One wise-man

Forced off a boat
some two-years old,
Dropped like a Parcha
in freezing snow.

Known by any number of names,
"Ka-jermo", fuckhead,
asshole, wetback, spic.

Beaten raw like swollen fruit.
By the blue-eyed monster
who took up suit
By Busting lips and
long-lost roots,
With plenty of help
from the Sisters of Immersion.
and my grandmother's Icons

Under the watchful eye of
Saint "fill-in-the-fucking-blank",
Ol' Blue-eyes forced
one daughter into becoming a woman,
before it was time

His deep, brown eyes,
seeing more then they could bear,
turned to scotch and whiskey,
and salty air.

A wild Rocinante,
of black-out proportions,
with hell-bent fists,
that burnt like hot embers,
a heart bleeding with triste

Then comes the news of
her brutal murder...
over the TV static
and the water-hole's clamor.
14 year-old sister,
snuffed out in an instant.
No one say a word.
Blue-eye's a suspect.


28 years,
come and gone now
without even a sip.
Still hardened, but less now,
with loss of
vision

He seems to soften
with each new, inflection.
It seems time's not so static,
for anger's resignation.

Then two days before Christmas Eve,
cops get called to see my Aunt's
newly-bruised face,
delivered by the Prodigal son
of my maternal race,
who left Costa Rica
in a bit of a haste.

Exploited funds of
"third world" markets.
Fucked one too many,
until someone caught it,
Left tracks of questionable mud,
on Aunt's expensive
carpet.

So up she quit,
a man-made town,
dropped a baby in my lap,
some 120 pounds.
40 of that gone now,
she lay here beside me.
Two lives resurrected--
two slow deaths averted.

Sham and son
no sooner did follow,
tried to reclaim
what's no longer theirs now,
with banging and howls.

Sham proclaiming "do what is right!"
While "Auntie Resigned"
turned into "Fright Night",
Spitting Linda-Blair-style venom,
She sent shoulder-pads flying.
Left Annie, alone, shaken and crying.

But loyal is she, the one who is loved,
baby-girl stood by,
because she knew who's she was.

And underestimated is it,
that clear shot of Annie's,
Still got a good eye with
enough grit to bear it.

And a warrant lay out there
in cyberspace, still.
Plenty of dimes around now,
Many slots left to fill.

"if danger comes,
I'll be in your corner"..

drink again this Passiflora,
You see these nucleotides here,
are way out of order.
Some truth lay hidden,
Though Laius be dead now.

With a nod of the head
and a pat on the shoulder.
I struck up deal with a
forlorn father.
"Guillermo?" I asked.
"Yes, YOU are my daughter."


On Christmas Day,
the moon burst
big, bright and yellow,
Un milagro in Minga valley
with no bells or whistles,
No gold, no frankincense, no myrrh
and no manger,
Just some water-downed coffee
and enough truth to stir,

A swirl of elixir,
in both word and in gesture
reawakening the spirit
of this dying daughter...

Christmas is Off!

I've been disinvited.

You know why?

I found my Glamour Gals showcase in my Memere's attic a few weeks ago. I posted it in my albums. It's still in mint condition. Look at it!

Apparently, my Glamourousness has elicited the ire of a few of my "so-called" friends. You know, I just wish they would try and understand how hard it is to maintain such Glamour. It's 24-7, people. You think it's so easy. And being that I'm 3 inches tall and I live in a display case all day long, except for those rare moments where I get to have dinner with the Glamour Guy, when he's not round back doin' Glamour Cowgirl. And I'm not even allowed to eat anything. I just stare at the red table-cloth in a ketonic daze.

And let's not even talk about the arches in my feet---my heels haven't touched the ground in a good 12 years. This business is a full-time job and I really don't need all you haters hatin' on me.

It's Christmas time, dammnit and I deserve a little more understanding. You all think it's so easy at the top. You can all go straight to hell, I tell you! I don't mean to curse, but please stop taking pictures of me at Carl Junior's. That was a one time deal and it was an herbal cigarette, okay?

Sweeney Todd was amazing and made my boobs hurt.

So, yes. Nickole and Tina. Two righteous chicks. Nickole is a costume designer. Tina sings and acts. Both are also obsessed with Sondheim. We decided to "dress up" for the event like dirty, Edwardian-Victorian Filth. Well, Tina was coming from a show, so she was already dressed up.

I have a corset. I wore it. It hurt. I couldn't really sit right. I couldn't eat popcorn. My boobs were flattened and my other lady-parts were like "let me outta here"!..

Anyway, Sweeney was amazing. I give it props. They edited back a lot of the songs, of course. It's Sondheim. I first heard these songs when I was 13, thanks to Mr. Kelley, my very under-appreciated and daring 8th grade music teacher.

Depp and Bonham-Carter did a great job with the singing. The costume design was rad. Of course all of that neat cinematography u would expect from Burton.

But several movie-goers, namely the ones sitting behind us (why is that always the way), did not realize they were walking into a musical. Ya know, where people sing and stuff.

I was about an inch a way from telling them that "National Treasure: Book of Secrets" was down the hall and might cater to a meaner level of intelligence and predilections. One of them burped at the close of one important scene. And of course, the Borat jokes. By the way, Sacha Baron Cohen is a force to be reckoned with. Damn.

Anyway, they quieted down after the first slashing. Weren't expecting a sardonic, song-filled musical about revenge and canibalism, were you?

I never go to this particular theater b/c of these kind of antics.

Last time I went there was to see Hero and my friend and I had to walk out because several teenagers were mocking the subtitles. But since I get the fact that this particular musical is about the dangers of unbridled vengeance and anger, i held my steam. I couldn't breathe much anyway. Those Victorian babes did not have a fair shake, let me tell you.



I am tired of living in a cultural vacuum. I am escaping because I have and want to in March to more suitable climes. I pray to Lord Darwin to let adaptation commence. Oh, that's right. It already has. "What's the sound of the world out there?" the barber exultingly sings to her. "Those crunching noises pervading the air?/ It's man devouring man, my dear/ and who are we to deny it in here?"

Okay, so I don't want to overshadow what was otherwise a thoroughly delightful evening with two most ravaging lady-friends, so you can check the album labeled "Sweeney Todd" for your viewing pleasure.

Go see Sweeney! I'm about to watch the 1982 version with Lansbury--she's fierce!





Sweeney Todd can be interpreted in several respects. Stephen Sondheim believes it to be a story of revenge and how it consumes a vengeful person, while Prince believed it to be an allegory of capitalism and its selfish qualities. [1] Both themes are supported throughout the play.

Hal Prince: "It was only when I realized that the show was about revenge...And then came the factory, and the class struggle-the terrible struggle to move out of the class in which you're born..." Sondheim: "...what the show is really about is obsession." [5]
Thank you Mr. Kelley. The world needs more music teachers like you.

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I just wanted to send out a
heart-felt thank you to all
of the amazing people in my life,
both near and far.

YOU are all so dear to me and I can't imagine
life without you! You make me a better person.

I hope you have a warm and love-filled Holiday.

Here's a picture of my "christmas Tree"...!

Be good to each other!

Love and Light and Mistletoe,
Kristen
--
~Paz, Luz y Amor~

Karoake, the Solar System and Jesus’ posessions

I bought my nephew a Karoake Machine for his birthday and dragged Jenn with me on a journey deep into the woods of New Hampshire. Just to clarify, the first song is Amy Winehouse' "Rehab", but my youngest nephew felt it more appropriate to sing about the Solar System. And why not, dammit!?

So I suppose if Nashua belongs to Jesus, than it's only fair that Amy Winehouse belongs to the Solar System and not Rehab:

Viva Chile! Viva Neruda!

Pinochet: The monster is dead, leaving Chile deeply divided, again
Except for making it clear that there will be no pomp-filled, state funeral for ex-dictator General Augusto Pinochet, who died yesterday, the government of Chile's democratic, current president, Michelle Bachelet, has had little to say about the demise of the military strongman whose overthrow of the elected, socialist government of President Salvador Allende took place in 1973. That coup was backed by the C.I.A. under U.S. President Richard Nixon.
In Santiago, opponents of the former dictator cheered the news of Pinochet's death

UPI

In Santiago, opponents of the former dictator cheered the news of Pinochet's death
Pinochet ruled Chile for 17 years, torturing and killing thousands of his countrymen whom he regarded as political opponents. Among his abuse victims: Bachelet and her parents. Noted a recent report in the Santiago Times: "Bachelet was exiled to Australia and East Germany during the Pinochet regime and was briefly held with her mother at Santiago's Villa Grimaldi detention center run by Pinochet's DINA secret police force. Her father, a former general who supported...Allende's socialist government from 1970 to 1973, died while in the custody of Pinochet's forces."
With the news of Pinochet's death, both his supporters and opponents took to the streets of Santiago, Chile's capital, to mourn or to celebrate the passing of one of modern history's most notorious leaders. His admirers gathered at the hospital where he died and at the national military academy, where the ex-dictator's coffin was later left open for his fans to stop by and pay their last respects. His corpse will be cremated at the school tomorrow. In downtown Santiago, the general's opponents "celebrated [the] news of his death with champagne and confetti, but the party mood soured as a minority of the crowd lit fires and scuffled with the police, who responded with teargas and water cannon." (BBC)
No state funeral and no state rites, but the army can have him: At Chile's military academy, the ex-general's coffin lay open for fans to stop by and pay their last respects

AFP

No state funeral and no state rites, but the army can have him: At Chile's military academy, the ex-general's coffin lay open for fans to stop by and pay their last respects
"It's a carnival, it's a carnival! The general is dead!" Pinochet's opponents cried. His supporters countered with: "He wasn't found guilty! State funeral!", referring to the fact that their hero had died "in impunity," while still awaiting court decisions on charges of human-rights abuses and financial improprieties. (La Jornada, Mexico)
In one memorable news image, Chile's La Nación published a photo of a Catholic nun praying over the open coffin of the dead dictator - a chilling reminder of the cozy relationship organized religion often has with the world's most destructive fascist regimes and of the important roles that armed forces and established churches tend to play whenever ultra-rightists take control of a country's government.
Despite the thousands he killed and tortured, the old man had his admirers: Here, a supporter mourns the dictator's demise

AP

Despite the thousands he killed and tortured, the old man had his admirers: Here, a supporter mourns the dictator's demise
El Mercurio, a Chilean daily, reports that the dead dictator's son, Marco Antonio Pinochet, has criticized President Bachelet's government for not giving his father a state funeral. He also requested that only those who sincerely loved his father attend funeral services that will be conducted in his honor.
In one of the few public comments about the dead dictator voiced so far by a member of Bachelet's administration, Interior Minister Belisario Velasco said: "I believe that [Pinochet] will be remembered...as...a classic dictator of the right who seriously violated human rights and who got rich" during his years as leader. (La Nación)
Headline on an Argentine paper:

Headline on an Argentine paper: "What did Hell do to deserve this one?"
"He wasn't even a good solider," a La Nación editorial recalls of Pinochet. "Not only did he betray the president of the republic, but also his own comrades in arms who believed in him...." And in answer to those Chileans who, over the years, have suggested that Pinochet wasn't such a bad guy after all - including those who were lucky enough to flee the country by choice or, in some cases, too cowardly to stay and fight for democracy - La Nación adds: "What 'achievement' of his can compare to the thousands of murdered, detained and vanished, tortured, exiled,...[and] humiliated..." whose lives Pinochet destroyed? The paper answers: "None." But the fact that Chile survived the dark years of Pinochet's regime and has emerged prosperous and democratic, the newspaper suggests, are signs of a positive future. "Life has defeated the worshippers of hate. The survivors have triumphed. Never again Pinochet. Never again."

some things i will just never understand

1) Those bumper-stickers that say "This car climbed Mount Washington"....

Really? Are you THAT proud that you almost forced your engine to cease and wasted 5 quarts of oil as it eeked it's way up a mountain, fighting an unatural battle against gravity, with your foot on the accelator as you just sat there taking in the scenery. Are you really that proud of your laziness? If I can't make it up the damn mountain, I'm not going to punish my car as an alternative. If you want to buy something---why not bring your car in for an oil change instead of wasting it on such a stupid bumper sticker?

2) Credit cards that have an 800 number on the back that say "if lost or stolen" .. please call. Well, if I lost my credit card or someone stole it, that number is not going to prove very useful to me. Just a thought.

3) How come evil people often live long and fruitful lives, while people who speak the truth get to die? I guess I'll just never know.

We miss you, John.