Colibríes decadentes

Dec 12, 2013

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Apr 28, 2013


Love is bilingual: from the frank heart (corazón) of Sandra Cisneros.

You Called Me Corazón

That was enough
for me to forgive you.
To spirit a tiger
from its cell.

Called me corazón
in that instant before
I let go the phone
back to its cradle.

Your voice small.
Heat of your eyes,
how I would’ve placed
my mouth on each.

Said corazón
and the word blazed
like a branch of jacaranda.

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Feb 16, 2013

6 Soledades (Enrique Lihn)


Virgen, seria falso si no te lo dijera:
un corazón se come o se rechaza,
no es ni un jarrón con flores ni un poema.
Cerca estuviste, cerca de alcanzarme
pero te faltó el cuerpo.
Mi corazón no puede dejarlo en tu cajita
junto con los aretes y las fotografías.
Ya te regalarán uno mejor.


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Feb 16, 2013


“Stranger Than Paradise” drawing by Jason, whose Lost Cat is coming soon.


“Stranger Than Paradise” drawing by Jason, whose Lost Cat is coming soon.

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Jan 29, 2013


1 cup all-purpose flour
1 cup bread flour
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon instant yeast
2/3 cup warm water

1. In a large bowl, sift together flours and salt. In a small bowl, dissolve yeast in water. Add to flour mixture and stir until dough forms. Let rest 10 minutes.

2. On a floured surface, knead dough briefly, then return to a greased bowl and allow to rise 1 hour at room temperature. Cover bowl with plastic wrap and refrigerate overnight.

Cottage loaf:
All of the preferment
1 teaspoon instant yeast
2/3 cup warm water
1 3/4 cups bread flour
1/4 cup rye flour
1/2 teaspoon salt

1. Remove the preferment from the refrigerator, cut into 8 wedges, and let sit 1 hour until it reaches room temperature.

2. In a small bowl, dissolve yeast in water. In a large bowl, mix together preferment, dissolved yeast, flours, and salt until a rough dough forms. On a floured surface, knead dough 10 to 15 minutes until smooth and elastic. Place in a greased bowl and let sit in a warm place 30 minutes, or until it has doubled in size.

3. Divide dough into 2 pieces (with 1/3 and 2/3 of the dough respectively) and form into tight balls. Place rounds on a greased baking sheet and set 10 minutes.

4. Preheat oven to 425°F. Place the smaller round on top of the larger round. Push a floured chopstick (or wooden spoon handle) completely through the center of the top round and 2/3 of the way into the bottom rounds to join them. Slash both rounds.

5. Bake 40 to 45 minutes, or until golden brown and loaf makes a hollow sound when tapped on the bottom.


How to make bread like Virginia Woolf, who once wrote to her lover Vita Sackville-West, ”I have only one passion in life — cooking.”

Complement with the favorite recipes of favorite poets.

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Jan 16, 2013

The Believer Logger: Two Exercises in Style


Raymond Queneau

First published in French in 1947, Raymond Queneau’s Exercises in Style has appeared in over thirty languages — including Italian, thanks to Umberto Eco; Serbian, thanks to Danilo Kiš; and Esperanto, thanks to one István Ertl — and inspired a wide variety of tributes, from cartoon adaptation…

(Source: believermag)

Jan 15, 2013

"Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends. The question of self-pity."

—The first lines of “A Year of Magical Thinking” -Joan Didion (via fancymethis)

Jan 5, 2013

The Wish to Be a Red Indian

If one were only an Indian, instantly alert, and on a racing horse, leaning against the wind, kept on quivering jerkily over the quivering ground, until one shed one’s spurs, for there needed no spurs, threw away the reins, for there needed no reins, and hardly saw that the land before one was smoothly shorn heath when horse’s neck and head would be already gone.


Dec 31, 2012


Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He’s always polite and does what he’s told
For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price

He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats
Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum

He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog

His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe

One night, while reading a gruesome tale
He read a passage that made him turn pale

Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed

His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife

While alone and insane encased in his tomb
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play
It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak
The years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
These games that you play are all in your head
You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy
You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy
You’re seven years old and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.”

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
His horrid insanity had reached its peak

He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
To escape the madness, he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor

His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:

“and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted?

Dec 25, 2012


Merry Christmas. Domo’s classic holiday picture (this time with scale problems and special guest appearances). Bogotá, December 24, 2012. 


Merry Christmas. Domo’s classic holiday picture (this time with scale problems and special guest appearances). Bogotá, December 24, 2012.