Thursday, June 19, 2014

Trouble sleeping again, and when I do, trippy nightmares.  My eyes have felt so swollen, my head, a pillow squeezed between its ears.


Been reading some cool books by Gabriela Jauregui and Douglas Kearney.  The titles are Controlled Decay and The Black Automaton.

Absolutely bummed Tony Gwynn passed away.  Met him as a kid in Yuma, Arizona when the Pads used to have their spring training there.  Hearing some of the stories about his commitment to the game is beyond belief.  Is there anything more beautiful than a base hit in the 5.5 hole just out of reach of a teeth-gritting shortstop?

Thursday, June 12, 2014

Sun Ra

Listening to Ra and his Myth Science Arkestra tonight.  The rhythms on this album always make my blood churn a little harder.


Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Amen

"Political imagination goes beyond protest to articulate an artistry of dissent.  The question is not whether poetry and politics can mix.  That question is a luxury for those who can afford it.  The question is how best to combine poetry and politics, craft and commitment, how to find the artistic imagination equal to the intensity of the experience and the quality of the ideas."

Martín Espada
from "Poetry Like Bread: Poets of the Political Imagination"

Monday, June 2, 2014

Special thanks to the Denver Quarterly for taking a section of "The YouTube Narratives"  Really happy!

This summer I want to work on some translations.  They will be primarily from this great little anthology called fusiles y palomas: selección de poesía revolucionaria de nuestra américa published by Ocean Sur in 2009.  Here's the first stanza of one of my favorites by Michele Najlis, poetisa y maestra de Nicaragua.

"Quiero un poema sencillo y bueno"

Quiero un poema sencillo y bueno
como el pan
caliente y oloroso
con ese olor de gente,
de harina,
de manos amasando
y de un gran fuego rojo en el cielo del horno.

Decided to pull my signed copy of Peter Hook's Unknown Pleasures down from its pedestal last night and began reading it nonstop.  The first chapters retell the importance of the Sex Pistols first three shows.  Hook repeats several times that attendees were lucky to leave with their lives.  More when I finish it.  I'm trying hard not to abuse the spine like I do with all my books.  I was that kid with the beat-ass baseball cards.


Also reading The Writer of Modern Life, Essays on Charles Baudelaire by Walter Benjamin.  It's like walking into a room full of cabinets, knowing there are various treats and surprises behind every door.