Est-ce que vous m’appelez “hispanique”? This is Mixtec and then Zapotec territory. We crossed the border at Matamoros on the night of 26 May and we are now very far south. I am on the way to my stela but I must first traverse that Guatemalan land. “To be Native is to have a universe … More Zapotec Nation
We have recited this poem before. Rosa divina que en gentil cultura eres, con tu fragrante sutileza, magisterio purpúreo en la belleza, enseñanza nevada a la hermosura; amago de la humana arquitectura, ejemplo de la vana gentileza, en cuyo sér unió naturaleza la cuna alegre y triste sepultura: ¡cuán altiva en tu pompa, presumida, soberbia, … More Rosa divina
Today, in New York City, the US is torturing a Muslim detainee with no prior criminal record who has not even gone to trial. Too long a sacrifice Can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice? Easter was April 4 this year. The Orthodox Easter coincided with ours. Passover does not … More Easter, 2010
Theatrical distances, bronze shadows heaped On high horizons, mountainous atmospheres Of sky and sea. It was her voice that made The sky acutest at its vanishing. She measured to the hour its solitude. She was the single artificer of the world In which she sang. And when she sang, the sea, Whatever self it had, … More Ramón Fernández
Here, in an illustration made about 1400 CE, Gawain beheads the Green Knight, who survives this. Sir Gawain and the Green Knight was written by the Pearl Poet, and Sir Gawain’s horse is called Gringalet. The story begins at King Arthur’s court, but there is a kind of preface setting it into the context of … More Gawain and the Green Knight
Convulsive beauty/desire unbound. Axé.
We voted, and now we have a furor. I would like to write a parody based upon what follows, but I have no time. Thus does my parody remain “unattempted in prose or rhyme.” Yet it is the weekend, and so we must sing. 1 Le donne, i cavallier, l’arme, gli amori, le cortesie, l’audaci … More Il Furore
If an expatriate is, as I believe, someone who never forgets for an instant being one, then, no. But, if knowing that you always tote your country around with you, your roots, a lump like a soul that will never leave you stranded in alien subsets of yourself, or your wild entire; that being elsewhere … More Reading for Pleasure Wednesday: Dorothea Tanning
El día toca a su fin. De la cumbre de un enorme risco baja el rebaño pastor garrido, que con pesadumbre toca en su quena un yaraví de antaño. El sol que lento cae, con su lumbre dá un tinte de misterio y de tristeza á un campo de solemne soledumbre. La aura pasa suave. … More Reading for Pleasure Wednesday: Soneto
The Smallest It is in front of the tree. The houses around the windows are lit by it, it turns off and goes upon knees and wherever the bone is almost next to the skin. It has been defamed. It will become undernourished. It is not without end. It is not. It is not what … More Reading for Pleasure Wednesday: James Schuyler
coldhearted scientist وداد 