Watch Her Disappear

Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you
And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress
Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair
That rose in strangled ebony curls
Moving in a yellow bedroom light
The air is wet with sound
The faraway yelping of a wounded dog
And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak
Your house is so soft ...

continue... 27 October 2010 // Music
Inside the Magical Theatre of Immortality

Inside the Magical Theatre of Immortality

He went on two legs, wore clothes and was a human being, but nevertheless he was in reality a wolf of the Steppes. He had ...

continue... 27 October 2010 // Literature

I realized that I had died and been reborn numberless times…


It made me think of the Big Pop vision in Graetna with Old Bull. And for just a moment I had reached the point of ecstasy that I always wanted to reach, which was the complete step across chronological time into timeless shadows, and wonderment in the bleakness of the mortal realm, and the sensation of death kicking at my heels, and myself hurrying to a plank where all ...

continue... 12 September 2010 // Literature

Lost Bliss

"The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die? In the rusk of events I kept thinking about this in the back of ...

continue... 05 September 2010 // Literature

Towards the Splendid City, Pablo Neruda’s Nobel Lecture, Part II

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I did not learn from books any recipe for writing a poem, and I, in my turn, will avoid giving any advice on mode or style which might give the new poets even a drop of supposed insight. When I am recounting in this speech something about past events, when reliving on this occasion a never-forgotten occurrence, in this place which is so different from what that ...

continue... 22 August 2010 // Literature, Poetry

Towards the Splendid City, Pablo Neruda’s Nobel Lecture, Part I

My speech is going to be a long journey, a trip that I have taken through regions that are distant and antipodean, but not for that reason any less similar to the landscape and the solitude in Scandinavia. I refer to the way in which my country stretches down to the extreme South. So remote are we Chileans that our boundaries almost touch the South Pole, recalling the geography of ...

continue... 22 August 2010 // Literature, Poetry
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