Who is speaking? Sense and self in Vallejo César Vallejo is considered one of the most important Latin American writers of the twentieth century. Yet with the complexity of his texts, his doubled, branching voices, and the controversies over his editions and manuscript traditions, he became both myth and interpretive battleground before most of his … More ACLA possibility
So: for that ALFS article, for which I have so much material and so much writing, but not a clear enough shape, I have these thoughts: 1. We have this situation: Les valeurs d’émancipation et d’égalité n’animent plus le système universitaire, qui est devenu un système de tri de la population. Durant mon enfance, l’éducation … More Not of general interest
Estos, Fabio, ¡ay dolor!, que ves ahora campos de soledad, mustio collado, fueron un tiempo Itálica famosa. Aquí de Cipión la vencedora colonia fue; por tierra derribado yace el temido honor de la espantosa muralla, y lastimosa reliquia es solamente de su invencible gente. Sólo quedan memorias funerales donde erraron ya sombras de alto ejemplo … More Estos, Fabio
While I was driving I thought of various poems I would have written when I stopped, except that I never got to stop early enough because of road construction and traffic. They were in a certain style and now the New Yorker has published one like them. I do not generally like the poems the … More Un poème
Here, reading: Jesús Sepúlveda. Chile. Festival Internacional de Poesía. Medellín. Axé.
We have three translations of Moro coming out in Asymptote in January, 2018. I wonder how actually good this may be. They are: – Oh fury the dawn emerges from your lips – The scandalous life of César Moro – Various lions lick the rugose surface of the equestrian turtle at twilight Axé.
I wish I could remember the name of the main manager of the bookstore, he was old and expansive and would sit in the office smoking cigars and doing paperwork, perhaps even reading manuscripts now that I think of it. Then there was the under-manager, M. Paul, a neoliberal type. Every morning after Giscard was … More Working at Librairie Gallimard
I discovered a blog with really good writing and then realized it is, in addition, from New Orleans. I am serious that this person can write and is more interesting than many writers who are packaged and famous. Axé.
Here is a bad poem or at least, one I dislike. I read it while reading an interesting book review that shows precisely why everyone is fatigued with the Democratic Party, in the same magazine with a yet more interesting book review on Hitler, characterized as a warning from history. This was the title of … More Bad poetry
I. CLIO “let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth” The past’s fantasia cannot hold or let us go. Flycatcher catching itself in the pool’s glint gaze, Samarkand where Tamerlane hewed his bloody thread, unspooling across the hacked-to-pieces field, a triple axle splitting Clio’s cataract, muddy then clear, the opal of a rain-sheened … More The muse of history
coldhearted scientist وداد 