In remembrance of things to come

Thursday, March 25, 2010

jornadas internacionales de teatro, and being a bluetick coonhound sounds kind of fun after being a cougar for so many years...

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Ben said...: Both campuses look like they have cool old buildings.; March 25, 2010 at 10:23 AM
rantipoler said...: Go to TN! You have built-in friends living in that state.; March 29, 2010 at 4:37 AM
rantipoler said...: P.S. CONGRATS! I knew you could do it. :); March 29, 2010 at 4:37 AM

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we are the clumsy passerby, we push past each other with elbows, with feet, with trousers, with suitcases,
we get off the train, the jet plane, the ship, we step down
in our wrinkled suits and sinister hats.
We are all guilty, we are all sinners,
we come from dead-end hotels or industrial peace,
this might be our last clean shirt, we have misplaced our tie,
yet even so, on the edge of panic, pompous,
sons of bitches who move in the highest circles
or quiet types who don't owe anything to anybody,
we are the one and the same, the same in time's eyes,
or in solitude's: we are the poor devils
who earn a living and a death working
bureautragically or in the usual ways,
sitting down or packed together in subway stations,
boats, mines, research centers, jails,
universities, breweries,
(under our clothes the same thirsty skin),
(the hair, the same hair, only in different colors).
--pablo neruda--

In remembrance of things to come

Thursday, March 25, 2010

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