Guam’s Got Talent

Apr 23, 2007 · 1985 views

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Remember Sparty, who lip-synched the house down with his full-bore non-drag performance of “And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going”? He’s back with a new video featuring the same song, a new look, masterful […]


  1. RcktMan says:

    And I Guam Telling You, he’s a Guamerican Idol!

  2. Thought Fausto would enjoy this poem I found:

    “Faustina, or Rock Roses” by Elizabeth Bishop

    Tended by Faustina
    yes in a crazy house

    upon a crazy bed,

    frail, of chipped enamel,

    blooming above her head

    into four vaguely roselike


    the white woman whispers to

    herself. The floorboards sag

    this way and that. The crooked

    towel-covered table

    bears a can of talcum

    and five pasteboard boxes

    of little pills

    most half-crystallized.

    The visitor sits and watches

    the dew glint on the screen

    and in it two glow-worms

    burning in a drowned green

    Meanwhile the eighty-watt bulb

    betrays us all,

    discovering the concern

    within our stupefaction;

    lighting as well on heads

    of tacks in the wallpaper,

    on a paper wall-pocket,

    violet-embossed, glistening

    with mica flakes

    It exposes the fine white hair,

    the gown with the undershirt

    showing at the neck,

    the pallid palm-leaf fan

    she holds but cannot wield,

    her white disordered sheets

    like wilted roses.

    Clutter of trophies,

    chamber of bleached flags!

    — Rags or ragged garments

    hung on the chairs and hooks

    each contributing its

    shade of white, confusing

    as undazzling.

    The visitor is embarrassed

    not by pain nor age

    nor even nakedness,

    though perhaps by its reverse.

    By and by the whisper

    says, “Faustina, Faustina…”

    “¡Vengo ,señora!”

    On bare scraping feet

    Faustina nears the bed.

    She exhibits the talcum powder,

    the pills, the cans of “cream,”

    the white bowl of farina

    requesting for herself

    a little coñac;

    complaing of, explaining,

    the terms of her employment.

    She bends above the other.

    Her sinister kind face

    presents a cruel black

    coincident conundrum

    Oh, is it

    freedom at last, a lifelong

    dream of time and silence,

    dream of protection and rest?

    Or is it the very worst,

    the unimaginable nightmare

    that never before dared last

    more than a second?

    The acuteness of the question

    forks instantly and starts

    a snake-tongue flickering;

    blurs further, blunts, softens,

    separates, falls, our problems

    becoming helplessly


    There is no way of telling.

    The eyes say only either.

    At last the visitor rises,

    awkwardly proffers her bunch

    of rust-perforated roses

    and wonders oh, whence come

    all the petals.

  3. Post this in the forums silly!

  4. This movie is fabulous! It’s GUAM-derful!

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