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    The Haste is a collection of poems by mexican poet Jesus Alejandro. He is remembered in Torreon coahulia, a city lacerated by bullets and long legged girls drinking mezcal until going blind smoking weed with his hands in the sky. As they say Arturo Belano said once: violence as poetry is incorrigible.

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    The Haste is a collection of poems by mexican poet Jesus Alejandro. He is remembered in Torreon coahulia, a city lacerated by bullets and long legged girls drinking mezcal until going blind smoking weed with his hands in the sky. As they say Arturo Belano said once: violence as poetry is incorrigible.

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    The Haste

    (I wonder) What is Jess Alejandro doing Gloating over the sounds offered by the rooftops increasingly less unpolluted from Mexico City I remember him as they say in Torreon Coahulia, a city lacerated by bullets and long legged girls drinking mezcal until going blind smoking weed with his hands in the sky Behold the damned plain as they say somewhere full of sleepwalk beats e.g.: a three floor dump on Avenida Insurgentes and a rooftop The rooftop, listen carefully, is the solstice and there lies right now at the peak of his requiem Jess Alejandro But I don't write poetry anymore because as they say Arturo Belano said once: violence as poetry is incorrigible. In return sleepless at this time 4:14 a.m. I listen to The Radio Dept. and I read to Jos Gorostiza and I read about the Count and his Chants [we meet again and between the lines I see your face which slav and windy name yet remains.

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