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Poetry

a poem about my ex-girlfriend Gloria Blanco

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woman in green kimono with reflection of golden light
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you are so beautiful

I’d like a picture

of you from every

angle to admire

you from below,

beneath, above, beside

beloved

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Reviews of Wines

Wine Review: Catena: the undisputed champion wine

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victory wine

Catena

La Consulta Malbec

this wine is rich and jammy full on the palate and strong notes of black cherry, delicious, 10/10 would recommend

cold glacier snow wood
Lovely Mendoza mountains, somewhere I would love to go

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How To Guide

How To Be Good At Teamwork

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the keys to being a happy teammate

1. Prioritize teams’ goals over your individual goals

For example, one can be flexible about the time at which one meets with the team.

2. Build trust within the team

Communicate. Communicate. Communicate. Also, do not do any sneaky behaviors.

3. Be reliable and deliver status updates

Make promises that you can keep. Complete every engagement that you say you are going to for the team.

4. Avoid Toxic Sympathy

Avoid gossip. If you keep your attitude good and continue finding positive things to say about your group, then you are going to enjoy it and fare better.

5. Respect your teammates

If someone shares a secret with you, keep it for them, rather than violating their trust. When there is conflict on the team, seperate the person from the conflict.

6. Do not leave work til the last minute

Think ahead to when you and the group are together, combining the bits that you have done independently. Be proactive.

7. Be self-aware

Pay attention to your own emotions. Take time for self care.

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Art Collages Drawing

Old Drawings by Richard Harrison

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I have a mountain of sketchbooks with many hidden secrets

cy clops

Blue lipped beauty

la concha
me walking around London

This was an old desire, to visit London

I read that in renaissance paintings, the direction the eyes go tells what the figures desire
cartoon
polar bears mating

I watched these two at the zoo

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Music Review

New Album Review: Apocalypse Love by the Black Lips

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taken from the Black Lips Instagram

The band is badass, no doubt about that, a cool band. Apocalypse Love is brimming with spooky rock and roll-ness. It is an album on which the band has differed themselves from their previous selves, as heard on Sing In A World That’s Falling Apart. Stolen Valor is anthemic, a country tune, with piano stylings similar to Floyd Cramer. Sounds here are influenced by Bowie, circa Diamond Dogs, (i.e Crying on A Plane, )… Also has a hip-hop-influenced ballad that is my favrotie one, “Sharing My Cream.” Lost Angel is spooky-sounding.

How occult! How mystical!

I gotta say the lyrical content is based, from The Black Lips.

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Photographs Poetry

haikus + poem

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The following are poems I have crafted

Low Country

all day speeding thru

green pastures, where chopped trees

billow hickory smoke

Untitled

I see art exhibits at MOCA

I got to college in Boca

I sip Coca-Cola

Puerto Rican ron

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Let’s party.! It’s a long way to the bank!

I can be your head hold up every long

I was watching boy and he was then back down

Untitled

I would like to eat a philosophish

so it could fill my belly with logic truth

Untitled

I want to seize the day

but I was like no fuck it

I curled up in a white bucket

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I am more of a mess than a rainy day

because you have no idea that I feel this way

BRING OUT THE WINES

You must break in and catch the thief,

while he is in the act of stealing jewelry and cologne

Break into my own home, you mite ask?

Yes,

This will be a fun party

the pristine cleanliness of my apartment

mysterious body that unflushes from my toilet

when I discover something valuable has gone missing

Where have all the things I stole gone?

Someone stole them back

Someone stole them

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Poetry

some poems about love

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Untitled

A clique of wild girls

lie around me, planting

kisses on my mouth

and forehead and chin

and neck. Their black

irises twinkling

in the blue red

light of my comfy

brown leather sofa.

I sit there

and be kissed,

humble poet,

recorder

of this dream.

Love Emoji

I am back in the library

poring over old letters from

Catalina to Madrid to Havana

centuries ago, pronouncing

new words, new verbs, in their

triform, ir er and ar.

I want to tell you that I want to squeeze you 

til you feel the love

I want to count the

times you’ve told me you love

me by all the stars in the sky

I want to make you laugh

a sidesplitting laugh

It is perfectly bright and warm

in my room

scratchy wool under my back

The sun has moved across the sky

I want to be here with you in the

night

I want to give you love

you treasure

forever

that builds you

a towering joy

“Terribly glad you decided to drop by,

Ellen Robinson,”

Your brown chest, goose pimpled,

you add cinnamon, its kiss is sweet like yours

you are that one person that I’ve been waiting for

waiting for my phone to ring,

I like the way my phone pings

about you wanting to rendezvous

for red

someplace after you get off

I’ll be there

looking debonair

like a new romantic

“that’s what I like about you you really know

how to dance,”

plays in my head, the vibrato

waves like an engine shifting gears,

I feel happy to know you want me

Your hips like ballerinas’

wrapped in your black dress

hair with streaks of blonde like a lady

who works at Navarro and says “Mira”

and “lo mismo” and wears a lot of gold jewelry,

your eyes dancing across my face

revealing your pleasure

you are like a letter in the mail-person’s bag

promising the words that I long to hear spoken

into my ear

and to speak into your ear,

because you make what you want to hear

Your blue jean jacket

reminding me of

music festival smokers

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Travel Blog

Visiting Virginia

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Time for a Trip on the Spur of the Moment

White House of the Confederacy
Richmond’s Jefferson Davis statue, pulled down
stained glass with George Washington
George Washington’s study, and the door to his changing room
support your independent book stores!
the dance nightclub in DC
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Reviews of Books

Review of Virginia Woolf’s Orlando

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Woolf’s Orlando is the memoir of one Orlando, who is a young nobleman, who is blessed with a life that lasts for many centuries, who changes genders, becoming a woman. I think the trans-iness of the novel is a response to the sexist politics of the early 20th Century, when women did not have rights. The magic of Orlando is that the main character switches genders. 

Woolf wrote this book in 1928, and their novel is aware of colonialism’s atrocities. Especially, the words “the filing of letters and forging of links and chains, binding the Empire together,” in the following quote: 

“our cigarette smoke, we see blaze up and salute the splendid fulfillment of our desires for a hat, for a boat, for a rat in a ditch; as once one saw blazing–such silly hops and skips the mind takes when it slops like this all over the saucer and the barrel-organ plays–saw blazing a fire in a field against minarets near Constantinople. Hail! natural desire! Hail! happiness! divine happiness! and pleasure of all sorts, flowers and win, though one fades and the other intoxicates; and half-crown tickets out of London on Sundays, and singing in a dark chapel hymns about death, and anything, anything that interrupts and confound the tapping of typewriters and filing of letters and forging of links and chains, binding the Empire together” (294).

Here, empire is links and chains, tools of bondage for citizens of commonwealth countries. Orlando is published approximately a century after abolition. Still, according to We Have To Talk About The British Empire podcast, a lot of violence was occurring at that time, all records of it being destroyed, as a rule of British intelligence. All documentation would be burned when the Brits left a colony, like in India, or in its African colonies.

However, this novel is little about colonialism and much about the fountain of youth. Nick Greene and Orlando both have unprecedentedly long lives. When Nick Greene rereads Orlando’s poem she keeps in her breast, he finally awards her poem an award for quality writing. Orlando had, centuries earlier, shown Nick Greene the poem, to which he responded by saying how bad her poetry was. It hurt Orlando to hear her poetry criticized, because she returned to the memory of that dismissal of her poetry again and again. So, the decision of Nick Greene’s to say the poem good after all, what is that about? Is this a reminder to never give two seconds of self-consciousness when someone says,”your writing is no good?” 

To me, this means that being able to conjure a real version of something from a long time ago is a marker of a good poem. The poem became good because it was amazing to Nick Greene that someone could write in the tongue of centuries before. To me, this is an order to write down an accurate vision of the present time and place where I live, put it away for ages, and bring it back to light later to show that things were like that at one point.

Woolf speaks to this point when she says, “when anybody says ‘How future ages will envy me’ it is safe to say that they are extremely uneasy at the present moment” (213). This modern life IS an uneasy experience for many of us. No doubt women living in a sexist society felt the challenge. Is Orlando a message in a bottle to readers of another time? 

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Poetry

New Poem: a synopsis of my thoughts

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O God, high in the hills above earth, up in the sky emanating heavenly light, I am your servant as always, now when I pray to love.

O love, I make a sacrifice to you of pop music, propinas, and produce from Publix. My offering burns on a hillside, from where I must wander home in the pitch dark of an eclipse.

O body, how my arms, legs burn! How my throat singes, its gasps grasp for air as I run blindly! My strength on endurance test, I hold on. I am a migratory bird, tired and winded, pursued by predators, who is far yet from the tropics, but who must fly, fly the rest of the way.

O loveliness, most precious, darling to me, take my hand and guide me, like Jane Eyre, through a darkness through which your eyes see like an owl, and lead me into your blessed courtyard, where I can shake dinner mangoes from your tree. I’ll stop staying so long on the sacred hillside, to have time to frolic in the light with you. Let our laughs and our love brighten the midnight street.

This week there was a hurricane that was much ado about nothing. This photo is of the parking lot at my old building. It was like a river.