JOSEFINA BAEZ
Diary Entry # 1 (2nd Aug 2010)
Monday in New York.
But let me tell you diary (Big D)...my New York.
That New York not seen in postcards.
Summer time...and the leaving (and the going too) is easy.
Here I am, in the prelude to preparing to the archery class.
Archery for Bliss. Comrade, Bliss ain´t playing that is.
Diary Entry # 2 (3rd Aug 2010)
Today breakfast is really breaking a fast.
Everything tastes so particular.
so rich.
Oats are royalty today.
And so my chlorophyll water.
The craft is present in every every every every atom...
in every yes,
in every no
and in every maybe.
What a blessing!
Diary Entry # 4 Aug 24th 2010
Bossa Nova in the morning
Full moon fast in a tasty key.
Water. Tea. More water.
Juice. More water. this time with clorophyll.
Where is the time when MG Road is my present?
Where is Kirtana when I need her?
Diary Entry # 5
I know the end is near.
We have been into this so many times.
Yes.
The world ended recently on December 31st 1999.
And in every turn.
And in every sustained action.
I know. The end is a beginning.
The last action is the beginning of the upcoming flow.
Meyerhold would have phrased as:
A touchka is the beginning of the new pacil.
And the pacil includes the pre-action.
Do not ask me how I am mixing the
end of the world-as we know it
and my King of precision.
Well ask me...but please do accept
early morning bliss.
Diary Entry # 6
1
Full moon rites.
Full moon prayer sang
as bachata.
My white clothes got happy.
Let alone this body.
2
Singing off key.
Searching for a sound
that will tell-feel-photograph
injustice.
3
¨To surrender is my only virtue.
And to dwell in it my lethal vice¨
- from Comrade, Bliss ain´t playing
4
Lord have mercy.
Healers must be healed.
Artists fed.
Children cared
And politicians....whatever.
5
Let me go and do laundry.
But I do not do what the TV commercial
shows...maybe because the woman in the
30 sec. has no afro?
6
Let´s walk.
Walk.
Walk.
Let´s train for the new beginning.
Walk from home to the market.
Walk from home to school.
Walk from village to village.
Believe me, this is going to be required soon.
7
All you need is love.
Everybody!!!
Diary Entry # 7
1Bedbugs in NY galore.
Guess what?
Again, foreigners blamed.
Lord have mercy!
2
Boleros sets playing on repeat mode.
Divided or united
by Pundit Coltrane´s Ballads.
God smiles.
3
We work with God´s verb: To create.
Yeeeeah!
4
On the other hand...
my rings.
5
What will be the name
of the first child that I see
his/her eyes when I arrive
To Bangalore?
Diary Entry # 8
Diary Entry # 4 Aug 24th 2010
Bossa Nova in the morning
Full moon fast in a tasty key.
Water. Tea. More water.
Juice. More water. this time with clorophyll.
Where is the time when MG Road is my present?
Where is Kirtana when I need her?
Diary Entry # 5
I know the end is near.
We have been into this so many times.
Yes.
The world ended recently on December 31st 1999.
And in every turn.
And in every sustained action.
I know. The end is a beginning.
The last action is the beginning of the upcoming flow.
Meyerhold would have phrased as:
A touchka is the beginning of the new pacil.
And the pacil includes the pre-action.
Do not ask me how I am mixing the
end of the world-as we know it
and my King of precision.
Well ask me...but please do accept
early morning bliss.
Diary Entry # 6
1
Full moon rites.
Full moon prayer sang
as bachata.
My white clothes got happy.
Let alone this body.
2
Singing off key.
Searching for a sound
that will tell-feel-photograph
injustice.
3
¨To surrender is my only virtue.
And to dwell in it my lethal vice¨
- from Comrade, Bliss ain´t playing
4
Lord have mercy.
Healers must be healed.
Artists fed.
Children cared
And politicians....whatever.
5
Let me go and do laundry.
But I do not do what the TV commercial
shows...maybe because the woman in the
30 sec. has no afro?
6
Let´s walk.
Walk.
Walk.
Let´s train for the new beginning.
Walk from home to the market.
Walk from home to school.
Walk from village to village.
Believe me, this is going to be required soon.
7
All you need is love.
Everybody!!!
Diary Entry # 7
1Bedbugs in NY galore.
Guess what?
Again, foreigners blamed.
Lord have mercy!
2
Boleros sets playing on repeat mode.
Divided or united
by Pundit Coltrane´s Ballads.
God smiles.
3
We work with God´s verb: To create.
Yeeeeah!
4
On the other hand...
my rings.
5
What will be the name
of the first child that I see
his/her eyes when I arrive
To Bangalore?
Diary Entry # 8
On the other hand...
my ring.
-
my ring.
-
Now the AI does not find my reservation.
Planets in retrograde mode
rapping some song
of detention
for my nation.
Could you believe
this situation?
-----
Eating corn tortilla chips
like if there is no tomorrow.
Dipping them on
the poems that I ´m trying
to edit.
---
Hot flashes on the rock.
Reminding me that
it is sooo true:
The inner child does play
with matches.
--
To Bangalore in no time.
Friends dream or ¨feel¨
that I will die.
Ah?
yes that is true.
And so do they too.
What is this morbid nerve
that fear entertains?
---
As far as I know,
everything is changing
in this learning planet.
And all is unfolding
as it should.
---
My body need to train.
Dance.
My words are lazy.
And they are keeping the body
sitting in a chair
that no pillow could tame.
----
Getting the music ready
for the workshops at the school
in Bangalore!!!!
ooooh
yeeeeh
I miss you.
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