Some photos from my first trail ride in Lubbock.
These trails are located on the east side of town, about 4 miles from my house:
The trails feature loose rock and sand, and some short, steep climbs. And twisty spots!
There is a sketchy pump track and some jumps.
On the way home. Skool's out for summer.
By some warehouses...
Under a highway...
And over a train yard. (I scared a woman on this bridge who said she didn't hear me because she was absorbed in singing and praying to the lord.)
Sunday, August 10, 2014
Friday, August 1, 2014
Begoña Díez Sanz: "Combray"
How can I fix the extent
of love's most carnal expression,
of the beauty of bitmaps on my back
as I arch over your most bucolic, sonorous climax.
Each tile in your kitchen
was somehow illusory
[architectural fantasy of naked bodies on the kitchen table]
from the perspective of foam, everything was submersible
I made myself explicit in body and implicit as a function
of that whole cosmogony you used to penetrate me:
without wings, shields, or apples (...)
and even so, we were archetypes.
If Proust had seen us fucking,
your tongue would have lived on
as the paradigm case of memory.
An exquisite pleasure had invaded my senses, but individual, detached, with no suggestion of its origin [ ]
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