Today we are reading about Jack Kerouac, and seeing him read on television in 1959. Our host is Comment, Critique and Criticism. Winter is upon us. I know because I have seen a man a felt hat. Straw hats are for summer. I put up the neighbors’ canning pears in wine. I picked key limes … More Jack Kerouac
I Buey que vi en mi niñez echando vaho un día bajo el nicaragüense sol de encendidos oros, en la hacienda fecunda, plena de armonía del trópico; paloma de los bosques sonoros del viento, de las hachas, de pájaros y toros salvajes, yo os saludo, pues sois la vida mía. Pesado buey, tú evocas la … More “Buey que vi en mi niñez…”
IDILIO MUERTO Qué estará haciendo esta hora mi andina y dulce Rita de junco y capulí; ahora que me asfixia Bizancio, y que dormita la sangre, como flojo cognac, dentro de mí. Dónde estarán sus manos que en actitud contrita planchaban en las tardes blancuras por venir; ahora, en esta lluvia que me quita las … More Idilio Muerto [Dead Idyll]
[A prose poem after Vallejo and Lorca.] Jeg har en søster, som jeg ikke ser for meget af, og som jeg hellere ikke snakker så meget med. Men hun kom og besøgte mig dengang vores mor døde. Hun har set her i huset den røde pude, som ligger der på sofaen. –Den er smuk, elegant, … More Puden
This is “We Spent the Fourth of July in Bed.” Check it out, it is great. I learned about Suheir Hammad from Ridwan. Axé.
It is the weekend, so we shall sing. These are the Novos Baianos on Samba da minha terra, a very old song by Dorival Caymmi. Recommended weekend reading includes two posts by Rebel Girl, on Rubén Salazar and on Labor Day. Axé.
I Do you get a huge rush when you realize, in the text you are composing, that the next paragraph will be your last? Is this moment thrilling to you because you are now about to see the work go through its penultimate metamorphosis, break free from the stone from which it has been carved, … More Tao Te Ching
I have posted this poem before, and I have said before – although I have not yet located the post – that when I was learning to speak, my father would read interesting poems aloud. I liked them a great deal. I liked the metamorphoses of words and lines. This poem made a strong impression. … More Un hombre se levanta…
Axé.
The following words and Hearn quotation are from Ashley Morris’ excellent blog. Read the whole post. Nineteenth century writer Lafcadio Hearn wrote a letter to a friend in Cincinnati about two years after he arrived in New Orleans in 1877, during a grim period in which thousands died from yellow fever. He summed up his … More Lafcadio Hearn
