POOkah LEHgooay

I have no idea how to spell it, but it´s the name of the farm we´re staying on; it´s short for ´How Much Further Is This Fucking Place´ in Spanish. Carmen named it so when she and Andy were first going out to look at the place. The Patrones, they call each other lightly; and though there is much they disagree on, they seem very happy. They have two employees. Don Cheno takes care of everything outside: cows, crops, terraces, gates, clearing, composting. Silvia takes care of inside stuff like laundry and lunch. It is very comfortable with the four of them looking out for us and giving us just the right amount of work so that we can fall into bed exhausted and happy (twice a day incidentally, on account of that wonderful tradition, the siesta.)

I´m four-fifths of the way to fulfilling Koozy´s five-point program for happiness: I´m having great success at eating, sleeping, pooping, and working out. And I guess Erica had me accurately pegged as a goat: I´ve been eating as I go through the rows, gardens, and orchards. Andy is English so we´re growing broccoli and brussels sprouts, neither of which are really forming up; but the greens are really good raw or fried. I try to get some fiber to balance out all the fruit I eat just because it´s there (and awesome.) I really love plums.

At The Ocean In Lota

My body is free
of toxins and necessities.
I have warmth, water, soil, wind:
and for me now, the best of these.

Camping on sand,
the salt swell sooths me,
the salt breeze cools me,
I am so happy.

On The Farm In Tanahullin

My body is a machine
that I need to keep clean.
If you´ve seen the way
that cows process grass,
in through the snout
and out though the ass,
it´s just the same way
that I process fruit:
to know how I am,
take a look at my poop.

In The Heat Of Argentina

My body is not a collection of imperfection;
my body is my perfect reflection.

My mind is my brain and I don´t mind admitting
that permitting imbalances causes debilitating strain.

But sweat and wind, like the fins of a radiator,
restore my balances like the osmosis of water.

In The Cold Of Canada

My body is an afterthought only:
my back, my bladder, my knee...
No, no I´m cheery, don´t look at me;
my eyes may be bleary,
I may have diabetes,
but I hope that your mind sees
nothing but mine,
and I hope that you find for your body
an afterthought only.

Hablo Solo Un Poco De Español

This afternoon when we had been in the country for 23.5 hours, I wrote a list of all the stupid and embarassing things I´d done: "...I was looking for the computers in the hostel, she asked me what I was looking for, I stared at her mutely for several seconds before answering evasively that I was just looking around. She sent someone to talk to me..." "...we sat in the wrong seats and fell asleep and a 12-year-old girl woke me, ´Dijame señor...´" Anyways, I feel better.

We´re in Mendoza tonight and tommorrow we go to Chile. The bus seats are so much more comfortable down here, six hours passes easilly. Tonight there was an oudoor concert and we bought food and lay down in the grass; Verano!

Red Eye Sight

Lights for the nights,
shades for the days.

What kind of mind
could do without these
amenities anyways?

I find I like light
strapped close to my mind.

Would my eyes die
if I did not regularize
the rays of the days?

Hace Calor

My friend bought an eight dollar bottle of water when we arrived in Prague eight years ago. But it didn't matter how many times I thought about how stupid that was, I still accidentally bought a five dollar pack of mints when I arrived in Buenos Aires this afternoon; and I was buying because I thought I needed more coins for the bus, but the guy told me he didn't have coins anyways. Once I got coins, I bought myself double bus fare because I misunderstood the price for two as the price for one. I feel like an idiot but it's only a matter of a few dollars.

Max and I are resting at a hostel in the city center. Tommorrow we start a multiday bus trip over the Andes into Chile. We have to come back through here for our return flight (whenever that may be) so we will get to see more of the city then; this is but a reassurance, I don't much care about seeing sights.

Out and Down

Gonna go take a peek at Argentina next week; gonna sneak out of here while the going's so weak. Gonna go to the country in the country of Chile; it's summer there so it shouldn't be chilly and it hopefully won't be as silly and frilly as Newton, Massachusetts. I won't be living with my folks again, so choose your bets: I might come to visit if you're still a friend.

Gonna live on the land and grow veggies by hand. Me and Max, we're gonna tax our backs up to but not past the point of breaking; forsaking the nation and higher education for aching and raking and distant communicating.

Taking a degree? Making a career? Shaking a hand out of nothing but fear? You won't find that here. You won't catch me taking responsibility.

And sorry if you were underneath when I dropped that beach ball. I took a pretty hard fall, and winter; like a sprinter in a 40k race I wasn't a winner, I could not do it all. And in an astounding about face, my pancreas would no longer keep pace.

Instead of psychosis I did my own diagnosis, I increased my dosage and got mail-order insulin without paying for postage. Now I break my skin ten times a day, but I no longer think of breaking myself away in some irretrievable way.

I'll be back again but I can't say when, until then.

THIS

HERE'S JUST A LIST OF THE GIRLS I HAVE KISSED.
I'
M GUESSING IT HARDLY MEANS ANYTHING. LIKE CHANCE.