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AND THE HUMAN REMAINS

...I will stand arms outstretched, pretend I'm free to roam, I will make my way through one more day

About Me

the shirt, the pants, the clothes, I am not contained between my hat and my boots!Me in Brooklyn at The Gate represnting Valencia for SOCCER HOOLIGAN DAY---Hoegartens, rudeness and Reds cards were the days work...---smooth ass sunset in Peniscola, ESPANA--July 2006--

My Interests

music, books, poetry, the drink...oh, I can booze alright; to my detriment and my own personal amusement!!me in the green about to show Johnny Kwiks what thievery is all about! MPB Crew in Full Effect July 2006-- MPB BBQ! -- chillen en BARCELONA atop the Gaudi Museo, la sagrada familia in the background, a block away, Barca's best tapas BROOKLYN beerfest in front of Brooklyn Brewery, time to celebrate, street parties re established with Guiliani out of office....the result, dancing, misbehavior and chicanery

I'd like to meet:

me when I was 4 years old./...Frank O'HaraWhy I Am Not a Painter by Frank O'HaraI am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well,for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. "Sit down and have a drink" he says. I drink; we drink. I look up. "You have SARDINES in it." "Yes, it needed something there." "Oh." I go and the days go by and I drop in again. The painting is going on, and I go, and the days go by. I drop in. The painting is finished. "Where's SARDINES?" All that's left is just letters, "It was too much," Mike says.But me? One day I am thinking of a color: orange. I write a line about orange. Pretty soon it is a whole page of words, not lines. Then another page. There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life. Days go by. It is even in prose, I am a real poet. My poem is finished and I haven't mentioned orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.

Music:

Murder City Devils, The Faint, Juliana Theory, Leonard Cohen, Nick Drake, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Sigur Ros, Sugarcubes, Sonic Youth, RadioHead, The Smiths, Morrisey, Alexisonfire, Cat Stevens, Neil Young, Frank Black & The Catholics, Otis Redding, Marvin Gaye, Smashing Pumpkins, GlassJaw, Postal Service, The Go! team, Head Automatica, Rocky Votolato, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Sex Pistols, Alphaville, The Cure, The Clash, Mazzy Star, The Pogues, Louis Prima, George Brassens, Dar Williams, Arcade Fire, Simon & Garfunkel, Richard Farina, Bjork, Thursday, The Pixies, Nina Simone, Portishead, UB40, Dave Carter & Tracy Grammer, Natalie Merchant, Elvis Costello, Kingston Trio, Christy Moore, The Clancy Brothers & Tommy Makem, The Chieftains, David Gray, Faithless, WolfTones, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Belle & Sebastian, Interpol, John Denver, Stellastarr, Bloc Party, Sisters of Mercy, B-52's, R.E.M., The Church, The Cranes, Counting Crows, JawBox, Echo and the Bunnymen, In Flames, Depeche Mode, Erasure, New Order, Joy Division, Iggy Pop, Calexico, Estopa, Heroes del Silencio, Juanes, Enrique Bunbury, Soda Stereo, Timbalada, Ze Ramalho, Caetano Veloso, Gil Gilberto, Bob Marley and The Wailers, Minor Threat, Iron Maiden, Shootyz Groove, Manu Chao, Talking Heads, The Dubliners, David Byrne, Tosca Strings, The Stranglers, Public Enemy, Special Ed, Nas, Eric B. and Rakim, Beastie Boys, Kool G Rap, Blondie, KRS-ONE and the Boogie Down Bronx, Fu-Schnickens, Das EFX, Tribe Called Quest, De La Soul, 3rd Bass, Nice and Smooth, EPMD, Classical even though I can't name everything I like, I just knwo I like it, too much Techno/DnB/Breaks/Trance/House/Booty Music to list here....

Movies:

Heavy Metal! Delicatessen, Snatch, Lock, Stock and two smoking barrels..This could take all fucking day!!! Fotos of Spain:: me in Sagunto, Espana

Television:

The Office, PBS kicks ass, Northern Exposure,jeopardy, scrubs, baseball...Mets Baseball!

Books:

Jonathan Lethem, Richard Farina, Carlos Ruiz Zafon, J-P Sartre, Kurt Vonnegut, George Orwell, Albert Camus, Vladimir Nabokov, Leo Tolstoy, Paul Bowles, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Oscar Wilde, Bernard Shaw, Luigi Pirandello, Milan Kundera, Dr. Seuss, Shel Silverstein, R. A. Salvatore, Jorge Luis Borges, Isabel Allende, Cervantes, Umberto Eco, Clive Barker, Luc Sante, Shakespeare, Milton, Isaac Asimov, Robert Heinlien, Stephen Crane, Dostoevsky, Kerouac, Franz Kafka... poetry: Rainer Maria Rilke, Pablo Neruda, Federico Garcia Lorca, Charles Bukowski, Antonio Machado, Miguel de Unamuno, Frank O'Hara, Walt Whitman, Theodore Roethke, Louise Gluck, Brodsky, Sylvia Plath, John Keats, Wilfred Owen, Maryann Moore, Emily Dickinson... the list goes on and ofcourse--My own poetry as wells as the poetry of my peeps: Sean 'Rotery Dials, Give a Hooot-Don't Pollute' Gabler and Asif the Metaphysical Lyrical Wizard!--Excerpt from Frank O'Hara's "Meditation in an Emergency" One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes--I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store, or some other sign that people do not totally regret life. It is more important to affirm the least sincere; the clouds get enough attention as it is and even they continue to pass. Do they know what they're missing? Uh huh.--I am the least difficult of men. All I want is boundless love.--F. O'Hara (Meditation in a Emergency)

Heroes:

my family! my niece Ellie lamb!

My Blog

Through the Rush

Through the rush! Through the rush!One has to un-lie to himself. At times!I know I've said that before but its not a one time deal!Imagine, I have to say this to myself everyday.My day,Always complete...
Posted by Muchos Putos Borrachos!! on Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:16:00 PST

Glimpse of the Eternal

I counted the steps today on my way out of the apartment.It's not uncommon. Children do it all the time.When I was little, I was always counting.I always hope a staircase will have precisely eleven st...
Posted by Muchos Putos Borrachos!! on Mon, 26 Mar 2007 11:32:00 PST

Yo tengo la esperanza, siempre!

I have shelvesand milk cratesstacked into corners,storing my booksand my music andto the side of the bedthe dusty guitar,slowly dies intoa decoration.A televisionand a stereoand those mahoganydressers...
Posted by Muchos Putos Borrachos!! on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 05:13:00 PST

UNWIND

the streetsunwindand finallyI am carelessin my stridewith these titanlegs of mineleg over leg,side by sideand bursting againstall sidelines,I am wiping my asswith their warsbold on newspapers--more de...
Posted by Muchos Putos Borrachos!! on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 12:14:00 PST

Subway Jazz

The subway, The tiny tube accelerating Against time, Crosscuts with all the broad-eyed lives of the mumbling world. I hear a phantom, myself in the movement. The cracking, the double-on double-time sn...
Posted by Muchos Putos Borrachos!! on Tue, 27 Feb 2007 12:22:00 PST

Caught Unaware

This is my mill-stoned soul to the grind, like water and sand, best under pressure, we cosmic glass, stained with the so-so ho...
Posted by Muchos Putos Borrachos!! on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 11:48:00 PST

Madrid

Madrid, in the Jardin Real,I saw this lush, heavy American red-roseand I almost panicked when I realized that I didn't have my camera because I had this need to remember it foreveras if the mind that ...
Posted by Muchos Putos Borrachos!! on Tue, 23 Jan 2007 12:28:00 PST

1,000 cigarettes

I thought myself finished with the awkwardness, ...
Posted by Muchos Putos Borrachos!! on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 04:16:00 PST

An Unknown Order

My high ceiling frowns down from ...
Posted by Muchos Putos Borrachos!! on Fri, 09 Feb 2007 10:12:00 PST

La Esperanza, Siempre

I have shelvesand milk cratesstacked into corners,storing my booksand my music andto the side of the bedthe dusty guitar,slowly dies intoa decoration.A televisionand a stereoand those mahoganydressers...
Posted by Muchos Putos Borrachos!! on Fri, 15 Dec 2006 04:51:00 PST