viernes, 9 de julio de 2010

Tag: newyorker.com

Tag: newyorker.com

...I look back over my life.
I try to find analogies.

There are none.
I have longed for people before, I have loved people before.
Not like this.
It was not this.
Give me a world, you have taken the world I was.

ANNE CARSON

Anne Carson (born June 21, 1950) is a Canadian poet, essayist, translator, and a professor of Classics and comparative literature at the University of Michigan. Carson lived in Montreal for several years and taught at McGill University. In 2000 she was awarded a MacArthur Fellowship.

She is reticent about her private life; the biography published in current editions of her books simply states Anne Carson lives in Canada. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anne_Carson

http://www.randomhouse.com/knopf/authors/carson/

Letras Libres - ""El guante del tiempo", de Edward Hopper" por Anne Carson

Letras Libres - ""El guante del tiempo", de Edward Hopper" por Anne Carson

...Cierto no soy más que la sombra de un pasajero en este planeta
pero a mi alma le gusta vestirse con elegancia
a pesar de las manchas.
Ella atraviesa la puerta.
Se quita su guante.
Acaso gira la cabeza.
Acaso cruza la pierna.
Ésa es una pregunta.
Quién está hablando.
También una pregunta.
Lo único que puedo decir
  es que no veo ninguna prueba de otro guante...

jueves, 8 de julio de 2010

Croar del alma .Horacio Castillo


Croar del alma


Cuando mi alma, como una rana, salte a la nada,
la oirán croar, croar toda la noche,
croar arriba y abajo, al este y al oeste,
hasta que el ojo monótono de la luna llore en los pantanos,
hasta que cese el espanto y empiece la eter
nidad.

ANNA & ELENA BALBUSSO ILLUSTRATORS

miércoles, 7 de julio de 2010

Bluebird Charles Bukowski (1920-1994)


ILUSTRACION
HORACIO CARDO
Bluebird

Charles Bukowski (1920-1994)

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartender
sand the grocery clerks
never know that
he's
in there.
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?