Not allthose who wanderare lost

Among telephone listenings, and hidden cameras,
on a terrace in Germany, and infiltrators
(as waiters, at noon and at three,
and at nine o’clock and at six,
as a delivery man,
and as customers of every creed, also:
two lesbians, a Bateman and a mystical marriage).
“Wait for me to give you the order,” in a racecourse,
and infiltrators:
white slave traffic in the next table.
I pretend to be betting,
among topics of conversation of poor quality:
these are concerns that you do not take to a desert island.
And they serve us a couple of Martinis (the man at noon),
and a couple of misfortunes (the televisión),
and mixed messages: Interpol’s background noise.
“Not yet!,” I ordered them,
and floods in Australia and droughts,
and indebted states,
and the resurgence of the Fascists,
and “Not yet!”
And while At last !, It was time !, they play the cards
(passports, lives: girls in exchange for euros) those of the next table,
the Stock Market is red or green,
earthquakes, typhoons, tsunamis,
and black men losing a war,
and I’m still working on this for the rest of the afternoon,
although disasters queuing to eliminate us,
all of these are coming to my Now!
And while the world falls apart,
tell me what the hell I do,
forced voyeur,
on a day like this,
speaking of horses in Möenchengladbach.

 

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Post image in an adaptation of an image by Wellcome Images via Flickr

About the Author:

Portrait - HidalgoTS Hidalgo holds a BBA (Universidad Autónoma de Madrid), a MBA (IE Business School), a Master in Creative Writing (Hotel Kafka) and a Certificate in Management and the Arts (New York University). His works have been published in magazines like Otoliths, By&By, Revista Almiar, Poems-For-All, Clementine, The Unrorean, Alien Mouth, Haggard and Halloo, Trascendent Zero, Crack the Spine, The Bitchin´ Kitsch, Rat´s Ass, The Commonline Journal, Epigraph, Botsotso, streetcake Magazine, Ascent Aspirations, The Wolfian, Lana Turner, The Creativity Webzine, Ohio Edit, FictionWeek Literary Review, Autumn Sky Poetry, Uppagus, CalibanOnline, DenimSkin, Litro Magazine, damfino, The Corner Club Press, Big Bridge, Poetry Super Highway, The Bombay Review, The Light Ekphrastic, Taj Mahal Review and Pif Magazine, and he has been the winner of prizes like Criaturas feroces (Editorial Destino) in short story and a finalist at Festival Eñe in novel. He has developed his career in finance and stock-market.   

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

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I hold a doctorate in English from Duke University and recently joined the Marquette University English faculty as an Assistant Professor. I love teaching African fiction and contemporary British novels. Brittle Paper is the virtual space/station where I play and experiment with ideas on how to reinvent African fiction and literary culture.

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