Archive for August, 2009

24
Aug
09

Daniel

This was our (EL SECRETO’S) collaborative short film effort for the summer of 2009. Thanks are due to all the artists, whether of song, pencil or life, and the people who made this movie possible.

With love,
Rolando.

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24
Aug
09

Ice Cream: A Fable

…And so the atheist passed by a group of believers sitting down together on the grass. They were praying, and as they prayed, inside he mocked and laughed with fury, thinking: “Such ignorant fools! Praying to a superstition…”
Meanwhile the believers prayed for his wellbeing.
One of them opened his eyes and smiled to the atheist. The atheist was left without words, then. But he consoled himself:
“Their stubbornness to believe in folly is repugnant!”
But still he couldn’t get them off his mind.
“They’re animals, responding to chance and suffering with religion. It is the most obvious, simple, and easy response.”
Telling himself such things, etcetera, he slept quietly that night.

The next day he saw them again.
And this time another one of the believers, a young lady, lifted her head and smiled. But the atheist, fearful as he is, looked the other way, and consoled himself again: “I can’t tolerate them. Such, such ignorant fools!”
Later that evening while he was drinking with his friends, he retold them the two episodes, mocking all the way. And so it was that he slept quietly that night, too.

The next day he decided to take another route. But it so happened that he crossed paths with one of the believers – precisely, the young lady who had smiled at him the day before. She carried a notebook, he observed, and about her a smiling air.
And so it was that, among observations such as these, he stepped quite accidentally on her foot.
“You have stepped on my right foot,” she said. “You owe me an ice cream cone.”
Not knowing how to respond to such a comment, he simply didn’t.
“Come on, silly! There is a kiosk just around the corner. I’ll walk with you. I like vanilla.”
And then two letters stumbled their way out of his mouth: “O,” and “K.”
So they went to said kiosk, which really wasn’t too far, and he bought her vanilla ice cream. She was young, he observed, but her smile was wise. Something about her was elusive – and it was then, in a rush of brilliance and insight, that he thought up a metaphor, like the many rhymes he had thought up in younger days when he still thought poetry was beautiful: “She,” he thought, “is like a firefly in the forest.” And even though it wasn’t a grand thought, certainly not the greatest line to be written, he thought it quite beautiful then – that orange evening, as he watched the young lady eat her ice cream, there beside him. He thought of words like Beautiful, Young, Alive.
“Thanks,” she said.
The atheist gave a pathetic smile, and she laughed, like a woman laughing at the misdeed of a small child.
That night, tucked away in his bed, he couldn’t sleep quietly.
Even though he didn’t know it, and would only know it only till much later, he had fallen in love that evening, at a very precise moment. This moment occurred when he heard her last words after he said “goodbye.” She said “goodbye,” too and then added:
“I’ll keep you in my prayers.”

10
Aug
09

Miles

Miles.

10
Aug
09

August Walk 7:12 PM

There is a certain time of day when one is glad to entertain beautiful thoughts.

“This sunset is here.”

“Orange is something that happens in the sky when you look at it and it glows.”

Or life gains a meaning:

“There is a river I was born into, and I swim in it still, though I know not its name nor where the ocean it opens to lies. I wait for it, still, swimming, on and on and maybe smiling, a tear or a grin, but smiling still.”

You walk, yes you, you walk and the eyes of the sun hurl at you from the depths of the scape, from the roof of the world, or this one. Also I must marvel at the fact that the orange glare of the sun at 7:12 PM is something received from universes away, though eyesight is made possible by mandates from our brain.

August Walk thoughts are like that for me: how are they for you, though?

I would like to know about your August Walk, is it at 7:12 PM?

It doesn’t matter, because beautiful thoughts can be late too, sometimes.
Sometimes they’re very early like dew. Or late like owls.

But thoughts don’t have to be beautiful, they can be just thoughts, and that’s good too. Like this:

“Why, my oh my, dah-boom.”
It still has a rhythm. Look:

Say it and knock on wood.

You can have them at 9:17 PM, too, like me.




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