Happy birthday Prince!!
Today a someone flew away. I knew her from the hazy days in the bunker. They say her heart suddenly stopped last night— but everyone knows it was all but sudden. I felt everything quiet for a minute. I was sitting at my desk at work, and suddenly I was back there, a silent stoned fairy child watching over all of these twiggy girls swimming in drug dreams. I didn’t know I was watching at the time, but I always knew I needed to. Your wings are not foolproof. I wonder if she felt herself falling. I wonder if I could have caught her.
Mama and I are both broke so we went to Lucys and drank cheap tequila and inhaled greasy nachos for dinner. Her heart belongs to a bright blue costa rica house on la boca, a place she’s always known and hasn’t been able to articulate. Mama found it. I was crying into my margarita about what I always do— the words are always so hard to find for me now. Feeling has always been verbose enough. The old Hollywood headshot of Humphrey Bogart looked down at me on the Lucys cobblestones and told me to shut up and use my cactus teeth, bit into the silences you perpetuate, and live. Live like C always needed to, live like the blue of mamas boca house, live like the extravagance broke nachos, live like sunday mornings in los angeles and catch yourself, this time.
Daniel Alarcón explains the value of telling a story in its original language. Watch the latest in Transom’s new “This is Radio” series: http://transom.org/2014/this-is-radio-daniel-alarcon/
(Click on CC for subtitles in Spanish)
Daniel Alarcón explica el valor de contar una historia en su idioma original. La nueva entrevista en la serie “This is Radio” de Transom.org: http://transom.org/2014/this-is-radio-daniel-alarcon/
(CC para subtítulos en español)
Video: Andrew Norton
Last night my mom told me that I was too broke to afford an existential crisis. Today, I trembled as I looked my boss in the eye and told him I was good enough even though i’ve never learned how to mean that. I pushed and I pushed through the hours but sometimes a broken heart is just the most impossible thing to avoid. And no, It’s not that stupid boy who now lives in his cobble-stone studded new york daydream. I guess when everyone is on the subway doing the same thing you are, things are better. Honey, this is los angeles. Every minute you spend getting somewhere is alone, on a hauntingly slow highway surrounded by others trying hard to listen to npr but wishing they could just turn on KDay and shout IT’S JUST ME MYSELF AND I to a sea of people who won’t listen despite how nicely they fastened their ties that morning. Me, I always have coffee stains where the hem should be. And now, love is coffee and bagels and pink walls. Love is something I have to hide from the people who tell me to work and the people who tell me to work are the people i want desperately to love.
“I never thought about gender. I never felt oppressed because of my gender. When I’m writing a poem or drawing, I’m not a female; I’m an artist. But we’ve always had strong women: Grace Slick, Tina Turner, Yoko Ono, Debbie Harry, Sinéad O’Connor, Cat Power — she’s a bit fragile, but she’s tough. Those are all strong individuals. Christina Aguilera’s a little piece of dynamite. But I’m more concerned with the work people do than their gender. When I was younger, I was pretty judgmental. Things had to be a certain way. Now I just want to see the work. It doesn’t matter who does it.”