There is value in his prologue to the Ayacucho edition of Vallejo. I have a photocopy of this prologue in a file that I never look at, and the Chávez government (apparently) put all the Ayacucho books online for free, but I do not trust the permanence of that. I may buy a used copy … More Enrique Ballón Aguirre
Our library actually owns a copy of this book by Guillermo de Torre, so I am recycling my xeroxed pieces of it. These sorts of items I like to keep around me, as they are mementos of my love for the field and of my innocence, in the time before I thought I must renounce … More La aventura estética de nuestra edad
It is as though we had been through a long war and it were finally over, and we had had losses but had won, were in a position to pick up our lives again. Perhaps we have been through a long war that is now over, have had losses but have won, and are in … More La fin
Quiere y no quiere su color mi pecho, por cuyas bruscas vías voy, lloro con palo, trato de ser feliz, lloro en mi mano, recuerdo, escribo y remacho una lágrima en mi pómulo. Quiere su rojo el mal, el bien su rojo enrojecido por el hacha suspensa, por el trote del ala a pie volando, … More Quiere y no quiere su color
This is the artist. This is the work. Here is an excerpt: Axé.
An elegant awning. A real neighborhood. Axé.
I have an idea for a course on Spanish literature: books that talk about the book industry. Help me make the syllabus, yes? Meanwhile, everyone should reread the Quixote, for the language. Here is a piece of it. Sucedió, pues, que yendo por una calle alzó los ojos don Quijote y vio escrito sobre una … More Don Quixote
A great and new to me Guatemalan poet. Ricosabrosodeliciosoyexquisito. It is the tenth anniversary of my move to WordPress, and I have no readers left because weblogs are passé, but we will sing. lo escupo así pelado y sin pelos en la lengua, quién dijo miedo atrás de un palo, se los dejo ir así … More Alan Mills
Today I submitted an application for the PEN/Heim Translation Prize, in 18,000 words. Pachamama, Pallas Athena, Iansan, old father, all artificers, stand me now in good stead. Axé.
It is difficult concentrate the first time through this manuscript because each poem induces such laughter. If one expects only a few truly bad lines, as is the case with most bad poetry, one may wish to skip ahead in the hope of laughing soon again. But in this collection each line is so bad … More 14 minutes
coldhearted scientist وداد 