Author Archives

by

Bacon. Knowledge is NOT Power – “knowledge is His power”

“This canon is the mother of all canons against heresies. The cause of error is twofold : ignorance of the will of God, and ignorance or superficial consideration of the power of God. The will of God is more revealed through the Scriptures… his power more through his creatures… So is the plenitude of God’s power to be asserted, as not to involve any imputation upon his will. So is the goodness of his will to be asserted, as not to imply any derogation of his power. … Atheism and Theomachy rebels and mutinies against the power of God ; not trusting to his word, which reveals his will, because it does not believe in his power,to whom all things are possible… But of the heresies which deny the power of God, there are, besides simple atheism, three degrees…

The third degree is of those who limit and restrain the former opinion to human actions only, which partake of sin: which actions they suppose to depend substantively and without any chain of causes upon the inward will and choice of man; and who give a wider range to the knowledge of God than to his power; or rather to that part of God’s power (for knowledge itself is power) whereby he knows, than to that whereby he works and acts ; suffering him to fore know some things as an unconcerned looker on, which he does not predestine and preordain : a notion not unlike the figment which Epicurus introduced into the philosophy of Democritus, to get rid of fate and make room for fortune; namely the sidelong motion of the Atom; which has ever by the wiser sort been accounted a very empty device. ” (p. 94-95; works of Bacon, Vol XIV, Boston; Brown and Taggard, 1861)

by

the wind of the sea

“Wind of the Sea” – by Kameron Cole

inspired by Canción de Granada y el mar, por Pablo Antonio Cuadra

————————————–

if you see a beggar in your dreams,

carrying a tin lantern, it is me.

in the wind of the lake,

I long for the wind of the sea.

the hand is concealed, the lantern seems

to float, at the sleeve’s cuff.

as though there were no hand, had been torn off,

trying to cling to the sea.

to this sea, which now occupies my mind, night

and day.  the conversation has become intimate

in a way that is not really joyous, but intense.

the hold your gaze has upon me, I almost long for you

to speak, to break

the intensity of our silent intimacy.

there. I meant to kiss you again, but

sometimes

your sound

your most sustained whispering,

reminds me of the sadness I feel

when you go out, seem to go away.

and when you come back,

you have changed.

 

by

Translation of TIGRE MUERTO – Selección de Poemas nicaragüenses,1930-33 y 1935. de Pablo Cuadra

Sueña el cadáver del jaguar su última rapiña
y en el pequeño cielo frío y azul
que guarda su pupila
zopilotes insomnes cierran círculos negros
sobre el esqueleto de vaca de la luna.
Dead Tiger – translation by Kameron Cole
the dream of a tiger’s cadaver, his last prey
in the tiny sky cold and blue
that guards the pupil
black circles of insomniac vultures close in on the skeleton of the cow in the moon
by

I burn incense at your feet

in deep devotion I cry out to you, who visited my earth once, when I was barely awake.  whatever others make think of me, I know there is value in persistence.  and this is not pursuance – because it comes to me what is meant for me. persistence and acceptance – these are the words my God hears in my prayers. and these prayers have been answered before.


by

the quality of the emptiness you bring me is so real

the quality of the emptiness you bring me is so real, so fine. just for me. you turn my nights into days, lay awake on my chest, like child we bore. together.
likewise, you ride the wave, the crest. you, the lone ranger. not belonging to anyone. that’s your method, your secret. so you think. but, in the end, no one cares. they’ll let you alone. all of them.
and I, like the guy, in the wheelchair. going crazy. burning alive. so many mad dreams and hopes. but we can’t stand up. can’t get a response either. so we are bound down, seated,breathing, like you told us. like you tell everyone. wish I could.
and now my nights are days, and days are spent running, trying to hide. as are you, are you not? don’t I know you? aren’t you the one who is just like me? soul mate? but, you know, for us, our little secret, is that soul mate is a play on “cell mate.” because it is a prison. ours much grander, deeper, darker, than mine. but I love yours. would take it. would take the floor, you can have the cage, suspended. we could loo at one another, me up, you down. that’s good enough in the soul prison.
is it resentment? you don’t want a soul mate? someone who gets you? who gets it and loves it? loves you. that breaks up the monotony, the solitude, wherein the thoughts are so rich, dark, green, blue, amber, chartreuse, the gold in the lotus.
and so, my emptiness arrives, on time, each night. and I know you are in it. I know you.

by

Mala Rodriguez – Jugadoras, Jugadores

http://www.lyricstime.com/la-mala-rodriguez-jugadoras-jugadores-lyrics.html

Uno… aja aja
Dos… aja aja
Tres… aja aja
Jugadoras, jugadores, esclavas y patrones. Enciende la luz si quieres ver algo te ensucias facil jugando en el barro.
Jugadoras, jugadores, esclavas y patrones. Enciende la luz si quieres ver algo te ensucias facil jugando en el barro.
Hay quien dio besos en la cnn, vuelvete a agachar no sabes leer ni escribir, poder ni querer.Es lo que tiene tu ya sabes lo que te comviene, aqui hay una puerta pero muchos la temen.

En mi retina lo que otros no quieren ver no quieres saber no quieren fatigas ni problemas pero vienen asi lo quieren asi lo tienen, asi lo quieren asi lo tienen asi la vida vaina vaivene vavene unos revientan otros se contienen…

Tu propon pon esa puta dispone me explico a el ritmo compone delicaos se descompone este compas y pone one one y tu te lo comes¡¡

Jugadoras, jugadores, esclavas y patrones. Enciende la luz si quieres ver algo te ensucias facil jugando en el barro.
Jugadoras, jugadores, esclavas y patrones. Enciende la luz si quieres ver algo te ensucias facil jugando en el barro.

Tu propon pon esa puta dispone hay quien se limita a disfrutar… hay quien paga por consumar violaciones tanto y te la como tanto y me lo comes…

Piñas, peras, mango, melocotones hay de todos los sabores…

Por una cerveza por un cigarro, por un paseo en carro por recibir atenciones, por salir en la tele, por miles de millones, por gusto, por que no
quedan mas cojones, por ningun motivo, por muchas razones. Se vende y se paga en muchas ocasiones

Tu pro pon pon… Tu pro pon pon
oye tu pro pon pon… Tu pro pon pon esa puta dispone…

Jugadoras, jugadores, esclavas y patrones. Enciende la luz si quieres ver algo te ensucias facil jugando en el barro.
Jugadoras, jugadores, esclavas y patrones. Enciende la luz si quieres ver algo te ensucias facil jugando en el barro.

Mandando bandazos si.. ya no consuelan dos brazos si, el camino es mas largo si vas mas despacio. Tu cuerpo se rompe en pedazos el tiempo se para para que recojas los cachos si, entiendo dan golpes si, dan bocaos dan hachazos si, patrais un atraco cuesta trabajo hartarse limpia baja un zapatito billetazo y pa que tu chulo se lo gaste en cacharros y en portazos.
Hay canciones y hay casos antes de eso callos pego volantazos

Un dia de estos y yo me tiro por la ventana
con esta mierda no llegamos a mañana
ojala fuera mentira pero la plata to lo sana

Hagan su juego Jugadoras Jugadores… jugadores esclavas y patrones..Enciende la luz si quieres ver algo te ensucias facil jugando en el barro.
Jugadoras, jugadores, esclavas y patrones. Enciende la luz si quieres ver algo te ensucias facil jugando en el barro.