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hi mijo,
you are leaving tomorrow!!!!! i hope you had a good 4th - en que hiciste? i noticed on yahoo that the fireworks show over new york city was the biggest in the country. no es una sopresa. i looked through all the photos, and it was good enough. did you go to ps1? how is lindsay, are you guys ALL PUMPED UP???????????????????????? are you READY??????????? have you met the gay new tenant yet?
i know you might not have time to respond for a while. if you get a chance, do so, but otherwise i will await una estoria del un internet cafe en peru.
i did the 4th after all, after all of this wandering around in mesilla, in which i stopped at my old place (martinS) and watched the Doors with him, which was amazing, kind of. educational. jim morrison was one fucked up mother, but he danced with the Indians in his mind, and led millions of people to some level of transcendence.
nice to sit back in there, god what a place that was. incredible. and also, incredible when a smell hits you like that. i went to take some fotos at the ditch bank. it has been humid here, really humid. i sat on the square and wrote something like this: "what happens when you're locked in a past that you didn't even know you wanted to forget? what happens when you go through the motions of something you had already left, and left behind?"
i walked home. then, i took eric's bend-over bike down by the rio where i saw a skunk, heard some deep bullfrogs, got assaulted by bugs, saw a jack rabbit, a fire truck, the moon, some trees, and some birds.
i talked to Ramon Vasquez and he came to get me at eric's for the fireworks. we drove to a place i'd never been in las cruces, way up on a hill off solano but below the baseball fields. a view of everywhere. i was showered and mellow and comfortable. i've been eating vegetables, not drinking, and sleeping at night. i've been alone for days now, camped out in cruces. the fireworks were riveting. new york city be damned, las cruces fireworks were where it's at. and they aren't different than they are every year, everywhere, but for whatever reason, they rocked me pretty good. i felt like i was IN them. i let go and got taken away with the sonic boom and the mind-bending shapes.
Ramon came back to eric's and the first thing that happened is i saw a group of ufo's in the sky. this is no joke. i was overjoyed. they were so friendly. there were probably seven of them, these amberine, quiet, silent, hovering lights, like giant firefiles. they defied all logic. they were not airplanes, nor fireworks. maybe they appeared last night, knowing that they would blend in with fireworks, so that most people wouldn't even bat an eye, and that would allow them to come closer to the ground.
the first thing they did was form the big dipper, just for a moment. then, they un-formed themselves and created a loose "S" shape. they moved gracefully, and somehow, purposefully and arbitrarily at the same time. i could best describe it as "naturally." they started to fade out and shrink. they seemed to be shrinking, not fading away into the clouds or the distance. Ramon got a picture - but it will just look like a few dots on a black sky. it was so nice. SO nice. and then we got to talking about some of the subaltern, some of the cruces outcasts, including the guy who me and matt found one night in a thunderstorm, with his dog at the organs. the man who rescued us. who'd been abducted by aliens. Ramon told me about another friend, Dante, who had also been abducted. crazy stories. and they go on......
i made him a quesadilla and we had some wine and talked about school and art. it was refreshing to be around such a gentleman, and such a beautiful, graceful man. we sat outside and i got chewed up by mosquitoes, but i didn't care. the onion farm across the street looked like it might as well have been the midwest. i pretended that i was back home, in the green cricket dew night. it was the most gentle place i've been in my mind, maybe this whole trip. there have been many moments of wonder, of clarity, of confusion, of awe, of admiration. but nothing so calm as that farm at night in the desert.
so here i am - at the Bean. i am going to scrub eric's floors and bathroom today and organize my finances, start on a project with photography, finish Eat Pray Love (a real comfort during these strange few days), start a book of essays, Biography of Los Angeles. tomorrow i will retrieve my bicycle, and maybe my car, and see about a job with the pecan farm. if there is no job, i may tool around with eric for a couple of days, go to elephant butte and the hot springs, and then hit the road. i had a good conversation with Milagra the other day, and we are back to normal, if not better than ever, so probably i'll go to Tucson for another day or 2.
i loved new york, and i miss it, like i was just beginning to fall into the groove of it.....and feel my stay there was truncated somehow - but i really wanted to leave you your space, and i was totally exhausted. godspeed to you my dear friend. what is your address? i have some things to send. will a package get there and be safe until you return?
today, tomorrow, next week - write me a story when you can. enjoy the fotos, i will send them or post them somewhere in a little bit, have to start cleaning.
xoxoxo
your desert representative, whose only other job besides drinking iced mate and walking around mesilla like a ghost is to determine a relevant future course of action for artwork,
la fe
you are leaving tomorrow!!!!! i hope you had a good 4th - en que hiciste? i noticed on yahoo that the fireworks show over new york city was the biggest in the country. no es una sopresa. i looked through all the photos, and it was good enough. did you go to ps1? how is lindsay, are you guys ALL PUMPED UP???????????????????????? are you READY??????????? have you met the gay new tenant yet?
i know you might not have time to respond for a while. if you get a chance, do so, but otherwise i will await una estoria del un internet cafe en peru.
i did the 4th after all, after all of this wandering around in mesilla, in which i stopped at my old place (martinS) and watched the Doors with him, which was amazing, kind of. educational. jim morrison was one fucked up mother, but he danced with the Indians in his mind, and led millions of people to some level of transcendence.
nice to sit back in there, god what a place that was. incredible. and also, incredible when a smell hits you like that. i went to take some fotos at the ditch bank. it has been humid here, really humid. i sat on the square and wrote something like this: "what happens when you're locked in a past that you didn't even know you wanted to forget? what happens when you go through the motions of something you had already left, and left behind?"
i walked home. then, i took eric's bend-over bike down by the rio where i saw a skunk, heard some deep bullfrogs, got assaulted by bugs, saw a jack rabbit, a fire truck, the moon, some trees, and some birds.
i talked to Ramon Vasquez and he came to get me at eric's for the fireworks. we drove to a place i'd never been in las cruces, way up on a hill off solano but below the baseball fields. a view of everywhere. i was showered and mellow and comfortable. i've been eating vegetables, not drinking, and sleeping at night. i've been alone for days now, camped out in cruces. the fireworks were riveting. new york city be damned, las cruces fireworks were where it's at. and they aren't different than they are every year, everywhere, but for whatever reason, they rocked me pretty good. i felt like i was IN them. i let go and got taken away with the sonic boom and the mind-bending shapes.
Ramon came back to eric's and the first thing that happened is i saw a group of ufo's in the sky. this is no joke. i was overjoyed. they were so friendly. there were probably seven of them, these amberine, quiet, silent, hovering lights, like giant firefiles. they defied all logic. they were not airplanes, nor fireworks. maybe they appeared last night, knowing that they would blend in with fireworks, so that most people wouldn't even bat an eye, and that would allow them to come closer to the ground.
the first thing they did was form the big dipper, just for a moment. then, they un-formed themselves and created a loose "S" shape. they moved gracefully, and somehow, purposefully and arbitrarily at the same time. i could best describe it as "naturally." they started to fade out and shrink. they seemed to be shrinking, not fading away into the clouds or the distance. Ramon got a picture - but it will just look like a few dots on a black sky. it was so nice. SO nice. and then we got to talking about some of the subaltern, some of the cruces outcasts, including the guy who me and matt found one night in a thunderstorm, with his dog at the organs. the man who rescued us. who'd been abducted by aliens. Ramon told me about another friend, Dante, who had also been abducted. crazy stories. and they go on......
i made him a quesadilla and we had some wine and talked about school and art. it was refreshing to be around such a gentleman, and such a beautiful, graceful man. we sat outside and i got chewed up by mosquitoes, but i didn't care. the onion farm across the street looked like it might as well have been the midwest. i pretended that i was back home, in the green cricket dew night. it was the most gentle place i've been in my mind, maybe this whole trip. there have been many moments of wonder, of clarity, of confusion, of awe, of admiration. but nothing so calm as that farm at night in the desert.
so here i am - at the Bean. i am going to scrub eric's floors and bathroom today and organize my finances, start on a project with photography, finish Eat Pray Love (a real comfort during these strange few days), start a book of essays, Biography of Los Angeles. tomorrow i will retrieve my bicycle, and maybe my car, and see about a job with the pecan farm. if there is no job, i may tool around with eric for a couple of days, go to elephant butte and the hot springs, and then hit the road. i had a good conversation with Milagra the other day, and we are back to normal, if not better than ever, so probably i'll go to Tucson for another day or 2.
i loved new york, and i miss it, like i was just beginning to fall into the groove of it.....and feel my stay there was truncated somehow - but i really wanted to leave you your space, and i was totally exhausted. godspeed to you my dear friend. what is your address? i have some things to send. will a package get there and be safe until you return?
today, tomorrow, next week - write me a story when you can. enjoy the fotos, i will send them or post them somewhere in a little bit, have to start cleaning.
xoxoxo
your desert representative, whose only other job besides drinking iced mate and walking around mesilla like a ghost is to determine a relevant future course of action for artwork,
la fe