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Nights in the Gardens of Spain
of Manuel de Falla--
in Spanish more amorous, alive--
(Noches en los jardines de Espana).
Spanish, too, such music, passionate,
seductive rhythms for men and women
not afraid to live, to love, to die.

We walk in a fragrant garden I have never seen,
will never see–it lives so far away.
Her hand is tight inside my arm
and she so close her hip burns my thigh
and her dark eyes even in the night glisten
with desire her hair is long and dark, too,
to be embraced, kissed,
with a gardenia hint of perfume,

when this man, his face afire
with angry jealousy stands in our path,
his knife glittering in darkness.
There is no choice–who could dream
of choosing?–(my blood is hot, too)
but to fight a l’outrance (which is not
Spanish but French for “to the death”)

I turn away from his body;
blood from my cut flesh is black.

The music is finished. She is no longer there.

Jim 1/10

pretty poem

what if
instead of a garden in Spain
it was a parking lot in America
and the woman lay dead
by the hand of a jealous man
she hardly knew
just some guy who saw her at an office party
some guy who could not stand rejection
I never had that dream
Just Google eyed headlines
I have read so many times
so many times

pretty nice poem Mr. Turner

please pardon my ramble
I am not sure jealousy has anything to do with it.
now that I think about it
"if I can't have her, nobody will"
is that jealousy?

Thank you. But I also ramble in different directions, sometimes toward senseless death on a street.

The Price of a Smile

“What you looking at, old man?
Grinning! Think we’re funny, hunh?

Streetlight flashed on steel.
Before the knife stopped his heart
he had no time
to forget why he had smiled:

How handsome that young man,
how lovely the girl.

10/18/08

I don't remember ever having a dream with music in it.

Maybe once.

I used to imagine sensless death on a highway
a truck makes such fine weapon
knocking that fool in the BMW into a ditch and watch him burn

then one day I had to put a four wheeler in a ditch because he was a malicious drunk trying to force me into a head on collision with another car.
when I went back to check on him there was a young child asleep on the back seat.

Nausea

very Lorquian atmosphere, there, jim. Enjoyed! two weeks ago I was helping a 16 years old student to read Lorca´s "Bodas de sangre" both with Hamlet and "A sangre fria" for a partial exam. First non cronological step: Lorca. We read also about the possible sources and production context of the obra. He asked: "what is the relation of this with spanish politics of that época???" (he is a bit lazy but make great questions..! ). We also saw some parts of Saura´s film... I imagined them different, they looked darker somehow.