perfecion

"But on the other hand we feel strong enough to beat those teams again. That's our aim. We just want to win every game and at least go unbeaten."
-dennis berkgamp, holland soccer team captain and Arsenal star

i love that, "and at least go unbeaten". well Arsenal went the entire 38-game season unbeaten and Berkamp thinks a flawless record is, at the very least, attainable. I love how anything less than perfection would be 'bleh'. this quote really amounts to the pervasive perfectionist zeal i fall victim to more often than not.

100 years ago from this moment, neruda was a baby pooping and not winning nobel prizes and breasts for him were the main food source and not 'curves of moon'. lets all stop for a second and digs our hands into a deep ' blue Cuban night' and kiss a docile breast or two in honor of the wonderful poet, Pablo Neruda.


Fable of the Mermaid and the Drunks
From: ‘Estravagario’



All those men were there inside,
when she came in totally naked.

They had been drinking: they began to spit.

Newly come from the river, she knew nothing.

She was a mermaid who had lost her way.

The insults flowed down her gleaming flesh.

Obscenities drowned her golden breasts.

Not knowing tears, she did not weep tears.

Not knowing clothes, she did not have clothes.

They blackened her with burnt corks and cigarette stubs,

and rolled around laughing on the tavern floor.

She did not speak because she had no speech.

Her eyes were the colour of distant love,

her twin arms were made of white topaz.

Her lips moved, silent, in a coral light,

and suddenly she went out by that door.

Entering the river she was cleaned,

shining like a white stone in the rain,

and without looking back she swam again

swam towards emptiness, swam towards death.


-pablo neruda