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Hélpide dulce

In Greek hope, the hope that was the last entity in Pandora’s box, is elpis, ἐλπίς — from which Vallejo, as Franco reminds us, derived the name Hélpide, of an invented deity. Now, elpis, it seems, means hope or also foreboding, despair: it is an expectation of good or ill. And the kingdom of God (the linked post leads us to Luke 17:22) is within us, or among us, and Vallejo said the Word Incarnate walked among us quoting I don’t know what in the Bible, and I have to find out about that.

This piece on Hesiod and apocalyptic longing in 19th century philosophy talks about Pandora and Elpis, and may be of real value since Vallejo is so close to the 19th century.

Franco talks about Trilce XIX in her book, and Stephen Hart does in the Religion, science book and perhaps elsewhere. there’s an article talking about Valcárcel’s influence on it. And there is much more. We’re going to — not necessarily parody, but rewrite this poem.

Escampar does not just mean to stop raining, it means to wait for the weather to clear up. “Escampemos en aquella choza.” And someone has translated “a trastear” as “atinker.” “Atinker, Helpide sweet, escampas” [you wait for the rain to stop] … staying so long has worn us down.

I discovered that by using keyword searches in databases, and by making Hélpide the subject, I could get more (and different) results.

Axé.

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Sobre el modernismo

I recycled today this issue of Revista Iberoamericana because you can see it all online. It is thirty years old. When it came out I knew so many people in it, and I think it is a good issue generally, so it was hard not to keep as a memento of myself, things I read then, who I was then. Sitting on the shelf, of course, it was hard to recognize, so it is gone — but its energies remain.

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Logs of May

1 Friday, planned: a/ work on classes, b/ buy tables, c/ decide yes or no on the AP reading, d/ do not work on research.
Actual: a/ worked on classes, b/ investigated tables and decided against, c/ decided no on the AP reading, d/ opened abstract.

2 Saturday, planned: a/ work on classes, b/ cleaning, file clearing; c/ go to nursery, other home related shopping.
Saturday, actual: a/ not done, b/ some cleaning done but no file clearing;  c/ done, but must be repeated, and also made decisions on furniture, namely: priorities are lap/standing desk, new couch, and tiling the kitchen floor.
d/ found a book I owned that talks of modernism and anarchism and it explains a great deal

– I work at the dining table and on the couch, and sometimes on the floor in the back bedroom. I should just face these facts.
– The back bedroom doesn’t want to be a study but a library / media / occasional guest room. If it becomes a study it may need a different bed — let’s say a single daybed, perhaps — and the desk will face into the room, not out of it.
– All of these things may change if the garden becomes more beautiful, but in the meanwhile the reason I turn toward the house and not the outdoors to work is the view.

3 Sunday, planned: a/ work on classes, b/ exercise.
Sunday, actual: d/ lazily read in the book on modernism and anarchism, and heard of some key Lorca links from Mayhew’s blog, including this 1953 radio broadcast of Montero and this article with links that I got from his Facebook page. I have to put all of these onto my Lorca course blog.

It was a pretty day but I was sad, feeling as though my life were over. It was my niece’s birthday and of course they did not call. There are other factors. I will go on more walks, sleep more, try to do more nice things.

4 Monday
a/ I did look again at my abstract
b/ I worked on classes, mainly writing and giving a final
c/ I looked at e-mail, did some service business for a national organization
d/ I want to work out in some way and will do as soon as the final is over. And I’ll write the other final TONIGHT. And the third one TOMORROW.

Axé.

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Nouvelle chanson

I recycled two journal issues today — ones I’d kept for a reason — and it was a big thing. Now I am going to recycle three books. They’re major, I’ve always had them, so it is a wrench, but on the other hand they are tattered and raggedy now, and I have more recent, fancier editions, and you can see these texts in so many ways now. But they were great company for a long time.

The first was originally sold in Madrid and then in the United States. I bought it in São Paulo. It’s Vallejo, OC 3 (Laia), Poemas en prosa, Contra el secreto profesional, Apuntes biográficos de Georgette. The next is Ferrari’s OPC of Vallejo in Alianza Tres, with his introduction. The third is Eshleman and Barcia’s translation of the complete posthumous poetry.

Farewell, books, you served me well and there is much of me in you. We will meet again one day.

Axé.

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Vallejo y yo

I had written this paragraph and thought it was bad, and I later abandoned the paper for lack of time but also lack of hope–based in lack of support or camaraderie, perhaps.

Las fisuras en el sujeto vallejiano, la fragmentación de su corpus poético, las bifurcaciones de su tradición manuscrita, y el enigma de su personalidad son temas entrelazados en muchos estudios. Estos temas son cargados, y no sólo a causa de la pugna de figuras como Georgette o Larrea por definir tanto al autor como el texto, ni por la esperanza de que las llaves de la personalidad del poeta abran paso a una lectura más íntima y certera de la obra. Si se ha querido saber quién era Vallejo o cuál su historia, no es por creer de manera ingenua que la obra refleje al autor y su época sino porque como bien dice Stephen Hart (1998), y el poeta y su obra son enigmáticos por estar impregnados de otredad. ¿De dónde viene esta voz, a la vez tan extranjera y tan de casa? ¿Qué tienen estos textos oblicuos, tan marcados por el desplazamiento, que nos llegan “directamente al corazón”? (Vallejo 1927)

I’m a quick thinker on my feet but a slow/steady researcher and writer. My problems are all about how everyone else wants to work in interval training: push fast for half an hour, then break, then do it again; sweat and strain and suffer and say you hate it but then get a prize, go out and drink/stuff yourself with chocolate/spend. And they say you are immature and lazy if that is not how you work. I HATE PROFESSORS FOR THIS.

I don’t hate them for doing it, but for saying that is how you should do things. They have no joy and no Zen, and they live to condescend to others. I hate them. I really do.

Everything takes time. So many things I dislike doing, I would not mind or even enjoy if not asked to do them in a desperate flurry.

Axé.

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Cesítar, el occidental

I should really start using actual note-taking software–I’ve converted this blog into a notetaking site when I have another one for that, and the blogs aren’t the most useful format for actual research notes.

Nonetheless, here is an interesting article on Vallejo, that I will read. It is called Vallejo, Semicolonialism, and Poetemporality.

Axé.

 

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US Latinos writing in Spanish

This is another hip course I could give, at an advanced level, with a baby-level that would be a freshman seminar. SPANISH language writing would be the topic, we wouldn’t work on English language writing, or read a lot of Spanglish.

Algunos nombres: Elizabeth Acevedo (“The Poet X” se ha traducido al español), Gloria Anzaldúa, Herrison Chicas (Carolina del Norte, algunos poemas están en español), Juan Felipe Herrera, Martín Espada (a mí me gusta mucho el trabajo de este último).

Algunos más, todos con redes sociales que se pueden encontrar: Raquel Abend Van Dalen, Yosie Crespo, Oriette D’Angelo, Douglas Gómez Barrueta, Kelly M. Grandal, Legna Rodríguez Iglesias, Román Luján, Urayoán Noel, Carlos Pintado, Keila Vall de la Ville.

Axé.

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Freshman seminar in the Lorca lab

If I were to do a freshman seminar like that, we’d read plays we aren’t reading in other classes, and do dramatic readings. We’d learn to write abstracts, summaries, and annotated bibliographies; we’d learn how to seriously look things up in the library. I’ll have to keep working on this.

The classic play to read, in this course, would be the Casa de Bernarda Alba. We could contrast it with Da. Rosita la soltera. I’m interested in Mariana Pineda, and there are also the Zapatera prodigiosa and the Amores de D. Perimplín con Belisa en su jardín. I’m also interested in the Maleficio de la mariposa, even, and I’m very interested in the puppet theatre: Los títeres de cachiporra, the Retablillo de D. Cristóbal. And then, for odder things I also don’t teach a great deal, we could look at the Comedia sin título and El sueño de la vida. Así que pasen cinco años I am saving for my other class.

But I was thinking about this as a course about Lorca and flamenco and dance, so there is that to think about, too.

Axé.

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A course on poetry sung

The Ring of Words, the introduction and the section on Spain.

Jarchas, are there good recordings?
Cid, Libro de Buen Amor, Romancero, what recordings are there?
Songs in Lope; recordings of Góngora and Quevedo
Are there recordings of 18th/19th century uses of song in poetry?
Rosalía de Castro, décimas de todas las edades
García Lorca, La argentinita
Songs with Miguel Hernández
Civil War?
Germaine Montero
Paco Ibáñez
Víctor Jara, Lluís Llach, Joaquín Sabina, Silvio Rodríguez, more
Rock, rap

Necesito ayuda.

Axé.

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My old dissertation/book

I am not sure where to put this but it was on paper / in a dream and it seemed important at the time I wrote it because I could at least think about it clearly. It isn’t new at all.

It said: Vallejo is hard to read because there is no centered subject to guide us and no clear story to follow — he is undoing the transcendental subject and undoing representation. But at the same time he is refuting dehumanization and fomenting ethical self-awareness and engagement with others.

I had intuitions in those days, mixed with visceral reactions that had little to do with school.

Axé.

 

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