Casida de las palomas oscuras [Click to listen] A Claudio Guillén Por las ramas del laurel van dos palomas oscuras. La una era el sol, la otra la luna. “Vecinitas”, les dije, “¿dónde está mi sepultura?” “En mi cola”, dijo el sol. “En mi garganta”, dijo la luna. Y yo que estaba caminando con la … More En la voz de Rafael Alberti
The soundtrack on this video is by the amazing flamenco singer Estrella Morente, and you really should listen to it. My cat was or is, no sabemos, Federico, after FGL and specifically, Libro de poemas. We will be reading most of this book on this blog in the coming weeks. Axé.
Whiteman: If you are serious about in your field, your favorite course to teach will be the 101 course in it. Z: What? I would say the exact opposite: especially if you are serious about it, you will not enjoy watching it slaughtered by barbarian hordes! Whiteman: That means you are serious about your career, … More Academic Monday: Criticize This Sentence, #1
It’s a Turkish children’s song, now resung to a techno beat. It is funny. I need more lullabies for my the spirit of my departed cat — ideally Arabic or Turkish, but perhaps Indian also. Axé.
It is one thing to say that universities have problems. It is another to argue, as Taylor is effectively arguing, that the universities are the problem—that the system that allegedly began with Kant (in fact it began much earlier) has reached the end of its intellectual and social usefulness, and needs to be swept away … More David A. Bell
Axé.
–Compadre, quiero cambiar mi caballo por su casa, mi montura por su espejo, mi cuchillo por su manta. Compadre, vengo sangrando, desde los puertos de Cabra. –Si yo pudiera, mocito, este trato se cerraba. Pero yo ya no soy yo, ni mi casa es ya mi casa. –Compadre, quiero morir decentemente en mi cama. De … More Sombra de mi bien esquivo
Axé.
And another version. Axé.
Las arañas iban por los laureles. La casualidad se va tornando en nieve, y los años dormidos ya se atreven a clavar los telares del siempre. La Quietud hecha esfinge se ríe de la Muerte que canta melancólica en un grupo de lejanos cipreses. La yedra de las gotas tapiza las paredes empapadas de arcaicos … More Patio húmedo
coldhearted scientist وداد 