Who is really served by the earnest insistence that we continue trying to prove that what we do is work? It is a losing battle if it cannot be won in a routine, bureaucratic way, so why worry about it? The people who envy the job and the workers will continue to do so, and … More Rubén Darío
The aria’s meaning, the ears, the soul, swiftly depositing, The strange tears down the cheeks coursing, The colloquy there, the trio, each uttering, The undertone, the savage old mother incessantly crying, To the boy’s soul’s questions sullenly timing, some drown’d secret hissing, To the outsetting bard of love. Demon or bird! (said the boy’s soul,) … More Out of the cradle…
Graniza tánto, como para que yo recuerde y acreciente las perlas que he recogido del hocico mismo de cada tempestad. No se vaya a secar esta lluvia. A menos que me fuese dado caer ahora para ella, o que me enterrasen mojado en el agua que surtiera de todos los fuegos. ¿Hasta dónde me alcanzará … More Trilce LXXVII
My old school friend’s latest book is out and the work is beautiful. Axé, Dalila! I came home from the office at two in the morning and there it was, entirely shiny. Axé.
Actividad: identificar en el poema siguiente los versos, la estrofa, la rima, el ritmo, los tropos; elaborar una explicación del texto a partir de ahí. Sí, se puede usar diccionarios. No, no se permite el uso del libro de texto; el punto es haber trabajado lo suficiente con la terminología que venimos usando y poder … More Examen parcial
In a lonely cabin on the frontier, I, Clinton Rollins, attempting no literary style, pass the time by penning my memories. And as an old man my thoughts wander back: The things that happened fifty years ago … Spanish-Americans I have known — whom I have grown to … More Cardenal: With Walker in Nicaragua, I
The aria sinking, All else continuing, the stars shining, The winds blowing, the notes of the bird continuous echoing, With angry moans the fierce old mother incessantly moaning, On the sands of Paumanok’s shore gray and rustling, The yellow half-moon enlarged, sagging down, drooping, the face of the sea almost touching, The boy ecstatic, with … More Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking XII
La Selva, Salomón de. Tropical Town and Other Poems. Houston: Arte Público, 1999. 978-1558852358. $27. We have two copies of this book and I almost put it on an acquisitions list again; I seem to have fetishized it. I appear to believe that ownership of this book signals that our library is on its way … More On Commodity Fetishism
…hacia la mar, que es la muerte. The dentist has given my tooth five or six years to live. There might be decay on the root, and if there is, it is too far up on the root to get to, and if all of this is true then my tooth will meet its end … More Diente por diente
[The mockingbird completes his song:] O darkness! O in vain! O I am very sick and sorrowful O brown halo in the sky near the moon, drooping upon the sea! O troubled reflection in the sea! O throat! O throbbing heart! And I singing uselessly, uselessly all the night. O past! O happy life! O … More Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking XI
