LARKIN

Les dejo este poema de Philp Larkin, es muy fuerte.
Así decía un amigo: Lo peor, es que lo hicieron lo mejor que pudieron.
Lo van a entender una vez que lean el poema.


Philip Larkin - This Be The Verse

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

DESEO DE VENGANZA

Chequense esta otra de Don Oliverio.
Es muy buena...


Que los ruidos te perforen los dientes...

Que los ruidos te perforen los dientes,
como una lima de dentista,
y la memoria se te llene de herrumbre,
de olores descompuestos y de palabras rotas.
Que te crezca, en cada uno de los poros,
una pata de araña;
que sólo puedas alimentarte de barajas usadas
y que el sueño te reduzca, como una aplanadora,
al espesor de tu retrato.
Que al salir a la calle,
hasta los faroles te corran a patadas;
que un fanatismo irresistible te obligue a prosternarte
ante los tachos de basura
y que todos los habitantes de la ciudad
te confundan con un madero.
Que cuando quieras decir: "Mi amor",
digas: "Pescado frito";
que tus manos intenten estrangularte a cada rato,
y que en vez de tirar el cigarrillo,
seas tú el que te arrojes en las salivaderas.
Que tu mujer te engañe hasta con los buzones;
que al acostarse junto a ti,
se metamorfosee en sanguijuela,
y que después de parir un cuervo,
alumbre una llave inglesa.
Que tu familia se divierta en deformarte el esqueleto,
para que los espejos, al mirarte,
se suiciden de repugnancia;
que tu único entretenimiento consista en instalarte
en la sala de espera de los dentistas,
disfrazado de cocodrilo,
y que te enamores, tan locamente,
de una caja de hierro,
que no puedas dejar, ni por un solo instante,
de lamerle la cerradura.

OLIVERIO GIRONDO

El puro no
Les dejo aqui este gran poema de Don Oliverio Girondo.
Y que funja como homenaje al Noa Noa de Juan Ga.

Buen día.

El puro no.


El no
el no inóvulo
el no nonato
el noo
el no poslodocosmos de impuros ceros noes que noan noan noan
y nooan
y plurimono noan al morbo amorfo noo
no démono
no deo
sin son sin sexo ni órbita
el yerto inóseo noo en unisolo amódulo
sin poros ya sin nódulo
ni yo ni fosa ni hoyo
el macro no ni polvo
el no más nada todo
el puro no
sin no


Trivia: En qué película mencionan una poesía de O. Girondo?

BENEDETTI

Para los que no se enteraron, murió Mario Benedetti. Novelista y poeta uruguayo.
En mi adolescencia me dió un tiempo por leerlo, me gustaba mucho. "La tregua" y " La borra del café" son dos buenos para los que estén interesados.

Pues le mandamos a Don Mario nuestro pequeño homenaje desde DB a donde quiera que esté.

Táctica y estrategia

Mi táctica es
mirarte
aprender como sos
quererte como sos.

Mi táctica es
hablarte
y escucharte
construir con palabras
un puente indestructible.

Mi táctica es
quedarme en tu recuerdo
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
pero quedarme en vos.

Mi táctica es
ser franco
y saber que sos franca
y que no nos vendamos
simulacros
para que entre los dos

no haya telón
ni abismos.

Mi estrategia es
en cambio
más profunda y más
simple.

Mi estrategia es
que un día cualquiera
no sé cómo ni sé
con qué pretexto
por fin me necesites.

THE ART OF LOSING

Claro, cómo olvidarlo, gracias Rosk.
Este poema es una joya total. Rosk, ¿hay algún otro de Bishop que valga la pena?
Disfrútenlo.


One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.


--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

T.S. ELLIOT

Bueno, por fin viernes. Semana larga, no?
Ya que estamos con la poesía, les dejo uno de mis favoritos en inglés: "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock".
Es una chingonería.
Les dejo además del poema completo, en el link, algunas referencias. Y aqui el wiki, ya que es un poema que vale la pena analizar con calma.


Thomas Stearns Eliot (1888-1965)
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock


1Let us go then, you and I,
2When the evening is spread out against the sky
3Like a patient etherized upon a table;
4Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
5The muttering retreats
6Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
7And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
8Streets that follow like a tedious argument
9Of insidious intent
10To lead you to an overwhelming question ...
11Oh, do not ask, "What is it?"

12Let us go and make our visit.
13In the room the women come and go
14Talking of Michelangelo.

15The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
16The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
17Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
18Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
19Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
20Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
21And seeing that it was a soft October night,
22Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.

23And indeed there will be time
24For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
25Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
26There will be time, there will be time
27To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet;
28There will be time to murder and create,
29And time for all the works and days of hands
30That lift and drop a question on your plate;
31Time for you and time for me,
32And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
33And for a hundred visions and revisions,
34Before the taking of a toast and tea.

35In the room the women come and go
36Talking of Michelangelo.

37And indeed there will be time
38To wonder, "Do I dare?" and, "Do I dare?"
39Time to turn back and descend the stair,
40With a bald spot in the middle of my hair --
41(They will say: 'How his hair is growing thin!")
42My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
43My necktie rich and modest, but asserted by a simple pin --
44(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!")
45Do I dare
46Disturb the universe?
47In a minute there is time
48For decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse.

49For I have known them all already, known them all:
50Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
51I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
52I know the voices dying with a dying fall
53Beneath the music from a farther room.
54 So how should I presume?

55And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
56The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
57And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
58When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
59Then how should I begin
60To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
61 And how should I presume?

62And I have known the arms already, known them all--
63Arms that are braceleted and white and bare
64(But in the lamplight, downed with light brown hair!)
65Is it perfume from a dress
66That makes me so digress?
67Arms that lie along a table, or wrap about a shawl.
68 And should I then presume?
69 And how should I begin?

70Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
71And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
72Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of windows? ...

73I should have been a pair of ragged claws
74Scuttling across the floors of silent seas.

* * * *

75And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
76Smoothed by long fingers,
77Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
78Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
79Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
80Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
81But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
82Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
83I am no prophet -- and here's no great matter;
84I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
85And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
86And in short, I was afraid.

87And would it have been worth it, after all,
88After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
89Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
90Would it have been worth while,
91To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
92To have squeezed the universe into a ball
93To roll it towards some overwhelming question,
94To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
95Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all" --
96If one, settling a pillow by her head
97 Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
98 That is not it, at all."

99And would it have been worth it, after all,
100Would it have been worth while,
101After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
102After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor --
103And this, and so much more?--
104It is impossible to say just what I mean!
105But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
106Would it have been worth while
107If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
108And turning toward the window, should say:
109 "That is not it at all,
110 That is not what I meant, at all."

111No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
112Am an attendant lord, one that will do
113To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
114Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
115Deferential, glad to be of use,
116Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
117Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
118At times, indeed, almost ridiculous--
119Almost, at times, the Fool.

120I grow old ... I grow old ...
121I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.

122Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
123I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
124I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.

125I do not think that they will sing to me.

126I have seen them riding seaward on the waves
127Combing the white hair of the waves blown back
128When the wind blows the water white and black.
129We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
130By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
131Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

LOVE IS A PLACE

love is a place (58)



love is a place
& through this place of
love move
(with brightness of peace)
all places

yes is a world
& in this world of
yes live
(skilfully curled)
all worlds



e e cummings

por cierto, cummings es uno de los poetas más chingones de ésta tierra. Para el que no lo conozca échele un ojo.

POESIA

“ If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can warm me, I know that it is poetry. If i feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that it is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?
— Emily Dickinson

Un buen amigo definía sólo algunas películas como "una patada en los huevos"(en sentido positivo, de mind blowing). Creo que esto es lo que dice Emily Dickinson de la poesía.

30 LIBROS PARA ANTES DE LOS 30

Ahí les va. Un compilado que hizo no se quién de los 30 libros que todos deberíamos leer antes de los 30.
Ya hice mi lista y voy muy mal, llevo apenas 15. Maldito cablevisión, de nuevo. Para los que les interesa son (1,4,9,14,15,16,18,19,20,21,22,24,25,28,30). De los cuales, si bien me parecen importantes y trascendentes, no deseo su lectura ni a mi peor enemigo. Por ejemplo: La república, El arte de la guerra, El príncipe. Los demás hay unos buenísimos, por ejemplo Crimen y Castigo, o la naranja mecánica (esa si no la leen en inglés mejor ni la lean, y compren el que trae el diccionario en la parte trasera). 100 años de soledad increible, David Copperfield buenísimo, Lolita sensacional. El gran gatsby...la verdad no me gustó tanto, pero hay que leerlo (creo????). Ah, y T.S. Eliot es enorme. (también en idioma original). Cómo se llama ese de "Let us go then, you and I..."


1. Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse – A powerful story about the importance of life experiences as they relate to approaching an understanding of reality and attaining enlightenment.
2. 1984 by George Orwell – 1984 still holds chief significance nearly 60 years after it was written in 1949. It is widely acclaimed for its haunting vision of an all-knowing government which uses pervasive, 24/7 surveillance tactics to manipulate all citizens of the populace.
3. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee – The story surveys the controversial issues of race and economic class in the 1930’s Deep South via a court case of a black man charged with the rape and abuse of a young white girl. It’s a moving tale that delivers a profound message about fighting for justice and against prejudice.
4. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess – A nightmarish vision of insane youth culture that depicts heart wrenching insight into the life of a disturbed adolescent. This novel will blow you away… leaving you breathless, livid, thrilled, and concerned.
5. For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway – A short, powerful contemplation on death, ideology and the incredible brutality of war.
6. War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy – This masterpiece is so enormous even Tolstoy said it couldn’t be described as a standard novel. The storyline takes place in Russian society during the Napoleonic Era, following the characters of Andrei, Pierre and Natasha… and the tragic and unanticipated way in which their lives interconnect.
7. The Rights of Man by Tom Paine – Written during the era of the French Revolution, this book was one of the first to introduce the concept of human rights from the standpoint of democracy.
8. The Social Contract by Jean-Jacques Rousseau – A famous quote from the book states that “Man is born free, and everywhere he is in chains.” This accurately summarizes the book’s prime position on the importance of individual human rights within society.
9. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez – This novel does not have a plot in the conventional sense, but instead uses various narratives to portray a clear message about the general importance of remembering our cultural history.
10. The Origin of Species by Charles Darwin – Few books have had as significant an impact on the way society views the natural world and the genesis of humankind.
11. The Wisdom of the Desert by Thomas Merton – A collection of thoughts, meditations and reflections that give insight into what life is like to live simply and purely, dedicated to a greater power than ourselves.
12. The Tipping Point by Malcolm Gladwell – Gladwell looks at how a small idea, or product concept, can spread like a virus and spark global sociological changes. Specifically, he analyzes “the levels at which the momentum for change becomes unstoppable.”
13. The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Graham – Arguably one of the best children’s books ever written; this short novel will help you appreciate the simple pleasures in life. It’s most notable for its playful mixture of mysticism, adventure, morality, and camaraderie.
14. The Art of War by Sun Tzu – One of the oldest books on military strategy in the world. It’s easily the most successful written work on the mechanics of general strategy and business tactics.
15. The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien – One of the greatest fictional stories ever told, and by far one of the most popular and influential written works in 20th-century literature. Once you pick up the first book, you’ll read them all.
16. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens – This is a tale that lingers on the topic of attaining and maintaining a disciplined heart as it relates to one’s emotional and moral life. Dickens states that we must learn to go against “the first mistaken impulse of the undisciplined heart.”
17. Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot – Probably the wisest poetic prose of modern times. It was written during World War II, and is still entirely relevant today… here’s an excerpt: “The dove descending breaks the air/With flame of incandescent terror/Of which the tongues declare/The only discharge from sin and error/The only hope, or the despair/Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre–/To be redeemed from fire by fire./Who then devised this torment?/Love/Love is the unfamiliar Name/Behind the hands that wave/The intolerable shirt of flame/Which human power cannot remove./We only live, only suspire/Consumed by either fire or fire.”
18. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller – This book coined the self-titled term “catch-22” that is widely used in modern-day dialogue. As for the story, its message is clear: What’s commonly held to be good, may be bad… what is sensible, is nonsense. Its one of the greatest literary works of the 20th century. Read it.
19. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald – Set in the Jazz Age of the roaring 20’s, this book unravels a cautionary tale of the American dream. Specifically, the reader learns that a few good friends are far more important that a zillion acquaintances, and the drive created from the desire to have something is more valuable than actually having it.
20. The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger – This novel firmly stands as an icon for accurately representing the ups and downs of teen angst, defiance and rebellion. If nothing else, it serves as a reminder of the unpredictable teenage mindset.
21. Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky – A smooth-flowing, captivating novel of a young man living in poverty who criminally succumbs to the desire for money, and the hefty phychological impact this has on him and the people closest to him.
22. The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli – This book does a great job at describing situations of power and statesmanship. From political and corporate power struggles to attaining advancement, influence and authority over others, Machiavelli’s observations apply.
23. Walden by Henry David Thoreau – Thoreau spent two years, two months and two days writing this book in a secluded cabin near the banks of Walden Pond in Concord, Massachusetts. This is a story about being truly free from the pressures of society. The book can speak for itself: “I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”
24. The Republic by Plato – A gripping and enduring work of philosophy on how life should be lived, justice should be served, and leaders should lead. It also gives the reader a fundamental understanding of western political theory.
25. Lolita – This is the kind of book that blows your mind wide open to conflicting feelings of life, love and corruption… and at times makes you deeply question your own perceptions of each. The story is as devious as it is beautiful.
26. Getting Things Done by David Allen – The quintessential guide to organizing your life and getting things done. Nuff said.
27. How To Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie – This is the granddaddy of all self-improvement books. It is a comprehensive, easy to read guide for winning people over to your way of thinking in both business and personal relationships.
28. Lord of the Flies by William Golding – A powerful and alarming look at the possibilities for savagery in a lawless environment, where compassionate human reasoning is replaced by anarchistic, animal instinct.
29. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck – Steinbeck’s deeply touching tale about the survival of displaced families desperately searching for work in a nation stuck by depression will never cease to be relevant.
30. The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov – This anticommunist masterpiece is a multifaceted novel about the clash between good and evil. It dives head first into the topics of greed, corruption and deception as they relate to human nature.
31. BONUS: How To Cook Everything by Mark Bittman – 900 pages of simple instructions on how to cook everything you could ever dream of eating. Pretty much the greatest cookbook ever written. Get through a few recipes each week, and you’ll be a master chef by the time you’re 30.
32. BONUS: Honeymoon with My Brother by Franz Wisner – Franz Wisner had it all… a great job and a beautiful fiancée. Life was good. But then his fiancée dumped him days before their wedding, and his boss basically fired him. So he dragged his younger brother to Costa Rica for his already-scheduled honeymoon and they never turned back… around the world they went for two full years. This is a fun, heartfelt adventure story about life, relationships, and self discovery.

POEMA DE PRONUNCIACION

A ver? Leanlo en voz alta?


Pronunciation Poem

I take it you already know
of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you,
on hiccough, thorough, laugh and through.
Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
to learn of less familiar traps?

Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
that looks like beard and sounds like bird.
And dead -- it's said like bed not bead --
and for goodness' sake don't call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt)

A moth is not the moth in mother,
nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there,
nor dear and fear for bear and pear.
And then there's dose and rose and lose --
just look them up -- and goose and choose,
and cork and work and card and ward,
and font and front and word and sword,
and do and go and thwart and cart --
come, come I've hardly made a start.
A dreadful language? Man alive.
I'd mastered it when I was five.

(author?)

LA LETRA H EN LA TORRE DE MARFIL

Me pareció muy cotorrón este pequeño comentario del blog de Pablo Boullosa.
Pablo es el que sale en la dichosa palabra. Su hermana, creo, es Carmen Boullosa, la escritora. Y su media hermana, es una muy querida amiga mía que no veo hace mucho tiempo.
Lo único que sabía de Pablo es que habían tenido un problema familiar con la esposa del papá por algo que escribió en alguno de sus poemas (o ensayo?). Así que no era un ave muy querida por el otro lado de su familia.

En fin, no todos lo somos. Supongo que yo tampoco. El caso es que lo del arte por helarte está increible. Aquí lo dejo a continuación.

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La letra h en la torre de Marfil


Posar desnudo: helarte por el arte.

Y así con frío, escribir un poema: el arte por helarte.

SOMETIMES IS EASIERS TO KILL SOMEBODY ELSE

Aqui les dejo un poema más de Bukowski en donde trata de suicidarse con el horno de gas y no lo logra porque le empieza un gran, gran dolor de cabeza y lo obliga a abrir la ventana.

BUKOWSKI

Aqui les dejo un poema que habla mucho de lo que era el gran Bukowski. En el título está el link a su web, bukowski.net Echenle un ojo, trae muchas cosas muy buenas.
Entrevistas, poemas, textos, etc. Ah y la foto inicial es genial.

Y todos ustedes, por qué tan callados ultimamente?

Gracias a N2 por sus comentarios de la bailarina, yo nomás no logro verla girar pal otro lao!!!




congrats, Chinaski

as I near 70
I get letters, cards, little gifts
from strange people.
congratulations, they tell
me,
congratulations

I know what they mean:
the way I have lived
I should have been dead in half
that time

I have piled myself with a mass of
grand abuse, been
careless toward myself
almost to the point of
madness,
I am still here
leaning toward this machine
in this smoke-filled room,
this large blue trashcan to my
left
full of empty
containers

the doctors have no answers
and the gods are
silent

congratulations, death,
on your patience.
I have helped you all that
I can

now one more poem
and a walk out on the balcony,
such a fine night there

I am dressed in shorts and stockings,
gently scratch my old
belly,
look out there
look off there
where dark meets dark

it's been one hell of a crazy
ballgame