Se ama de pie, en las calles, entre el polvo De los salones y las plazas; muere La flor el día en que nace. Aquella virgen Trémula que antes a la muerte daba La mano pura que a ignorado mozo; El goce de temer; aquel salirse Del pecho el corazón; el inefable Placer de merecer; … More Amor de ciudad grande II
Verbal distinctions should be valued, since they stand for mental – intellectual – distinctions. Yet one feels it is somehow a pity that the word “poet” should have been split asunder. For nowadays when we speak of a poet, we think only of the utterer of such lyric, birdlike notes as “With ships the sea … More The Telling of the Tale
De gorja son y rapidez los tiempos. Corre cual luz la voz; en alta aguja, Cual nave despeñada en sirte horrenda, Húndese el rayo, y en ligera barca El hombre, como alado, el aire hiende. ¡Así el amor, sin pompa ni misterio Muere, apenas nacido, de saciado! Jaula es la villa de palomas muertas Y … More Amor de ciudad grande 1
I never wrote anything like this before, but now I have, and I do not like it much, but I liked the book, and the text exists. Gene McCormick’s Lives of Passion: Edward and Antoinette (Rockford, Illinois: RWG Press, 2013), the author’s thirteenth book, is a series of interlocking prose poems that tell, in seventeen short pieces, … More A novella in pictures: Lives of Passion
Gene McCormick’s Lives of Passion: Edward and Antoinette (Rockford, Illinois: RWG Press, 2013), the author’s thirteenth book, is a series of interlocking prose poems that tell, in seventeen short pieces, the story of an ordinary couple–mid-century figures whose lives have run together–from childhood on. The meanings of “passion” here include a strong sense of physicality … More Better?
Nowadays it is considered one should not teach literature as one teaches English writing or Spanish grammar, and it is an error. It is important to read people with a good style, not just pulp journalists, even if these are more “current.” I have been reading some really bad writing and I need to contemplate … More Francisco de Quevedo
1967-1968, at Harvard. Axé.
Si me preguntáis en dónde he estado debo decir “Sucede”. Debo de hablar del suelo que oscurecen las piedras, del río que durando se destruye: no sé sino las cosas que los pájaros pierden, el mar dejado atrás, o mi hermana llorando. Por qué tantas regiones, por qué un día se junta con un día? … More No hay olvido (Sonata)
Axé.
The true picture of the past whizzes by. Only as a picture, which flashes its final farewell in the moment of its recognizability, is the past to be held fast. “The truth will not run away from us” – this remark by Gottfried Keller denotes the exact place where historical materialism breaks through historicism’s picture of history. … More Afsnit fem
