M, the work in question is a love song i have written for s mulholland to be performed by c bickley for our fifth anniversary. when we went to record this afternoon, he asked what words i had from our last trip to mexico that we might use to layer the background. so, i went back to the dates and found something i wrote to you, which has found it's way into the recording/video (cheers):
mister mojave,
in the backwoods of quintana roo,
where the jaguar
and howlers sing lullabies
to the foot moons
and venus,
they make a margarita
that transcends poetry.
please do not hold me
to the exactness
of the recipe.
as you might imagine,
the research was mind bending.
as best as i can recall
which usually is not so well
you take two fresh squeezed limes
ten perfectly square euclid approved ice cubes
a steely silver tequila
a splash of controy
and shake sexually
until the ice harmonizes with the wind
filter into a generous crystal
"i know, you know this much already"
now
pay close attention
inside your half jurassic salt rimmed glass
take out your eye dropper of joyas oaxaquenas
and press two precious drops of pre cortez history
into your afternoon
SWAK
C
