This blog is to talk about my interests in travel, the outdoors, music, art, writing and literature; all of which have altered my views of this small world.
Friday, September 12, 2014
Midwest Journey: A Reflection
Friday, September 5, 2014
Eres Mia: Spanish Piece
Eres Mia
by Armando Ortiz
Eres mi sol de mermelada
en las mañanas y una taza
de luna en las noches,
Te conviertes
en agua helada
en el desierto
de mi mente,
Revives mi alma
y calmas las tormentas
del cuerpo sin calma,
Tus sorbetes son de fresa
que derriten en mis labios
cubriendo mi ser con sabana.
Monday, September 1, 2014
Madvillainy: MF Doom and Madlib
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Xochil: Spanish Piece
Xochil
by Armando Ortiz
Xochil siempre será morena,
piel de chocolate caliente
y piernas que tocan la tierra.
Princesa con cuerpo de sirena
y ojos de diamantes-
sonrisa de ceresa.
Deshaciendo corazones de infancia,
derrite tu alma como un pequeño molcajete,
que se calienta sobre un fuego que quema.
Sus manos son de tierra
con corazón de madre
labios naturales que besan mi cachete
y su recuerdo sigue en mi mente.
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Sublime Madness and Vortex of Loss
Sublime Madness and Vortex of Loss
by Armando Ortiz
It’s a religious experience
to lose it all.
A home up in flames,
being emotionally swindled,
everything disintegrating
turning into glowing
charcoal embers.
To be brought
to the edge
of madness
and with delirious steps
fall onto the ground-
tiny sand pebbles
inside a thirsty mouth
and between teeth grinding.
Though you have
the strength
of a lioness,
and the heart
of cotton candy.
Despite your delicate hand
being rough,
and the bones within
fragile-
your silence is dread.
And when you smile,
inside you cry,
and when you get angry
it’s because you hurt.
And even if you flow
like dancing willows
with a wicked wind
that make branches sway,
And thought it feeds
fires and burning hills
it all passes through you
like a blooming blossom.
Men get lost
in the echo chamber
of their voice,
but you left me
wandering in a maze
of silence.
You were my
soothing song
that opened the door
to dreams.
You demanded affection
and all I had were words.
I fed you iced grapes
that popped within lips,
while I drank your red wine-
but all that is past.
Now, I just stare
at what is before me
crumbling and black,
up in flames
and with sudden
shivers of fright.
Memories
turning into ash
At what love
does to us all
when it takes flight.
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Antemasque and Le Butcherettes: At the Observatory
Le butcherettes |
Antemasque |
Friday, August 22, 2014
Reflections on a Music Filled Weekend
Santa Barbara Bowl |
Missing Persons |
Cotton Jones Performing |
Michael Nau and I |