Yo-Yo Boing!

y de refilón en el pulgar

y el meñique de la frente

si es que la siente

en la frente

zappa — plsssfsht

y ya me quedo contigo

porque no puedo sentir

lo que contigo siento

cuando sin ti lo tengo

contigo me siento

menos yo

yo myself

alone

for you

darumbamba

darumbamba

bum

plum

um

¿Lo cogiste?

— Se me fueron algunos puntos.

— Entonces qué pasaría si me quedo ciega.

— Si te quedas ciega, then it’s over, baby, all over.

— Why, ah, why. If Milton wrote when he was blind. And Borges wrote. And they say Homer was blind. It’s memory, not sight that matters. As long as I have you to transcribe my inspiration.

— The wind blew too fast.

— How is it that I can capture the wind.

— Then why didn’t you write it down?

— You have to practice. You weren’t even close to what I said.

— I was editing your repetition, your mispronunciation.

— You have no right to transform my words, especially when I am dictating what I’m hearing from the blind. Just write every word I say. That’s kairós. That’s what I do. I’m just repeating what I hear. What authority do I have. None. Whatsoever. And now, less, that I have you. Now I can lay down like the dead and wait till you make the writing work. The misspellings and the nuances, after all, what do I care, I see in them, your future trademarks. You are going to be, by all means, an original.

— Don’t steal my thunder—Mona warned. But I had already taken her phrase:

arrested

arrested

libido

and made it mine. She had explained that arrested meant delayed, retarded, but I thought arrestada, like confined, imprisoned, like halt, you’re under arrest. She tossed and turned all night, worried that I had stolen her thunder, and literally I had. I stole her thunder and her arrested libido.

— And think of all the stories you swiped from me.

— Why should I have to defend my thunder. Ask Dalí how many thunders he stole from Lorca and Buñuel from Dalí and Lorca. And Picasso from we don’t even know how many, he himself a thunder thought no credits were to be given to Nobody. He himself his own thunder became a creditor with so many debts. An here you are telling me stories, knowing that I’m going to swipe them.

— Stop picking your toes.

— Hay mucha tela que cortar. Si me saca sangre, y se me hace un hoyo, como, como, como una cueva, me excita más. Go on.

— Let me tell you about what happened to a young man who married a very wild, unruly wife. Everybody, including her own father, begged him not to marry her. At the wedding, they pray for the poor sap’s life.

— He’s a lazy gold digger, she’ll bury him alive.

On the wedding night, Hubby asks his dog for a glass of water.

— A Dulci

— No, the dog acts more like Otti, cocks his head and stares at him.

— Hey, you, Mutt, I said I want a glass of water.

Dog does nothing, guy pulls out sword, wack, off with the dog’s head.

— Hey, you, Pussy, water, now.

Not a meow. Hubby grabs the cat by the tail and cracks his furry lil’ head open against the door. Horse and wife look at each other, apprehensive, of course. Wife thinks: nah, not his horse, he wouldn’t kill Stud—it’s like blowing up your own car, uninsured that is. Slowly, he paces toward his horse, and with his bloody hands, he wacks, wacks, wacks the head off his own bloody horse. He turns to his wife.

— Water.

— Immediately, water, here.

— Supper.

— Immediately, supper, exquisite, delicious, here.

— Now hussy get to work. I’m going to bed. Don’t disrupt my sleep.

The honeymoon is red dead silent. By daybreak the whole town is stunned to see the wretch obedient, especially her father who runs home and stabs a rooster in front of his wife.

— Too late you ol’ fart. Beheading a herd of horses would do you no good. We know each other too well.

Style is set from the start. Do I have to explain.

— This one is about the structure of fantasy:

events — what happened

laws — how it happened

origins — where it came from

— I guess from Cantos de Vida y Esperanza:

Y no saber a dónde vamos

ni de dónde venimos

Ínclitas razas ubérrimas. La U ubérrima mía viene de Darío. At least I know, but who knows.