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Lindbergh

So it all boils down to this. A whole morning seeing my face and Paulo’s on the television screen. Ten reporters camped out at the entrance to the building. Three policemen on phone-tap duty, reading the soccer pages in the dining room. They might get in touch at any moment. Waiting is all that’s left for me. I’ve called Lucía to tell her that, obviously, I won’t be doing the program today. She started to cry. This can’t be happening to you, she...

Ode to Ángel Cruchaga

Ángel, I remember in my childhood, southern and shaken by rain and wind, suddenly your wings, the flight of your sparkling poetry, the starry tunic filling the night, the roads, with phosphoric resplendence, you were a pulsating river full of fish, you were the silvery tail of a green mermaid crossing the sky from west to east, the shape of light gathered in your wings, and the wind allowing rain and black leaves to fall  on your clothes. So it was far away, in my childhood, but...

Ode to the Andean Cordillera

Once again, from up high, flying over  the sky, you appeared, white and obscure  cordillera of my homeland. Before then, the great airplane  crossed great seas, jungles, deserts. Everything was symmetry, everything was ready on the earth’s surface, everything from above was path, until, in the middle  of heaven and earth, your planetary snow lodged itself, freezing the towers of earth. Volcanoes, scars, caves, ferruginous snows, skinned titanic heights, heads of...

Ode to the Flowers of Datitla

Under the pines, the earth concocts small unsullied things: slim grasses from whose threads minuscule lanterns hang, mysterious capsules plump with lost air, and shadows are different there, filtered  and flowery, long green needles scattered by the wind attacking and disheveling the hair of pine trees. On the sand stand  fragmentary petals, calcified bark, blue pieces  of dead wood, leaves the patience of beetle-like woodcutters moves around, thousands of minimal cups left...

Ode to Juan Tarrea

Yes, you know America, Tarrea. You know it. In the helpless Peru, you looted the tombs. To the small villager, to the Andean Indian, Tarrea, protector,  gave his hand, but retreated it with its rings. He destroyed wealth. He left for Bilbao with the vessels. Later he hung from Vallejo, he was lucky to die and then he opened a small store of prologues and epilogues. Now he has spoken with Pineda. He is important. He might be selling something. He has “discovered” the New...

Ode to Jean Arthur Rimbaud

Now, this October you will turn a hundred, harrowing friend. May I speak to you? I’m alone, through my window the Pacific breaks its eternal threatening thunder. It is night. The burning firewood throws over the oval of your old portrait a fugitive ray. You are a child of twisted locks, sour mouth. I apologize if I talk to you the way I am, the way I trust you would be today,  if I talk of marine water and of burning firewood, of simple things and simple beings. They tortured...

A Roundup of International Literary Series: University Presses

This March, when Indiana University Press publishes Alain Mabanckou’s early novel, Blue White Red (first published in French in 1998), it will be the fourth book by the irrepressible Congolese author to appear in the US and the first by a publisher other than Soft Skull Press. It will be issued as part of Indiana University’s Global African Voices series, which will also publish the groundbreaking 1954 novel Cruel City by Cameroonian Mongo Beti. These two books...

from English Craft

The narrator is visiting London, sent by a Buenos Aires newspaper, to interview the famous British author Davies. She is haunted by a profound early friendship with Ana, and equally by a relationship from fifteen years before, with the artist Bruno. Here, two of the protagonists' lives come together again, while Ana persists in memory between them. The newspaper gave the story a splash. It was the first time that Davies had agreed to be interviewed for the Argentine press, and they...

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