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Friday, November 29th, 2013

🦋 Enseñame a bailar

Here is a poem of Bolaño's from Pájaro de calor. (It is quoted in Hiram Barrios' fabulous essay on the infra poets, Visitando al infrarrealismo.)

Teach me to dance
by Roberto Bolaño/ tr. Jeremy Osner

to draw my fingers through the cottoncandy clouds
to stretch out my legs tangled up in your legs...

(translation redacted, write me if you'd like to see it)

posted evening of November 29th, 2013: 1 response
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Sunday, November 24th, 2013

🦋 ¿Quiénes son los «verdaderos» Detectives Salvajes?

Once son ellos, once, ferozmente poetas:
Hernán, Roberto y Montané, chilenos;
el ecuatoriano Nieto Cadena;
de la patria de Sandino: Beltrán Morales;
el peruano Enrique Verástegui,
el también peruano Jorge Pimente;
Luis Suardíaz, del primer teerritorio
libre en América: Cuba, cubanamente;
más tres meshicas que son, qué remedio,
Orlando Guillén, ¡impresente!,
Mario en el camino de Santiago
y Julián Gómez... once son, pues,
y, ¿se fijaron?, ni una sola hembrita,
con tan buenas, guapamente sabrosas que son
y que escriben como Afroditas que surgieran
no de un pantanoso taller literario
sino de un bárbaro océano de pantalones de mezclilla.

--Efraín Huerta

It's eleven, eleven, ferociously poets:
Hernán, Roberto and Montané from Chile;
Ecuadorian Nieto Cadena;
from the land of Sandino, Beltrán Morales;
Peruvian Enrique Verástegui,
and Peruvian too, Jorge Pimente;
Luis Suardíaz, from the first-ever free
territory of the Americas: Cuba, Cubanly;
and there's three Meshicas, what else can I say,
Orlando Guillén, absent!,
Mario on the road to Santiago,
and Julián Gómez... so they're eleven,
and notice? Not a single chick,
for all the lovely, sweet things out there
that write like Aphrodites sprung
not from some fetid literary workshop
but from a savage ocean of blue jeans.

posted afternoon of November 24th, 2013: Respond
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Saturday, November 16th, 2013

🦋 In the spirit of W.H. Mearns

The other day upon the stair
I met a boy who didn't care.
Again today he didn't care.
And by the way, his name's Pierre.

posted evening of November 16th, 2013: Respond
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Friday, November 15th, 2013

🦋 Sueños

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Thursday, November 14th, 2013

unresponsive like this inky page before you
like your heavy-lidded gaze
framing the text.
unresponsive
like the blankness of the page that I approach,
like ash to the flame.
insensate reality.
luxurious islands
of syntax and semantics
floating on the page beneath you
gaze out
upon this scintillating jungle
of sensibility

posted evening of November 14th, 2013: 2 responses
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Monday, November 11th, 2013

🦋 Muse

Jeremy Osner

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Thursday, October 31st, 2013

🦋 trazando las huellas de Pessoa...

by Jeremy Osner

This gap between myself and me
What is it then?
This existential synapse of identity-
What can I do
To bridge it or to broaden it, uncaring?
To deepen my sense of dissociation from self
Estrangement, alienation, dislocation, discomfort, disquiet-
Like a varicolored skein i unravel.

posted evening of October 31st, 2013: 1 response

🦋 Otra vez: caminante...

El camino abajo

por Jeremy Osner

Seguí el camino a través del campo.
No más
estaba adentro-
tócame melodia mientras camino la senda abajo:
tócame melodía
mientras detrás de mí dejo rastro.
Se hace camino al andar-
pero se necesita también
persón silencioso,
alguien al lado del camino
que mira mientras uno se aleja.

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Saturday, October 26th, 2013

🦋 siguiendo el camino de Cuadras...

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Thursday, October 24th, 2013

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