Delia - ProfilesArchive

About Me

...reading and walking down the beach and sinking into history and traces of different worlds with close memories of things i've lived or havent lived this time around... languages: to decodify them, meanings of sounds emitted from voice boxes, emitted from the interplay of wind and thick leaves, the beaks of birds or the crashing of waves, the languages that bodies or eyes speak through the air over distances in charged energetic silence... ...to live with a feverish intensity the beauty and misery in the smallest pieces of existence...

My Interests

books, artistic vision and form of living, writing, educating and being educated, loving --

I'd like to meet:

people who are AWAKE!

Music:

jazz, old rock&roll, hip-hop that is fresh and real, blues forever, old-school tribal drumming and flute and singing... ooohh i love music, seems sometimes like it's one of the things that makes life worthwhile...

Books:

Cortazar, Borges, Olga Orozco, Faulkner, Anne Sexton, I'm in love with all of the Beats: Diane Di Prima to Gary Snyder- let's see, recently read books in partic..: Disgrace (Coetzee), The Road (McCarthy), Living With the Devil, Los Pasos Perdidos (Carpantier), Portrait in Sepia (Allende)... y mucho mucho mas...

Heroes:

All my sisters and brothers who stay active with love in their eyes for humanity and the planet; from the writers and artists to the speakers and dancers and movers and shakers-

My Blog

my back aches and

my back aches and i am an old woman this morning - tired of wandering but flying to India tomorrow - I*m sure I*ll find this part intriguing if nothing else... I*ve been wandering even more in ...
Posted by Delia on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 01:07:00 PST

los ideales y la utopia

"La utopía está en el horizonte. Me acerco dos pasos, ella se aleja dos pasos. Camino diez pasos y el horizonte se corre diez pasos más allá. ¿Para qué sirve la utopía? Para eso sirve: para caminar."-...
Posted by Delia on Wed, 28 Nov 2007 10:41:00 PST

AN OLD WOMAN...

Time wraps around the woman and squeezes her till she turns from plum to prune, she laughs at her reflexion in the mirror the progression of lines drawing themselves over her canvass she sits...
Posted by Delia on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 07:32:00 PST

a snipet from a longer story....

From out in the Deep Country, the mechanized world is a distant untruth. Outside, in Town with a capital "T", all the scurrying...
Posted by Delia on Tue, 07 Aug 2007 05:18:00 PST

here i am...

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Posted by Delia on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 08:24:00 PST