Spoken politics,

lies and discussions

create tertulias in the kitchen.

Mimicking and parroting,

memorized roles for the good students,

unable to feel

numbed

by words falling off staircases

expelled by competitive puppet masters.

Hoping for new disasters.

A moment of silence at the cube houses

Information is not like knowledge

Human, so human

going around

smashing the plants

I can not keep you away

Picking the fruits

without even a thanks

Complaining about

always so vane

Is there any one to blame?

las venas de la foresta

alimentaron mi crecimiento de salvia e hinojo

azucenas

no quiero comerme el pollo

wandering stones

raport, report, rupture, rape

conflicting landscapes

throwing stones

on seams of solitude,

caleidoscopical solitude

ambushing the forest

through myriads of requests

considering the thoughts

of the animal conquest

with the thousands of warriors

minded to regret

This image was taking by Jens Marott in 2009.  It is me at the studio door in a winter day.  Jens was doing a series of photographs based on artists and their working spaces , what is often called our comfort zone.