Inverted Interrobang

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DECEMBER 5, 2011 12:13AM

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one door city photo by tina uebel 

 

Sometimes..................


 

A dear friend, German writer, Tina Uebel, captured this image on the island of San Salvador in the Bahamas (where, reputedly, Mr. Columbus first set foot in the... hahaha, New World).

We had anchored there (some 20+ years ago now) on our way to the north and west of Cuba, from the Windward Islands (Martinique, Saint Lucia, etc.)... aboard the very fondly remembered, Venezuelan flagged sailboat, Mimosa Y Tadeo.



 

Closer to home now... Francisco Mata passed away earlier this year. A very emblematic and well loved folklorist/singer/songwriter in the region where I live, in the east of Venezuela. Many times have I navigated the waters between the island of Margarita (Nueva Esparta) and the islands of Mochima (Picua Grande or Big Barracuda, Isla Mono or Monkey Island, Chimana Grande, Chimana Segunda, etc. etc. etc.) by happily sighting las tetas (the breasts) de Maria Guevarra, the two small mountains pictured in the video... ;) 

(To read a navigational chart of Venezuelan waters is to glean a bit of the character and history of this fascinating, confounding country... )

Saludos friends ~


   

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Mmmm... the video feels warm, soft and restful, more places should be like that. Thank you for a brief respite.
Thank you for sharing II, your warm and wonderful world with us here. It's cold and frosty this morning. Enjoyed
"Las tetas" is such a musically gentle and romantic way to describe our feminine anatomy. I love that.
Hello friends ~

Tina is a wonderful writer with whom I've shared various adventures. My travels absolutely pale in comparison to her wanderings. She once sent me birthday greetings from the South Pole (!) and she just sailed through the Northwest Passage this summer, west to east. Here are some links for her.

Website: Tina Uebel

China (Goethe Institut): From Hamburg to Shanghai overland, travelogue Tina Uebel

(Saludos Tina!)

A number of notable South American writers and musicians have passed away this year. Lamentably I haven't had time nor the proper frame of mind to pass along the news. My bad, as they say... Another that comes to mind is Earnesto Sábato.

Here is a tremendous video interview (in Spanish) for those who might be interested: interview, Earnesto Sábato

Wonderful video interview and homage to Francisco Mata here: Francisco Mata interview

¡Saludos Amigas y Amigos! Busy preparing to sail to Los Roques. Loved all your comments, familiar and unfamiliar faces ~ welcome all of you!!!

Yes.... those visions... visions out on the sea... la Sirena que sí existe for every persuasion!
AUGENMUSIK
....................James

you
************can see

it,
,
.,
without/\//~//\///~///\\///~//\even hearing


it!
“where, reputedly, Mr. Columbus first set foot in the... hahaha, New World”

I consider that a shout out, even if its not. I watched your video and it took my breath away. Why did I not stick to my roots in the sea? I guess I would not have had much material to write the book I am about to write but my soul would now be at peace. I envy you.
So many nice comments... thank you
I'm very busy right now

I'd like to answer everyone but it
will have to be later

let me leave you with this
to comfort you a least,

yes, las tetas ,both...
here, they sell on the street a

little plastic baggy filled with
homemade ice cream or fruit ice

you nip the corner
and suckle the nipple

the handmade sign usually just says
~~~~~~~ tetas ~~~~~~~

so who can resist
even a smile.
si el capitán sabe llegar...

hay helado que no se puede llevar
hay que lamer la esquinita, redondita
al norte de la sal, se encuentra siempre en alta mar
pointing up to a star...you can't be too far...

a watery saludo to you, piraguero, and to all those lost and found ~

Gracias por la música to look at maps to
Before you kick off your shoes and snap to ~
so much to do still... but I'm winning, I think
thing is

I decided to renew all the old wiring
and terminals, just in case

simple, right... (?)
(he said) after soldering about fifty or so

of the little suckers, etc. etc. etc. etc.
sheesh, noodlehead...

anyway...

(wow/20!rates................ wow ............................
....................................
.................
....
. did I forget,,, to say.......... *wow*.....ok enough)

ha! thank you everyone, arlene and I have been jumping up and down watching this little post get rates. silly I know, but a cheap thrill in between fiddling with wires, filling tanks, buying olive oil... fondling tomatoes... oh, and sails ~ yes

let's not forget
sails

ummmmm I never get tired of how beautiful they are, and what they do..........

and how they do it
the language they use to connect me with something so full of

promise and power and possibility

the appear to be working so
quietly, yet

if, while underway, under sail
you have the opportunity to climb
up in the rigging, and to lay your ear
against the sail, resting it gently there...

your eye close to the sailcloth, the stitching,
you will hear the sound of the soul of the
wind as it sweeps across an enormous
field of threads, in disbelief, eyes
widening as the voice roars
through your ear canal
and down into your
empty human
frame

pull away, and there you are...
left with a little secret
about invisible
wind, and
music

**********************************************

to be continued......
so much to do still... but I'm winning, I think
thing is

I decided to renew all the old wiring
and terminals, just in case

simple, right... (?)
(he said) after soldering about fifty or so

of the little suckers, etc. etc. etc. etc.
sheesh, noodlehead...

anyway...

(wow/20!rates................ wow ............................
....................................
.................
....
. did I forget,,, to say.......... *wow*.....ok enough)

ha! thank you everyone, arlene and I have been jumping up and down watching this little post get rates. silly I know, but a cheap thrill in between fiddling with wires, filling tanks, buying olive oil... fondling tomatoes... oh, and sails ~ yes

let's not forget
sails

ummmmm I never get tired of how beautiful they are, and what they do..........

and how they do it
the language they use to connect me with something so full of

promise and power and possibility

they appear to be working so
quietly, yet

if, while underway, under sail
you have the opportunity to climb
up in the rigging, and to lay your ear
against the sail, resting it gently there...

your eye close to the sailcloth, the stitching,
you will hear the sound of the soul of the
wind as it sweeps across an enormous
field of threads, in disbelief, eyes
widening as the voice roars
through your ear canal
and down into your
empty human
frame

pull away, and there you are...
left with a little secret
about invisible
music and
wind

**********************************************

to be continued......
Hello again (to all) ~

candace: Venezuela has some good women sailors and even a Grand Prix race car driver Milka Duno

' course what they're dreaming about under the stars and in the frothy wake could be anything... ;)

And here's a real pirate seawoman for you!

Granuaile O'Malley

Saludos!

Snowden: thank you, and I know a transom when I see one!

libby: admiring your voluminous work lately, thank you much

BP: bienvenida ...the bahamas are haunting (many of them);
before San Salvadore we stopped in Great Inagua ~ cut straight from a Wim Wenders film, it seemed

Algis! if you mean Venezuela (?) check out Margot Benacerraf Araya .

you will love the images...

Saludos!

l'Heure: nice to see you (not just your hand.. ;)
in truth, it's the most confounding, idiosyncratic place... the real visual is very different than the real audio... sometimes ~

nana: I know you'd love it... perhaps the Delta or the Grand Sabana even more... the mountains of Merida... (I know, I know... some *posts* might help... I'm getting there.. ;)

continuing...
Art: as Brazen hinted ~ an image well remembered ~ and origin of my banner...

in the Orinoco (Delta)... I ate a giant larva
tasted like smoked oyster

I allowed a nest of insects to swarm all over me,
smelled like cinnamon

and tried to paddle a dug canoe curiara
almost impossible...

yet, I've seen whole families paddling in strong current
perfectly balanced, not a waver nor a quaver!!!

Saludos (and seagulls~ ~ ~

rita: and thank you so much rita! now... Arts got a cold one in the PU I think (watch out for bird feathers~~~~~~~~~~

Linnnn: ha! yes... and we've gott'em too, well... kinda. Thanks for dropping by again.. ;)

Saludos a todas y todos ~

***************************

a continuación...

mañana!
Herr James:

when you say musik... I
think ~ poetry ~

and essence (?)
I think might be an extract

or an abstract
not sure

Saludos ~

ahhhh anna1liese.... I have been very aware of your special serenade of late...... and charmed that you would take the time to wander through my little archive and leave a pensive thought or quiet word.

very special, thank you.............. wait for me, if you can and when I have more time

oh, but when I have more time
yes, more time

Saludos ~

Miguela: de nada "Las Tetas" was actually written by another fellow I believe; Perucho Aguirre, but the Mata version is the most often heard. "El Carite" is another classic written by Mata himself and what we sing sometimes when the rum is high and the sea is rolling!

fernsy: now that's piropo my dear!

Jack: We are all at sea, even though that might not always be very apparent, even if not easily visible, there are little bits of it everywhere.

A man drowns in the desert or in a glass of water.
A man drowns in his own eyes
as his last tears betray
him

Saludos ~

Scarlett:

Desde el ferry se divisa erguidas con esplendor

son las tetas de una india que fue un poema de amor


Antes de llegar, antes de llegar a la Restinga

amigo turista voltea la cara

y veras los cerros, y veras los cerros

los cerros que forman, los cerros que forman

los cerros que forman, las tetas de Maria Guevara

No hay por qué preocuparse cuando se está en alta mar
el que mire aquellos cerros sabe qué rumbo tomar

Antes de llegar...

Simón Marfal fue el marino que en la época de ayer
tuvo el amor de esa india y legendaria mujer

Antes de llegar...

(Perucho Aguirre)

From the ferryboat you make them out ~~ rising gloriously
The breasts of an indian woman who was herself a poem of love

before you get there, before you arrive to the Restinga
traveler friend, turn your head

and you will see the hills, you will see the hills
the hills the form, the hills that form

the hills that form... the breasts of María Guevara

no need to worry if one is out on the high seas
he who looks to those hills knows what course to steer

before you get there...

(hope this helps... my off the cuff translation, Scarlett... ;)

Saludos all ~

to be continued..............
Herr James:

when you say musik... I
think ~ poetry ~

and essence (?)
I think might be an extract

or an abstract
not sure

Saludos ~

ahhhh anna1liese.... I have been very aware of your special serenade of late...... and charmed that you would take the time to wander through my little archive and leave a pensive thought or quiet word.

very special, thank you.............. wait for me, if you can and when I have more time

oh, but when I have more time
yes, more time

Saludos ~

Miguela: de nada "Las Tetas" was actually written by another fellow I believe; Perucho Aguirre, but the Mata version is the most often heard. "El Carite" is another classic written by Mata himself and what we sing sometimes when the rum is high and the sea is rolling!

fernsy: now that's piropo my dear!

Jack: We are all at sea, even though that might not always be very apparent, even if not easily visible, there are little bits of it everywhere.

A man drowns in the desert or in a glass of water.
A man drowns in his own eyes
as his last tears betray
him

Saludos ~

Scarlett:

Desde el ferry se divisa erguidas con esplendor

son las tetas de una india que fue un poema de amor


Antes de llegar, antes de llegar a la Restinga

amigo turista voltea la cara

y veras los cerros, y veras los cerros

los cerros que forman, los cerros que forman

los cerros que forman, las tetas de Maria Guevara

No hay por qué preocuparse cuando se está en alta mar
el que mire aquellos cerros sabe qué rumbo tomar

Antes de llegar...

Simón Marfal fue el marino que en la época de ayer
tuvo el amor de esa india y legendaria mujer

Antes de llegar...

(Perucho Aguirre)

From the ferryboat you make them out ~~ rising gloriously
The breasts of an indian woman who was herself a poem of love

before you get there, before you arrive to the *Restinga
traveler friend, turn your head

and you will see the hills, you will see the hills
the hills that form, the hills that form

the hills that form... the breasts of María Guevara

no need to worry if one is out on the high seas
he who looks to those hills knows what course to steer

before you get there...

(hope this helps... my off the cuff translation, Scarlett... ;)

*note: la Restinga famous lagoon between the two halves of the island (and state) of Nueva Esparta, often just called Margarita. The twin peninsulas of the island (with la Restinga in the middle) are called Macanao and Paraguachoa.

Saludos all ~

to be continued..............
scanner.......... thanks for dropping in... been a while ~

Romantic: hello... enjoy the *ache* ;) right now my joints are aching quite a bit! Once in a while I try to remind myself that it's beautiful here, but like anywhere there's also the ugliness and the business of survival, which I am working very hard at... thanks for commenting.
catch: cónchale vale 2y2, caí dormido en medio de mi comentario ayer en la noche!

el prospecto de lamear helados redondos me ha sostenido más que una vez en la vuelta!

saludos y cariño para ti catch!

kim: ...and a coin under my mast... ! ~~~~ thanks so much for stopping by and accompanying anna1liese on her journey.

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