I think many poets are obsessed with beauty and its power, its allure, its danger, how fleeting it is. And when I say beauty I don’t just mean in the corporeal sense, like being at dinner or in bed with a beautiful person. Rilke wrote, ‘beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror.’ Yeah, definitely, I get that. I mean, why is beauty necessary? It makes life bearable. Even if it’s impossible to hold onto it, or enjoy it without being destroyed by it.
Alex Dimitrov
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Es MENTIRA,
No todo lo que es Oro, brilla*
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Así como el tiempo no es ORO
Ni el oro devolverá ese TIEMPO de frondosas montañas ahora hechas coliseos de muerte/
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El acariciante aire desaparece en el rumor del agua hedionda espesa por el cianuro _
arrastrando vidas entre celulares y otras baratijas, el lodo de la soberbia minera olvida
una riqueza esencial, el ALIMENTO que nace de la tierra-*
Art is resistance
Art is our tool
“It is our duty to fight for freedom.
It is our duty to win.
We must love and protect each other.
We have nothing to lose but our chains.”-Assata Shakur
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Silence Kills
Oaxaca, Mexico
