pieces

january 3, 2010: Calle Carlos Calvo and Calle Piedras, Buenos Aires, 6:25pm

2010-01-04T05:26:00.000-08:00

Held in,
the thing relinquished its furs
ate the paper,
hung the tree.

The children outside
had to capture it twice,
promise it bread,
name it Son.

January 3, 2010: Calle Piedras and Calle Carlos Calvo, Buenos Aires, 6:14pm

2010-01-04T04:54:00.000-08:00

Like walking,
things learn to burn,
in eventual ways.

A match held carefully to a face,
the landscape hesitating temporarily,
then opening itself
wide.

January 1, 2010: Calle Piedras and Calle Carlos Calvo, Buenos Aires, 8:10pm

2010-01-01T16:03:00.000-08:00

No hay ceilo.
(There is no sky.)

December 27, 2009: Calle Piedras and Calle Carlos Calvo, Buenos Aires, 6:15pm

2009-12-29T04:04:00.000-08:00

A wide hello
to the nothing speaking
to the empty bucket
you inherited
to hold the child
and catch the rain.

December 21, 2009: Calle Defensa and Ave. San Juan, Buenos Aires, 4:00pm

2009-12-29T03:57:00.000-08:00

abrupt
it was.

the wall, inside as if terrified of heights

as if height were something to be revered
for the fall it precedes.

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This piece only remained hanging for a few minutes before it was taken down by a security guard. We didn't get the chance to photograph the art or writing.

November 14, 2009: Calle Chacabuco and Calle Cochabamba, Buenos Aires 3:15pm

2009-11-24T04:13:00.000-08:00

Determine

The rate is determined by
the small child
inside.
What it is willing to trade,
barter,
release.

November 8, 2009: Puerto Madero, Buenos Aires 3:25pm

2009-11-09T13:01:00.001-08:00

The things that save our life, surprise us all.

(The boy, made of kite,

pointing to it

as he falls.)

November 7, 2009: Calle San Juan and Calle Peru, Buenos Aires 6:54pm

2009-11-08T04:06:00.000-08:00

The kite, heavy with child,

Turned pink with breath

In that moment, when in looking up,

It saw the sky for the color it was.

November 3, 2009: Parque M. Bastidas, Buenos Aires 5:00pm

2009-11-03T18:40:00.000-08:00

What is your request?
The submission of it, maybe.

The snail falling asleep in your hand,
not knowing your hereditary mistrust of hands, your fear of things that weigh themselves in small amounts.

This: the crushing adoration of it

November 1, 2009: Calle Carlos Calvo 715, Buenos Aires 5:35pm (repositioned)

2009-11-01T13:41:00.000-08:00

The sky, underfoot.

The appendix, vestigial creature,

The exquisite things we covet in order to render them worthless.

There are reasons we need.

November 1, 2009: Calle Peru and Calle Carlos Calvo, Buenos Aires 5:20pm

2009-11-01T13:30:00.000-08:00

The sky, underfoot.

The appendix, vestigial creature,

The exquisite things we covet in order to render them worthless.

There are reasons we need.

October 30, 2009: Calle Chacobuco 838, Buenos Aires 6:45pm

2009-11-01T12:59:00.000-08:00

1. the bone crushed itself

(screaming, this is spite!, tossing glances to anyone who looked.)

2. the boy ran after
(crooning, come back, come back, it’s a dream, you are safe!)

the arm being silly fat and muscle, now that the bone was gone,

it embarrassed easily

clung to walls

waved at the Queen

fell asleep during tea.

October 28, 2009: Calle Estados Unidos and Calle Piedras, Buenos Aires 6:45pm

2009-10-29T15:50:00.001-07:00

1. the child ate it.

2. the thing did not particularly mind.

Chew quick, chew quick,
the bite may jump out

and when it lands, it cries,

(horrible song, this day)

put it between bread and swallow.

1. el niño se lo comió.

2. la cosa no tuvo inconveniente en especialmente

Mastica rápido, mastica rápido,

la picadura puede saltar

y cuando aterriza, llora,

(canción horrible, este día)

Póngalo entre el pan y tragar.

October 25, 2009: Calle Calabria and Calle Dellepiani, Buenos Aires 6:45pm

2009-10-28T11:26:00.001-07:00

What will condense it?
To fit the rooms dimensions.

(The image):

a pattern of wells, a field empty of corn, a single Jacaranda,

the cow perched inside it, watching the man take the picture that will appear on pages a million miles from here,
no one believing that height like that
was at all possible,

and so, the minds doing their violence,
the cow abruptly subtracted from its perch,
falling upright onto the ground,
the damage quiet, permanent, glossy

the far off cities at ease.,
the children sleeping soundly in a thousand beds,
no one knowing the shape of the tragedy.

¿Qué va a condensar esto?
Para ajustar las dimensiones de la habitación.

La imagen:

Un patrón de pozos,
Un campo vacío de maíz,
una Jacaranda única,

La vaca encaramado en su interior
Observando al hombre que toma la foto
Que aparecerá en las páginas de un millón de millas de aquí,
Nadie creyendo que la altura como el que
fue posible,

Y así, las mentes haciendo su violencia,
La vaca restó bruscamente de su percha,
Cayéndose vertical en el suelo,
El daño silencioso, permanente, brillante

October 24, 2009: Ave. San Juan and Calle Defensa, Buenos Aires 3:20pm

2009-10-25T18:34:00.000-07:00

To Hold It

To hold it,

wrap it three times around

the nerves will go blue

the hand will pinken to life

the nunneries will be all sudden joy.

things will be touched

and in the act of that disobedience,

civilizations will be shorn from their branches,

to land, face-up, in the dead grass,

laughing and covered with warm hair.

Para Sostenerlo

Para sostenerlo,

envuelvalo tres veces alrededor

los nervios irán azul

la mano se ruboriza a la vida

los conventos serán todo alegría repentina.

las cosas serán tocadas

y en el acto de esa desobediencia,

las civilizaciones serán despojadas de sus ramas,

para aterrizar, boca arriba, en la hierba muerta,

riéndose y cubierto con el pelo cálido.

October 23, 2009: Calle B. de Iriguyen near Independencia Subte Station, Buenos Aires 6:50pm

2009-10-24T09:26:00.000-07:00

The renaissance:

The coordinates of the beauty,

the very location of settlement.

How does one begin an orchestra?

With hands, ears, feet?

We commemorate things

not by putting them into jars,

but by breaking them wide open.

El renacimiento:

Las coordenadas de la belleza,

la propia situación del establecimiento.

¿Cómo se empieza una orquesta?

Con las manos, orejas, pies?

Conmemoramos cosas no poniéndolas en las jarras,

sino rompiéndolos abiertos de par en par.

October 22, 2009: Blvd. R. Vera Peñaloza, Puerto Madero, Buenos Aires 6:00pm

2009-10-24T06:37:00.000-07:00

What drama of sky
precedes the sipping creature?

The window taps to me.

What task to be stroked? I tap back.

The water is inside you.
The water is inside you.

The water is inside you.

¿Qué drama del cielo
precede a la criatura bebiendo?

La ventana da un golpecito a mí.

¿Qué tarea se le acarició? Yo doy un golpecito a cambio.

El agua está dentro de ti.
El agua está dentro de ti.

El agua está dentro de ti.

October 20, 2009: 824 Calle Defensa and Calle Carlos Calvo, Buenos Aires (re-hung) 10:35am

2009-10-23T10:28:00.000-07:00

Attach

A bird in a box.

Why do we laugh?

Is it to attach strings?

Our voice a method of adhesion,
so we don’t forget, or fall, or fly.

Un pájaro en una caja.

¿Por qué nos reímos nosotros?

¿Es de conectar cuerdas?

Nuestra voz un método de adhesión,
así que nosotros no nos olvidamos,
ni nos caemos,
ni volamos.

October 19, 2009: 824 Calle Defensa and Calle Carlos Calvo, Buenos Aires 7:34pm

2009-10-23T07:08:00.000-07:00

October 18, 2009: 824 Calle Piedras, Buenos Aires 6:53pm

2009-10-18T17:10:00.000-07:00

The Privilege

The pilgrimage of the creature:

moving its legs

to make its song.

Though, what attracts the animal to the face?
As if that were its way of choosing its kindness.

And like all things, it grows the bones that it needs,

to breed the fear out of it,

to domesticate the society,
to tame the empathies.

El Privilegio

El peregrinaje de la criatura:

moviendo sus piernas

para hacer su canción.

¿Aunque, lo que atrae el animal a la cara?

Como si eso fuera su manera de escoger su bondad.

Y como todas cosas, crece los huesos que necesita,

para criar el temor fuera de ello,

para domesticar la sociedad,

para domesticar las empatías.

October 17, 2009: Plaza J. Páez, Buenos Aires 6:47pm

2009-10-18T16:54:00.000-07:00

Whale Fall

The time it takes
for the whale to fall
through an entire sea,
the sad weight that floats for days,
not knowing what to do with its body.

El tiempo que lo toma
para la ballena caerse
a través de un mar entero,
el peso triste que flota para días,
sin sabiendo lo que hacer con su cuerpo.

October 15, 2009: 616 Calle Humberto 1, Buenos Aires 12:30pm

2009-10-18T16:35:00.001-07:00

Take It

Take it,
She said, placing it in my hand.

I have thousands.
Entire houses full,
And oceans, too.

So what, really,
is one?

Tómelo,
Ella dijo, lo colocando en mi mano.

Tengo miles.
Las casas enteras llenas,
Y los océanos, también.

¿Así que, lo que realmente,
es uno?s

October 12, 2009: Calle Tacuari and Avenida Independencia, Buenos Aires 6:15pmpm

2009-10-13T05:42:00.000-07:00

I have no circulation,
No trees to part with my body,
No boy to persuade that he is a lion, or a forest, or a door.

Yo no tengo circulación, ningunos árboles a separar con mi cuerpo, ningún chico para persuadir que él es un
León, ni un bosque, ni una puerta.

October 11, 2009: Calle Carlos Calvo and Peru, Buenos Aires 12:30pm

2009-10-13T05:28:00.000-07:00

Seacaptured
***********

The day, open,

The city, drowned,

The small animals structured
To create faith
In unexpected locations:

The sound of a window, shut
The taste of the bread she gave you,

The scent of the milk,

A captured sea in your
Hands.

(En español)

El día, abierto,

La ciudad, ahogado,

Los pequeños animales estructuraron para crear fe

En ubicaciones inesperadas:

El sonido de una ventana, cerró

El sabor del pan que ella le dio,

El olor de la leche,

Un mar captado en tus
manos.

October 7, 2009: Calle Tacuari and Calle Cochabama, Buenos Aires 4:15

2009-10-10T19:02:00.000-07:00

Something, here, moving, the sound is like a house without people, a box without contents, a bird without sky.

The walnuts have all gone to sleep.

Algo, aquí, moviendo, el sonido es como una casa sin personas, una caja sin contenidos, un pájaro sin cielo.

Los nogales que todo se han dormido.

October 6, 2009: Calle Humberto 1 and Calle Peru, Buenos Aires 4:15pm

2009-10-10T18:49:00.000-07:00

Oh, the comedies
Everywhere
The comedies

The tiny theatre inside the cup,
The apartment where the woman keeps the last remaining fly, because she herself is lost without the sound of wings halted in sleep.

These small devices of loss.

Ah, las comedias
por todas partes
Las comedias

El teatro diminuto dentro de la taza,

El apartamento donde la mujer mantiene la última mosca restante, porque ella misma es perdida sin el sonido de alas paradas en el sueño.

Estos pequeños dispositivos de pérdida.

October 5, 2009: 714 Calle Carlos Calvo, Buenos Aires 7:55pm

2009-10-10T18:41:00.000-07:00

The skin, a bird, no , a collection of birds that sing with their broken faces, their hands, without fingers, white, like the blind man’s daughter.

La piel, un pájaro, no, una colleción de pájaros que cantan con las caras rotas, sus manos, sin dedos, blancos, como la hija del ciego.

October 4, 2009: bus stop, Avenida General Las Heras near Jardin Botanico Carlos Thays, Buenos Aires 7:00pm

2009-10-10T18:28:00.001-07:00

The man making a sheep from wools,

Oh I am cold, cold.

Where is the skin?

Oh, the light is nice here,

So I sew

The thread is tearing the sky apart.

The girl, knowing not to cry
For this is it,
The manner of afternoon.

The swift taking of a bath

The marionette sodden
Its feet lifting the sky up.
Always up.

El hombre que hace una oveja de lanas,

Ah tengo frío
¿Dónde está la piel

Ah, la luz es agradable aquí,

Así que yo coso

El hilo se raga el cielo.

La chica, que sabe no llorar

Porque esto es
La manera de la tarde.

El tomar rápido de un baño

La marioneta empapada
Sus pies que levantan el cielo arriba.
Siempre arriba.

October 3, 2009: Calle Piedras and Calle Humberto, Buenos Aires 8:00pm

2009-10-10T18:11:00.000-07:00

Flap, Flap, Flap

The tails of the rabbits, the trees they are.
And
The woman washing the bottles as if children would fall from them.
Each egg folded inside,

Abrupt, gentrified moss.
The turtle kissing the throat of the thing.

oh. Oh. oh.

I don’t know its name, so I make its sound, the flap flap flap.

--

Solapa, Solapa, Solapa

Las colas de los conejos, los árboles que ellos son.
Y La mujer que lava las botellas como si niños se caigan de ellos.
Cada huevo dobló
adentro,

Musgo brusco y aburguesado.

La tortuga que besa la garganta de la cosa.

Ah. Ah. ah.

Yo no sé su nombre, así que hago su sonido, la solapa de solapa de solapa.

October 2, 2009: 819 Carlos Calvo, Buenos Aires 6:15pm

2009-10-10T17:40:00.000-07:00

THE FUNCTION OF IT

The man threaded the ink for me.
I suppressed my various liquids
—to gesture instead—
his language at him.

Though,
what is it
to function?

To gesture at the chair,
and to pretend it is a thing only to sit on.

To hang the dead instruments from the rafters like meat,
to forget the inherited,
all of this
takes exquisite practice.

The antiquity that keeps passing, passing.
The value already enough to make you weep.

The recollected number speaking to our sense of cohesion.
No, no, not loss.

Nothing. Not a thing, this is, not a thing.

La Función de Ello.

El hombre enhebró la tinta para mí.
Suprimí mis varios líquidos —hacer gestos en lugar— su idioma a él.

¿Aunque, qué es de funcionar?

Para hacer gestos a la silla, y para fingir que es una cosa de sentarse en solamente.

Para colgar los instrumentos muertos a las vigas como carne,
para olvidarse los heredados,
todo esto toma la práctica exquisita.

La antigüedad que mantiene el paso, pasando.
El valor que ya está bastante para hacerle llora.

El número acordado que habla con nuestro sentido de cohesión. No, no, no es pérdida.

Nada. No es una cosa, esto es, no es una cosa.