With BorgesMonday, March 11th, 2013
All of these come from Poems of The Night. An incredible selection of Borges’ poems on darkness, nighttime and dreams.
In Mia Cuoto’s “The Last Flight of the Flamingo”Monday, January 23rd, 2012
From Juan Manual Roca -iiWednesday, January 18th, 2012
(the direct translation from Spanish would be Dead Nature -Naturaleza Muerta, which I think would be more accurate in this case)
I walk through the streets with my antelope’s bag
and my goat’s wallet
and my bull’s shoes
and I wear a red shirt tinted with achiote.
All my clothes have been washed at a secret river with a rose’s soap.
On my paper sheets an old forest rumbles,
and at times I feel like the snake of my belt is waking up.
And there are traces of chlorophyll in my teeth.
I write with charcoals from a willow.
And I wonder what part of the landscape I am.
From Juan Manuel Roca, -iWednesday, January 18th, 2012
My botched translation from Roca’s poem, Una Carta Rumbo a Gales (fragmento).
A letter on my way to Wales (fragment)
In this place, anger and rage grow simultaneously,
you do not know what it is like to live in a country
like and old animal preserved
in the most varied alcohols
you do not know what it is like to live
among yesterday’s moons, dead ones and disventures.
We Will Always Be HyenasWednesday, January 11th, 2012
From Rimbaud’s Illuminations (Pub. by W. W. Norton): Departure, Royalty & Phrases.
poverty, desires, hopesThursday, March 10th, 2011
This is the last post on Pasolini (at least by now). From Roman Poems.
poverty, sexThursday, March 10th, 2011
From PASOLINI Roman Poems. A new book by City Lights on the 30th aniversary of Pasolini’s death.
never exhaustedMonday, January 31st, 2011
From ‘In Danger, a Pasolini’s anthology’. Ninetto, to whom this poem is dedicated, was one of the 2 main character’s in Pasolini’s “The Hawks and The Sparrows”. Heart wrenching ending.
out of ‘The romantic dogs’Monday, January 31st, 2011
One of many great poems in Bolaño’s book.
Flat FixThursday, January 20th, 2011
An old flat fix place on my 1st neighborhood in Brooklyn (my 2nd time around in NY). What an installation.
shelterSaturday, January 15th, 2011
I clipped this image (by Pieter Hugo) from the nytimes but lost the link to the original article. It may sound cruel to talk merely about a visual form, when the article itself was about the working conditions on a toxic garbage dump. Nevertheless I found this structure very attractive. It reminds me of things I’ve seen in Colombia.. so bare and precarious -and yet, it seems to stubbornly resist.