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translations: January 2011
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Sunday, January 30, 2011. Now the ballerina dances. The dance of losing all. Everything she's owned she lets fall,. Parents and siblings, country and gardens,. Sound of her river, her roads,. Her story of home, her face. Name and childhood games. Like one who lets whatever she had. Fall from her neck, her breast, her soul. At dawn of day and solstice. Smiling she dances her perfect ruin. Her arms fling to the wind the world. That loves and hates, smiles and kills,. The land ripe for a blood harvest.
translations: Vision
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Tuesday, August 30, 2011. In desire’s deep mirror,. Or was it divine, simply life. Where I saw you watch me sleep the other night? In my alcove swelled by loneliness and fear,. You appeared at my side mute. As a giant mushroom, dead and alive,. Spawned in night’s corners. Slimy with shadowy loneliness. You bent to me, slung. Like a lake’s cup of crystal. Over desert’s slick of fire;. You bent to me, as sickness. Gives life to faultless opiates. Stony bindings of Death. You bent to me like a believer.
translations: Inherited Weight
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Monday, August 29, 2011. You said to me: my father didn’t cry;. You said to me: my grandfather didn’t cry;. The men of my people didn’t cry,. They were made from steel. Telling me this, your tear welled. Spilled to my mouth . . . more venom. I’ve never sipped from a glass. Weak woman, poor sentient woman,. I knew centuries of grief from one sip:. Oh, my soul cannot support. Tú me dijiste: no lloró mi padre;. Tú me dijiste: no lloró mi abuelo;. No han llorado los hombres de mi raza,. Where to find me.
translations: The Sea Floor
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Monday, August 29, 2011. On the sea floor. Faces a street of white coral. A great gold fish arrives. At five to greet me. Bearing a crimson spray of coral flowers. I sleep in a bed. Even bluer than sea. Through crystal an octopus clowns. Around me lies green forest. 8211; tra la . . . tra lay –. 8211; sea green and oyster shell –. Above me spiny stars. Sparkle the close of day. Yo en el fondo del mar. En el fondo del mar. Un gran pez de oro,. A las cinco,. Me viene a saludar. De flores de coral.
translations: Tale of a Soft Bear
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Tuesday, April 24, 2012. Tale of a Soft Bear. Tale of a Soft Bear. You Take a look at that lump of coal oozing, elongating and extruding through the window frame of two trees. Past the trees a clearing and it’s there the coal mulls, then morphs to the shape of a lump, a lump with paws, a lump with furry paws the dictionary calls BEAR. Historia con un oso blando. Por fin sale el sol y el oso blando alza una cara transida y pueril hacia el gongo de miel que vanamente ansía. El coaltar se pone a oler co...
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Days: 2012: September 2012
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Wednesday, September 26, 2012. Girl in the Swing. Jean-Honore Fragonard, The Swing,. How would I have written that if I lived in the age of Watteau & Fragonard? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Where to find me. Fondo los Ruiles, Pencahue, Chile. Girl in the Swing. Simple template. Template images by gaffera.
poems: Coming Home
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Thursday, August 15, 2013. I mistake my kitten for a demon. Breathing sparks and trailing fire. He grew wilder. While I was gone. When I crouch low. Outside the front screen door, he raises his paws. Mewing like a child lost, now found. Back when I was eighteen, stranded. Without my car, the aged Pontiac I lived in. That summer between high school and college,. I saved my tips to buy. A Ducati —. All I could afford. Freshmen couldn’t have cars. At this women’s school, but no one thought. My mother aiming...
Days: 2012: October 2012
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Friday, October 5, 2012. Were You My Sister? After cyst removal surgery. She felt the spasms, watched the dark. Mass slither down the bowl. She was not surprised, she. Knew she would lose you, fourth. Child — Esperanza de Felicidad. She would go on. To bear a fifth, a second boy, despite. But no, no second abortion —. Remembering the bleeding after the first. So nearly killed her and would have. Negated three more of us —. She disregarded their male. Pleadings, taught John and me to read. You, my sister.
Way: Bhanu Kapil
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Saturday, November 30, 2013. Pratt Institute Writers' Forum. 3 A Healing Narrative. Fragments attract each other, a swarm of iron filings, black with golden flecks but without a soul. I stroke them with my finger so they scatter then relax. In the involuntary response to being touched. Against the tree, a woman is pinned, upright and strung with lights or gunpowder flares and nodes. Who stuck her there? Can you smell her burning fur? One day per room. It's raining. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
Days: 2011-2012: Playing the Dozens
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Sunday, December 18, 2011. Towns that look like pebbles or flushed quail. 8211; Jorge Teillier. Parrots that shriek like tickled babies or goosed nuns. Horses that pair head to tail like boxed shoes or mannikin feet. Beetles that twine in long hair like rope climbers or plastic beads. Blond skinks that speckle black like bananas or sand. Foxes that scale and rifle garbage bins like urchins or druggies. Ducks that dive like high school grades or barnstormers at town fairs. December 19, 2011 at 10:21 AM.
Days: 2012: Winter
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Wednesday, June 20, 2012. In slow, careful. I ask Pablo, "Can you make me two wooden boxes, 60 cm wide by 50 cm deep by 30 cm high, with top & bottom (. I stop to think. Algorrobo. Is the hardwood the builders used for our window and door frames. Pine is cheaper, algorrobo. Is more expensive," he says. His workshop is outdoors, a sea of wood and sawdust, partial & completed rustic-style furniture, two dogs. The table saw has a meter-long vertical blade. Morning or afternoon," I ask, knowing he will say a...
Days: 2012: Fondo los Ruiles, Pencahue, Chile
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Friday, February 24, 2012. Fondo los Ruiles, Pencahue, Chile. Mike and I spent much of February 18th-19th at Fondo los Ruiles, an 1,100 acre farm recently purchased by Simon Black. Entry to Simon's farm. The property is a working farm that produces and markets crops of blueberry, plum, tomato, and wine grapes. Simon plans to sell lots — 36 in total, that includes one for him — and hoping to create an amicable community of freedom-loving people. Mike walks up the road next to the plum orchard. I suppose S...
poems: After Watching Another Video of the Tsunami
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Thursday, August 15, 2013. After Watching Another Video of the Tsunami. Half a city flooded on top of the other,. Houses broken apart, whoever. Was inside them gone, whether. Or not anyone reported them missing. Gone because the houses are downriver. Once these were homes. Many who lived in these homes. Don’t care, they’re dead. After Fukushima. Who remembers how many died —. Many more, we suspect, will die. Why not watch, again and again. The wave when it arrived, how it damaged. 8212; 13 August 2013.
poems: Mrs. X
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Wednesday, July 31, 2013. The woman pulls her wealth behind her. In a wheeled cart. If she’s my mother. It’s because between our last visit. The day my family told me she died —. Alone in her sleep — she escaped,. Queened herself onto a plane. To San Francisco, a bus to Santa Cruz,. Her white blouse tucked into frayed slacks,. Permanent curls though she’s transient —. She’s taller now, seems thinner. But bustier, if foundered swells signify —. Cratered-moon face, moth-wing hands,. 8212; 9 September 2013.
Days: 2011-2012: The Dawn of Summer
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Saturday, December 17, 2011. The Dawn of Summer. These days of half sun,. Half cloud at the dawn of summer. When cool drops fall from a blue sky,. The violent spring winds. At last have died. Sheets hang motionless,. At noon pillowcases merely sway. This Saturday, two more left in December,. Running out of things to say. Aware of a noise. Above the vigorous digging of its hole,. Climbs to the top, listens,. Climbs higher and sees me. Northern peaks are lost in fog,. Southerns gray and black.
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This blog is about my path of discovery through creativity all because of a goose. Friday, June 4, 2010. Although life is a wonderful path of discovery I am taking the blog to Raising Lucy. My blog about connecting with people and animals. I think the reason I didn't add a thing to either in so long is that I never quite knew where info should go. Simplifying and down-sizing - perfect for these times and symbolic of what I am doing in my life. I thank you and hope you will follow me at Raising Lucy.
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Tuesday, April 24, 2012. Tale of a Soft Bear. Tale of a Soft Bear. You Take a look at that lump of coal oozing, elongating and extruding through the window frame of two trees. Past the trees a clearing and it’s there the coal mulls, then morphs to the shape of a lump, a lump with paws, a lump with furry paws the dictionary calls BEAR. Historia con un oso blando. Por fin sale el sol y el oso blando alza una cara transida y pueril hacia el gongo de miel que vanamente ansía. El coaltar se pone a oler co...
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Improvisation with daffodils 30x40. I design paths in a painting. As a gardener should. If I do it well. You will take the eye path again and again. Past the red, over the green. Field and along the gray line. Maybe you’ll sit down and think. About a fence with hollyhocks. That your grandmother grew as tall. As she was, with magenta throats. And you’ll walk across the grass. Path and smell the lilacs. Studio at Libertytown Arts Workshop. 916 Fredericksburg, VA 22401.
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Monday, April 6, 2015. April 1 - sunshine. The sun is shinning. And flowers are springing up from the earth. The bright pink petals on the flowers make me sunshiny. April 2 - natural. It is Spring Break! Audrey and I took the kids to Tree House Museum in Ogden. Creative spaces spark imagination where little minds play and explore. Emmy is naturally. Drawn to the red barn where a cow is ready for milking! She was not given any prompts how to do it. What is more natural. April 3 - in my home. April 5 - blue.
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Domingo, 29 de junio de 2008. SANTIAGUINOS NO SE PREOCUPAN POR MALA CALIDAD DE AIRE. Hoy se decretó preemergencia ambiental. No pueden circular vehículos catalíticos que terminen en 3 y 4 y vehículos no catalíticos finalizados en. Se ha doblado el número de Carabineros en puntos neurálgicos como en Plaza Italia. EL FUTURO AMBIENTAL EN MANOS DE NIÑOS. Hoy finaliza la feria de educación ambiental econiño. Esta muestra tiene como objetivo educar a las familias, comenzando por los niños. Se ha doblado el núm...
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