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En esta noche, en este mundo / Alejandra Pizarnik

En esta noche en este mundo las palabras del sueño de la infancia de la muerte nunca es eso lo que uno quiere decir la lengua natal castra la lengua es un órgano de conocimiento del fracaso de todo poema castrado por su propia lengua que es el órgano de la re-creación del re-conocimiento pero … Continue reading

Poppy and Memory – Paul Celan / Edvard Munch

Aus der Hand frißt der Herbst mir sein Blatt: wir sind Freunde, Wir schälen die Zeit aus den Nüssen und lehren sie gehn: die Zeit kehrt zurück in die Schale. Im Spiegel ist Sonntag, im Traum wird geschlafen, der Mund redet wahr. Mein Aug steigt hinab zum Geschlecht der Geliebten; wir sehen uns an, I … Continue reading

La pobreza como delito – Eduardo Galeano / Reinfried Marass

Mucho antes de que los niños ricos dejen de ser niños y descubran las drogas caras que aturden la soledad y enmascaran el miedo, ya los niños pobres están aspirando pegamento. Mientras los niños ricos juegan a la guerra con balas de rayos láser, ya las balas de plomo acribillan a los niños de la … Continue reading

Le siècle et le pardon – Jacques Derrida

Qu’est-ce que le concept de pardon? D’où vient-il? S’impose-t-il à tous et à toutes les cultures? Peut-il être porté dans l’ordre du juridique? Du politique? Et à quelles conditions? Mais alors qui l’accorde? Et à qui? Et au nom de quoi, de qui?  Propos recueillis par Michel Wieviorka, Le Monde des Débats, Décembre 1999.  Le Monde … Continue reading

Closing Cycles – Paulo Coelho / Wolfgang Suschitzky

(a version of this article circulates in internet having me as its author. In fact, I did not write it, but I made a few corrections and decided to republish it here) One always has to know when a stage comes to an end. If we insist on staying longer than the necessary time, we … Continue reading

My voice because of you – Pedro Salinas

Letters to Katherine Whitmore: The secret epistolary of the great poet of love,1932-1947 was at last published in 2002, twenty years after Katherine Whitmore’s death, through the efforts of any, especially his son and daughter Pedro Salinas and solita Salinas de Marichal, who in permiting its publication also followed the wishes of their late recipient, professor Whitmore, … Continue reading

Portrait of Juanito Laguna – Antonio Berni

“Yo a Juanito y a Ramona los hice precisamente en collage, con materiales de rezago, porque era el entorno en que ellos vivían; y así no apelaban justamente a lo sentimentalista. Yo les puse nombre y apellido a una multitud de anónimos, desplazados, marginados niños y humilladas mujeres; y los convertí en símbolo, por una … Continue reading

Epecuen : Ghost town

  EPECUEN, Argentina — A strange ghost town that spent a quarter century under water is coming up for air again in the Argentine farmlands southwest of Buenos Aires.   Epecuen was once a bustling little lakeside resort, where 1,500 people served 20,000 tourists a season. During Argentina’s golden age, the same trains that carried grain to … Continue reading

The Myth of Sisyphus – Albert Camus

The gods had condemned Sisyphus to ceaselessly rolling a rock to the top of a  mountain, whence the stone would fall back of its own weight. They had thought  with some reason that there is no more dreadful punishment than futile and hopeless labor. If one believes Homer, Sisyphus was the wisest and most prudent … Continue reading

Nothing compares to your hands – Frida Kahlo

Diego: Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. you are the mirror of the night. the vio-lent flash of lightning. the dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is myshelter, my fingertips touch your blood. All my joyis to feel … Continue reading

Am I in love? – Roland Barthes

cacher / to hide To hide a passion totally (or even to hide, more simply, its excess) is inconceivable: not because the human subject is too weak, but because passion is in essence made to be seen: the hiding must be seen: I want you to know that I am hiding something from you, that is the … Continue reading

Love Poem XIV: Neruda’s Sublime/ Chagall

Juegas todos los días con la luz del universo. Sutil visitadora, llegas en la flor y en el agua. Eres más que esta blanca cabecita que aprieto como un racimo entre mis manos cada día. A nadie te pareces desde que yo te amo. Déjame tenderte entre guirnaldas amarillas. Quién escribe tu nombre con letras … Continue reading

Jean-Jacques Rousseau: “Préface ou Entretien sur les romans”

In the Shadow of the Trylon, New York World’s Fair, 1939 by Stanley Rayfield “L’amour n’est qu’illusion; il se fait, pour ainsi dire, un autre univers; il s’entoure d’objets qui ne sont point, ou auxquels lui seul a donné l’être, et comme il rend tous ces sentiments en images, son langage est toujours figuré. Mais ces … Continue reading

The Threatened One – Jorge Luis Borges

It is love. I will have to hide or flee. Its prison walls grow larger, as in a fearful dream. The alluring mask has changed, but as usual it is the only one. What use now are my talismans, my touchstones: the practice of literature, vague learning, an apprenticeship to the language used by the … Continue reading

Last Tango in Paris…

Lo sai perché mi sono innamorata?– Dillo, ti supplico.– Perché lui ha trovato il modo giusto per farmi innamorare.– E tu vuoi che l’uomo che ami ti protegga e abbia cura di te…– Certo.…- Vuoi che questo forte, ruggente e possente guerriero costruisca una fortezza dove puoi rifugiarti, in modo che tu non debba mai … Continue reading

Utopias – Mario Benedetti

UTOPÍAS Cómo voy a creer / dijo el fulano que el mundo se quedó sin utopías cómo voy a creer que la esperanza es un olvido o que el placer una tristeza cómo voy a creer / dijo el fulano que el universo es una ruina aunque lo sea o que la muerte es el … Continue reading

Nude – Pablo Neruda and Photographers

Photo: Erich Consemüller (1902-1957)  untitled, 1926 Naked, you are simple as one of your hands, smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round: you have moon-lines, apple-pathways: naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat. Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba; you have vines and stars in your hair; naked you are spacious and … Continue reading

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