tres fuego

Spinning Fire to:

Our Love Is Easy, by Melody Gardot

www.youtube.com/watch

Siempre Me Quedara, by Bebé

www.youtube.com/watch

Represent Cuba, by Orishas

www.youtube.com/watch

Sestina

the pond is ice
it is black glass
beneath the thick blood, all things there are still and waiting, waiting
one last elegy for all things cold;
i knew you from your silence
one must have a mind of winter* wind

the wild winged ones glide upon the wind
they say the angels gaze grew to ice
when God made them, grew jealous grew silent
stripes of bloody hope and shattered glass
blood runs cold
waiting

a man waits
for me* smells my perfume on the wind
his kiss will not be cold
he is glacier ice
clear as glass
strong and silent

and you neglected me with silence
kept me waiting
would not even let me peer in through the glass
blow away in frozen, burning, arid winds
you turned my heart to ice
my bed is bitter cold

on the hills, ruthless cold
black birds search the ground, silently
peck the ice
soothe yourself waiting, waiting
for the spring wind
to crack the infirmary’s glass

drawing true-love-always and hearts on frosted glass
sucking on our fingers when they get too cold
trying to warn the others about the changes in the wind
soon it will be gone, it will be vacant, it will be silent
i will not come, but i want you to keep on waiting
frozen as ice

your lips are ice. your eyes like glass.
for you I have waited. i have grown cold.
you remain silent. i howl like wind.

*1 = Wallace Stevens "The Snowman"
*2 = Walt Whitman "Leaves of Grass"

image from the brutally creative Marcos Sanges www.marcosanges.com/

see the full post, "Sanges, Tea and Sestina" at lalaluvu.com/2010/03/09/...and-sestina/

“Name that Artist” an Interview with California based painter, Alexander Blanck

Alex: We all love to wander in clown and create mayhem, break a few brains, perform naughtiness. There is a group of clowns we like to wander forth with, all with FKO hearts.
La La: What is a “FKO” heart?
Alex: FKO, fuckos, people who like to put the surreal in reality, mess with the normals a lil. One of my favorites went to the exotic/erotic ball in a ... lalaluvu.com/2010/02/20/...nder-blanck/

Fire Poi in the Snow

~~ spinning to Descent of Long Satan and Babylon, by Current 93 ~~

~~ www.youtube.com/watch ~~

(new link, sorry for lastnight's inconvenience!)

Bonus track: Ke$ha

Who the hell is this girl and why do you care?

If you know someone young and impressionable and who may or may not have developing daddy issues, trust me, you care.

This Ke$ha girl, first of all, has no talent (other than fucking). As a vocalist she is to the point where they have to do that trick with her voice on the mixer that layers it with other sounds that make the pitch and tone listenable. Plus she’s ... lalaluvu.com/2010/02/08/...-track-keha/

Strip...

“The sweetest cherry in an apple pie.”: Take one.

She stood with her back to the whiskey crowd. Wings, on her arched back; glistening feathers beneath the flickering purple haze of the black light. A doomsday angel snuffing a cigarette before the curtain is called.

Fingers reaching out to touch her soft skin as the lights dimmed. All the yellow eyes searching that shallow pool at her back, twitching fabric aside like they had the right. Peeling the layers. The skin deep beauty an eternal river of blood and sweat, veins for the needles and a line of cocaine from ....

lalaluvu.com/2010/02/04/strip/

♥ ♥ Luv 2 watch it burn ♥ ♥

bit.ly/a2wfI7 spun this 2nite. i luv u. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

for the Friendly Ghost

It’s quite all right and good to know
That you’re the one who heals his soul

And with just a touch of fingertips -- against his lips
You quiet him when he slips

And how you slip
Like air between
The fractured, living, quite unseen

And reading things you should not read with your sparkling green
Eyes like leeks* and sense of keen
No apology

*Midsummer Night's Dream

for the full literary allusion explanation lalaluvu.com/2010/02/02/...endly-ghost/

The other life...

I recently remembered I could sing and dance.

I don’t know what happened to me that I forgot such a thing.

I know it has something to do with an idea of adulthood that to this day, even though I am unarguably at this point in my life a full grown woman, still have not quite yet seemed to have solidified in my mind of what exactly it means to be such.

When I was a girl, ballet, modern dance and vocal lessons were scheduled alongside track, basketball, softball, and tennis. The latter of which ended up being my “thing.”

I later dropped off the tennis team midseason (just before league conferences) senior year to smoke pot and drop acid. Something I will never be proud of, but there it is.

I went to a small country school. I knew all 150 kids in....

...read the rest at lalaluvu.com/

I love you!

Game

I want to rip skin like dogs do when they play, let me bite you.
Skulls are hair and seam-stitched bones; (voodoo) charmed wind chimes.

I watched as the moon sliced sideways through a blizzard in the mountain pass.
Wolves are born restless, with wild blood and purpose.

I want to be consumed, to consume, like ocean waves, like febrile flame.
Stars radiating hot flash nirvana, a boundless, jack rabbit soul.

I am a gypsy, I cannot get lost.
The skies inhalant, vaporous, wide — there is desire in the endless.

I am drawn to the artist in his loneliness, I am drawn to the Devil’s best friend.
Beneath the twilight void — expanding, old tune playing; alea iacta est.

Image: Iris', from the flower series, by La La

Come play in the spare bedroom @ lalaluvu.com/

XoxO, La La