a la venta aquí en Createspace.

 "Raving Beauty", below, is a song cycle  (The Unrequited Lover's Lament, The Sisters, Rushing through the garden) based on the life of Mercedes De Acosta, a socialite who had no choice but to hide her lesbian desires. The song cycle explores Acosta's relationships with the women in her life, including actress Greta Garbo, dancer Isadora Duncan, and Acosta's sister, the fashion icon Rita Lydig. A famed poet, playwright and socialite, Acosta was a prominent figure in early 20th century gay society, known for her numerous affairs with Hollywood's elite. 

The Unrequited Lover’s Lament

 You were pure corona
 some days—I was allowed
 a glimpse—and some days
 you were full-on darkness. 

 Some days it was best
 to look away. 

You gave me little else
 but my own shadow, 

and so I shadowed you. 

I sang for you. 

I was the vowel slipped in 

among your consonants. 

I was your constant. 

I never suffered 

and I suffered always

—me with my sun-burnt heart.

 

paraQUÉ

laStrada

ah, estas canciones... banda sonora de mis diez años cubanos, escondida detrás de las arecas del patio matando hormigas, escuchando el radio en la distancia... cancioncitas italianas y francesas que reemplazaron el rock americano... las versiones de canciones de los beatles hechas por los mustang españoles... las cursilerías del amor, del desamor... y marta strada, reina del carnaval del melodrama del feeling cubiche de los 60, y yo... gordita con sandalias rusas, en shorts y camisita de guinga rojiblanca, imitándola detrás de las arecas, sacudiendo la cabeza desgañitándome para espantar los fantasmas que habitaban el cuartico de desahogo donde estaban los trastes y el lavadero... 

justWhistleIT

I think your whole life shows in your face and you should be proud of that.

Lauren Bacall, just whistling it...

aLAcQUEincubaCOBARDE

a la C, p. 17 de palabrerías aNalfabéticas, om ulloa, 2016

caDnaval funebretérico

  ...poDque eDta rebolú-inacción A dicho baDta y A hechado andaL... 
compañeros, hagan Kola pa'L caDnaval funebretérico que de puta a punta
A de recorreL toda la Fermosa durante un semanario de muela en duelo 
por quien no merece amoL porque en vida la hizo mieLda, de punta a puta
y demás... al cenicero con el tabacón, cacho de cabrón... 
ya saben, desfile funebretérico a paso de conga... que el guayabo ya está en la caja

aLAmemoriaDE

Tres exiliados cubanos en Madrid, España, 1969. Todos muertos, 2016. Ninguno regresó. 

Three Cuban exiles in Madrid, Spain, 1969. All dead, 2016. None got to go back.

s p L a s h M e n o t

WordShiftReminder

1KkissesDeep

aycoño... fua, se fue Leonard también, thru the crack where there is light...

y de nuevo, he aquí enlace a mi playlist de LC, 
Leonard wants it darker::Cohen ReCovered
que pareciera me estoy convirtiendo en la discoteca personal de todos los muertos, pordió. 

precisamente la hice hace unos quince días, mientras llovía pq LC es la mejor compañía para esos días. el otoño, acabo de leer en alguna parte, es la estación ideal para "disfrutar" del "letting go" y me quedé mirando la oración  largo rato y me dejé ir... al carajo.

TrompetillaMatutina

Robert Frank, from The Americans 

Cannot swallow, much less assimilate the irony of the lame, hypocritical call to "let's keep-on fighting" of all those on social websites who I --my jaded instinct and I-- suspect chose to waste their very valuable vote on idealistic 3rd party options we-all-knew-were-going-nowhere or who opted not to vote as we all faced "the election of a lifetime". 

I want to be kind, chill and accepting, be cool, shrug in to-each-its-own mode, fuck this and that, bitch and then relax, tirarlo todo a mierda BUT... it hurts, doesn't it? Big-league pain, ah kiddies? As you then ache as I do and millions more, you young bucks out on the streets protesting last night (and that is good, it is, really, sooooo keep it up... for the next four years. c'mon, you got the stamina...) all over the land, from sea to shining see-I-told-you-so, comemierditas ligeritos tan cargados de ideales... blah-blah-blah

So, instead, let me tell you all, with irony as I iron my soul to the tune of a sonorous trompetilla to the "elected-leader" and to you, ingenues de la bobería instantánea --and we all have been there-- go suck on this reality and savor it's bitter juice as it drips down your boquita fresca y contestona, anticapitalista y antiDEtodo. Yeah, right? nasty fucking bitter orange juice and screeching sounds from the gutterland, from us to all, with love. 

and next time vote, motherfuckers.
but now, yeah, let's keep on fighting: 

SIGN BELOW if you agree with mrT #notMYpresident

1. PETITION TO ELECTORAL COLLEGE TO CHANGE THEIR VOTE ACCORDING TO POPULAR VOTE

2.  PETITION TO ABOLISH ELECTORAL COLLEGE

DePipol'sMantra

Barbara Kruger

ignorance has won. and all the spines attached to it. such a constant posssibility that we did not want to accept and kept trying to avoid. the prick. the intense pain of the prick. prickly pain. it is here. deal with it. life shall never be the same in these fragmented states of america. the same as what. what is the fear of knowing what we are. what we really are, not what we think we are.

i rembember this well. who what when where. in 1984 i drove an hour west after the Reagan landslide was already called. i drove to vote where i was registered, west. of the city. the big urban refuge from that scary silent minority that had screamed. oh go west, young woman, go. to vote for Mondale/Ferraro. the first male-female presidential ticket. ever. in 1984. history biting my ass, my big wide cuban democratic ass. and as i drove the radio echoed our defeat. and i, and she for there must always be a she along, drove west running on faith. for democracy. our right, knowing it was all lost, but i had to cast that vote. lost for that moment. then, so long ago, the past. i drove west. fast, screaming and screeching. and now. ignorance has won. so many votes not casted. or casted in vain. and nowhere to drive. such ignorance of the old, and the new. such waste of youth.

for nothing worse than ignorance. feeding sexism, racism, homophobia in small minds. tiny little minds with the right to vote. to defy history, to repeat mistakes. ah, rebellious refusal to learn from the cycles of the wheel. such wastefulness in youth, our idealistic slide in the sadness of time. el tiempo, el implacable. so let's burn in misguided rebelliousness and not vote or vote down the drain, knowing that it won't count. but IT was our right. to vote. a mi manera. hice lo que quise, sin pensar. pensar en todo. lo demás. los demás. la demasía de no ser yo, ego.

in 1984. the pain, it was a passing pain with time on my side, tic-tac time. today there's no such time for mistakes, not for me, not for anybody else. not even for the boasting crowds celebrating today. not even for the fools justifying their poor choices in egovolátiles... i have the right. self before country, our country. land of the free, sort of. not the best, not the ideal. but ours. for now. and here we are. on the brink. of a big ism. and we shall fall. popul. of da pipol for da pipol. pipolism populista. we all are in this fall. rolling stones in the abyss. going, going. gone. too late to lament. 

om ulloa

a los errores incautos de los mentecatos. perdonados sean porque no saben lo que han hecho. por ignorantes, tan a sabiendas sin embargo, que "la ignorancia mata a los pueblos."  (josé martí)

HIGHmiddleTOP

aiming high, the only way

#imwithHER

#HillaryRodhamClinton

#MadamPresident
#AbouTimePastDue

goatFUN

The path from greatness. #WorldSeries  #FlyTheW

A video posted by cubs (@cubs) on Nov 4, 2016 at 11:11am PDT

G(reatest) O(f) A(ll) T(ime) F(ans-of-the) UN(iverse)

and for the full parade, this link will take you to the best coverage (from 00:14:30 to 00:27:30 it is the best coverage without fill-in commentary, with great views of the city and only the background sound of the incredible crowds)... enjoy:

WGN 9-Chicago's live-on-demand coverage of the 2016 World Champions Chicago Cubs parade