The End, Not YetThe obus punchedthrough the wallof the creche,over-turned playpens and beds, blew up boys, girls,wrapped nowin shroudsrun throughGaza streetsmournedon Main and otherthoroughfaresincludingthe old stonesof the Old City,Tel Aviv, New York avenues,as far awayas Cho Fu Saand Timbuktu.Masked men, wielding guns,heads of governmentordering invasions, rockets lobbed over gated communities,will not stop human waves,lamentation, protests hurled.Fighting will stop again; we ...

Presenté a José Emilio Pacheco en Horas de Junio en Hermosillo, México en 2006. SOBRE JOSÉ EMILIO PACHECOEl arte de José Emilio Pacheco --desde los primeros poemas que conocí, cuando de joven poeta hojeaba las librerías de Nueva York, hasta los últimos que leí de Siglo Pasado (Desenlace), ahora mas maduro y amigo del poeta festejado-- se caracteriza por ...

WORDS AFTER SEPTEMBER 11 We will not be quiet, Lord. We will not hide in books, Under our desks, Lord. We will not whisper In the rowdy street. We will hop On our “three-wheelers,” On the Morning Express, Wheel up the ramp And fly beyond The limits Of our comforts. We will explore again, And find ourselves Lost again. ...

New Release www.tsarbooks.com For interview, review & media requests: inquiries@tsarbooks.com Uncivil War Indran Amirthanayagam Passionate, committed, and deeply humane, these poems bear witness with unflinching honesty to the horrific violence of the Sri Lankan civil war. “Indran Amirthanayagam is above all the poet of the bloody Sri Lankan conflict and division. His work honours the sufferings of the living ...

Face Off I am tired, my friends too. Shall we stop the clock, the writing fool his dance, move to the Moon and beyond, sing for supper in some indigenous tongue that will disappear from the planet’s face? Must be the only rule for this rueful sojourn: we will not know if our children choose to tread on our ...

El día siguiente Renacerás en un instante, de un día para otro, aún si has fumado una media cajetilla y la panza ha crecido a causa de vinos crudos y pesados. La luz llegará siempre a los que quieren ver, y se sienten dispuestos a amar, a pesar de la mala racha, del torbellino. Va y viene, no circula ...

Resolution, 2013 Persistence of folly, need to write history, long march to oblivion, short trip to the mall, path in the woods to meet a woodchuck, song in competition with a buzzsaw, opposites united, writing thoughtlessly blind bludgeoning of rabbit’s eyes, violence incarnate, human now, forever, making peace afterwards in morning, holding ship of state afloat with rules of ...

Joder en américa Al peruano no lo jodas, al chileno tampoco, pero entre ellos se joden con gusto. Al argentino le gusta joder. El venezolano está jodido por células dañadas, el ecuatoriano, gentil hombre, jode solo los sábados por la noche, el panameño al son de la rumba, la plana, la bomba. El colombiano jode por orgullo, con gracia, ...

On the mind tonight Christmas Eve, hymns and children, wide-eyed, grateful for life and the chance to share food and drink, to have a roof, a job, a computer. Yet every day I read about, and see, those who don't have such pleasures. Let us support them today and every day with our time, our gifts, our energy.

First Poems There are murders that defy poetry, challenge its song--I almost wrote to a duel—ask what business do you have with us in the church, in this memorial mass. The children who died wrote their first and last poems. We do not know the metaphors paralyzed, as teachers pushed their charges into closets, behind bookcases to safety, before ...

Alimentos, Huari ¿Quieres un kashki, o tomar un punki por la tarde, indagar en la tierra por las carnes de cerdo, res, gallina doradas en las piedras de la Pachamanca? Me quedo con ganas de caminar al borde de la laguna Puruhuay recogiendo porongos, corriendo como una gacela hacia el mirador para hacer contigo ahí lo que la primavera ...

NO CIERREN LA CASA DE LA LITERATURA Indran Amirthanayagam No cierren la Casa de la Literatura. Que ya es un referente, un ancla, puesta en el paisaje de la oferta cultural en Lima. Llegué a la ciudad al inacer la Casa, hace tres anos. Recientemente participé en las festividades por su cumpleaños. Me ha encantado observar cómo han crecido ...

Death of a Poet After the poet, who remains? We have to fill absence, distract ourselves with words and music until sadness fades, and we look to the sky, see his face in cumulus cloud, shining out of the sun, and think he is not the only one smiling in Heaven beckoning us to think beyond, the now, what happened to his body and to our history. Indran Amirthanayagam, October 6, 2012

Happiness Blues, Sri Lanka I don’t know what to say, my friend, I have some blues that don’t seem right, too light and fancy free, happiness and all that putty you poke and pat, grinning silly, but love is the matter with me, I have plenty and I want to start sharing the bounty. How lucky can a man ...

Grito a susurros Hoy gritamos por Allende y Morelos e Hidalgo, por nuestra niñez y el Hombre Araña que dominaba la lucha libre, por los cómicos, el Chavo, Cantinflas, el mole verde y rojo, por algunos muertos más, Octavio Paz y su Vuelta, Manuel Ulacia que dejó en mi oído su melodía de caminata en los adoquines de Francisco ...

Again on 11 On this--day of mourning and grief, building resolve, once again we have a motive-- extraordinary morning, sky blue, parents off to work, children to school--this time in the African night on the coast, in Benghazi, rocket-fired grenades, machine guns, bombs, consulate on fire, ambassador and staff killed, and all the elaborate defenses built in every American ...

Juarez nos une Estamos a horas de la lectura que nos salvará, lo hace ya, de la soledad y del temor a la muerte, de las pequeñeces, de ganar la ruta sobre los demás conductores, de coger sin pensar, o en el momento de regocijo retirarse y gritar vida, hombre, mujer y no saber de cual cosa está burbujeando ...

Ven esta noche en Lima, a las 7 pm, Casa de La Literatura para escuchar Lecturas Por Juarez Lectura Por Juarez Que la tierra nos trague, y las olas suban hasta que, ante la costa, se vuelvan montaña , y los peces sean expuestos al sol, y las lagartijas se sequen al borde de ríos hechos ya llanura, y ...

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