Nothingness encapsulated. You won't feel a thing.

Saturday, October 23, 2004

Entre los adjetivos de sus críticos destaquemos los siguientes: paleonazi, tarado, abanderado de la burguesía, títere del capitalismo, agente de la CIA, poetastro de intenciones cretinizantes, plagiario de Eguren, plagiario de Salazar Bondy, plagiario de de Saint-John Perse (acusacion ésta sostenida por un jovencisimo poeta de San Marcos y que a su vez desató otra polémica entre seguidores y detractores de Saint-John Perse en el ámbito universitario), esbirro de las cloacas, profeta de baratillo, violador de la lengua española, versificador de intenciones satánicas, producto de la educación de provincia, rastacuero, cholo alucinado, etc, etc.
Current theories on the creation of the Universe state that, if it was created at all and didn't just start, as it were, unofficially, it came into being between ten and twenty thousand million years ago. By the same token the earth itself is generally supposed to be about four and a half thousand million years old.

These dates are incorrect.

Medieval Jewish scholars put the date of the Creation at 3760 b.c. Greek Orthodox theologians put Creation as far back as 5508 b.c.

These suggestions are also incorrect.

Archbishop James Usher (1580-1656) published Anales Veteris et Novi Testamenti in 1654, which suggested that the Heaven and the Earth were created in 4004 b.c. One of his aides took the calculation further, and was able to announce triumphantly that the Earth was created on Sunday the 21st of October, 4004 b.c., at exactly 9:00 a.m., because God liked to get work done early in the morning while he was feeling fresh.

This too was incorrect. By almost a quarter of an hour.

Monday, October 04, 2004

(...) la Guerrero, a esa hora, se parece sobre todas las cosas a un cementerio, pero no a un cementerio de 1974, ni a un cementerio de 1968, ni a un cementerio de 1975, sino a un cementerio del año 2666, un cementerio olvidado debajo del párpado muerto o nonato, las acuosidades desapacionadas de un ojo que por querer olvidar algo ha terminado por olvidarlo todo.

Saturday, October 02, 2004

I never loved those arrogant boxes, but now I miss the rascals, icons of a more innocent age. If not for all the tragedy and death, I could think of the attack as some sort of radical architectural critisism. I mean, it's not like I love the way my nose looks... I just don't want somebody ramming a plane into it.
Y después se desata la tormenta de mierda.

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