Lola Tiger

I'd like to meet:

Any substancially grotesque caricatures.

Gente que sepa estar a la altura de las circunstancias. No matter what!

Illustration by Alvaro Dorda

"Pleased to meet your acquaintance....I'm not anything that you think I am anyway".

"The Heart is a Caravan...forever filled with the faces and whispers of all who came
before...smiling, laughing, telling you to Move! Telling you that Anything...or Anyone
that does not bring you Alive is simply too small for You" ~ Iwori

Elmo: Saint of Lost Causes. Click for Prayer

"Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul." --Samuel Ullman

"El dinero no da la felicidad, pero procura una sensación tan parecida, que necesita un especialista muy avanzado para verificar la diferencia."--Woody Allen

"To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget." - Arundhati Roy

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Music:

Movies:

B-Horror, TABU (Murnau), Rebecca, Woman under the influence, Faces, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Chronos, Koyaanisqatsi / Powaqqatsi/ Naqoyqatsi, Army of Darkness, Paradise Now, The Big Lebowski, State of Grace, Slingblade, Memento, Sexy Beast, Forrest Gump, Mad Max, American History X, Doberman, Malena, The day of the Beast, Full Metal Jacket, Magnolia, The Young Frankenstain, Duelo al Sol, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Million Dollar Baby, Perdita Durango, Gone with the wind, Scarface, ....all of Emir Kusturica's stuff...

LOVE FILM!

Television:

Comedy central and discovery channel.
The road to success is not straight. There is a curve called Failure, a loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends, red lights called Enemies, caution lights called Family. You will have flats called Jobs. But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called Perseverance, and insurance called Faith, you will drive yourself to a place called Success.

Books:

IN A PARALLEL UNIVERSE, THE HUTCHINSON EFFECT, FAST FOOD NATION, A WORLD OF IDEAS, Pegasus Carousel, The Tarahumars, PIKHAL (Alexander Shulgin,) The Doors of Perception, Brave new world, The celestine profecy, The grapes of wrath, 1984, Inherit the wind, The king liar, Luces de Bohemia, La colmena, Porque eramos jovenes, El invierno en Lisboa, Cuore, El quijote de la Mancha, El Lazarillo de Tormes, Historias de una Escalera, Caperucita en New York, Jinetes en Caballitos de Palo, Catalina de Erauso, ACID HOUSE.
POETRY & PROSE
Ashtray
The gray curl of her cigarette smoke twists
upward, rising
like the dream of a baby's ringlet
(blonde)
which she keeps always in her mind's periphery -
never to give it life, no,
but always to give it breath
in a secret whisper.
Her glance falls sideways,
lingers for a moment
like a pregnant drop
on the angled impression of
a coffee spoon...
and then falls
where, I don't know,
into the cold, regular pattern of
the tablecloth.
The gray light seeps through windows -
gray, like the spindle of smoke
unfurled upward,
bright enough to swallow
the cheery glow of an overhead light,
brightness of gray...
Last night's candle wicks
are naked, offensive shapes.
The breakfast table,
strewn with things:
yesterday's plates
and this morning's coffee,
flecks and smudges of ash
a half-eaten piece of chocolate cake
an untouched milk carafe
shredded leaves of dying flowers
and the ghosts of forced laughter -
it, too, is naked
kaleidoscopic,
honest for the moment in this
paralyzing, pale gray...
I don't know now, watching her,
if I was a conqueror or a conquest,
but it seems not to matter.
We are addicts of beauty, both of us,
sharpening our needles
with the hard slant
of another pretty face.
The night is the day's reward,
the morning the burden that follows the night.
Shouts and moans
turn to silence
when the candlelight fades, to be
replaced by this stark, brilliant gray.
Her coffee cup rattles
against the saucer when she lifts it.
It's a nice set,
bone china, I think: an heirloom or a copy...
It doesn't matter.
She takes a sip
with her eyes wide and staring,
and I think I hear the baby cry:
the baby with blonde ringlets,
the baby that was never born.
The sip, then
she puts the cup back in its place
on the saucer.
She says something empty,
I say something empty in return.
Then silence
echoes within silence
louder than sound,
like the gray light that swallows warmth.
And without thinking,
she
snuffs the cigarette out
half-smoked
in the ashtray.
-Eric Christian Belgau
Fue a conciencia pura que perdí tu amor, nada más que por salvarte. Hoy me odiás, y yo feliz, me arrincono pa' llorarte. El recuerdo que tendrás de mi será horroroso, me verás siempre golpeándote como un malvao, y si supieras bien qué generoso, fue que pagaste así, tu gran amor. ¡Sol de mi vida! Fui un fracasao, y en mi caída busqué el echarte a un lao, porque te quise tanto, tanto, que en mi rogar, para salvarte, sólo supe hacerme odiar. Hoy después de un año atroz te vi pasar, me mordí pa' no llamarte. Ibas linda como un sol, se paraban pa' mirarte. Yo no sé si el que te quiere así se lo merece, sólo sé que la misería cruel que te ofrecí me justifica el verte hecha una reina, pues vivirás mejor lejos de mi. ¡Sol de mi vida! Fui un fracasao, y en mi caída busqué el echarte a un lao, porque te quise tanto, tanto, que en mi rogar, para salvarte, sólo supe hacerme odiar.
"Confesión" Enrique Ortiz de Landázuri Izardui.

Heroes:

My mother a wise, warm, kind, and truly selfless human being that I will always admire and love.