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HAPPY BIRTHDAY CONTREC

This poem from Tellier with a taste of Chile

UN JINETE NOCTURNO EN EL PAISAJE

Siento correr por las venas del campo
Un jinete nocturno enmascarado.
La noche. También galopan en caballos robados
Los cuatreros arreando los vacunos.

Surgen los trenes. Las reces dormidas se levantan
Allá en los grandes galpones de madera.

Una sombra va saltando los cercos.
Esta fue una mañana campesina:
Relinchos, validos, vacas de pródigas ubres,
Las ordeñadoras, curvadas con el peso de los baldes.

Es la noche de nuevo. Mi abuelo se levanta
Rehecha su manera antigua,
Y observa, como ayer, al trigo.
Debe andar mi abuelo por los campos recién abiertos
Hablando con los pinos, espantando gorriones.
El campo está solo, tembloroso. Y él lo mira.

El vino es un joven bonachón y alegre.
Sucede que quiere iluminar la noche
y baja a las aldeas, envuelto en una manta.

La mañana tiene olor a pan amasado.
La ropa recién lavada dice "adiós" en los patios.

Pero es de noche. Un fantasma penetra en la leñera.
Una casa se quiere esconder del cielo.

Un campesino mira hacia arriba:
Más allá de las nubes viene el granizo,
Bandolero blanco, asaltante de los huertos.

Y es la noche.
Va a penetrar al pueblo
Un jinete nocturno enmascarado.


***

I STEAL THIS FROM HER


Chile is love

by [livejournal.com profile] lunatikblack
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Just because I'm in poetry mood, and tottally nervous about Thesis countdown.


Remember, body...
Body, remember not only how much you were loved,
not only the beds on which you lay,
but also those desires which for you
plainly glowed in the eyes,
and trembled in the voice -- and some
chance obstacle made them futile.
Now that all belongs to the past,
it is almost as if you had yielded
to those desires too -- remember,
how they glowed, in the eyes looking at you;
how they trembled in the voice, for you, remember, body.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1918)
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The One Face I Remembered


to describe him as repulsively ugly
would be quite appropriate
as well as convenient
but how irresponsible
it seems
a phrase that amounts to saying nothing
because you still wouldn't know
what he actually looked like
his is the only face I've remembered
out of all the strangers I’ve seen
emaciated looking the face of an ordinary worker
by the crematorium furnaces
that day I was pushing
the corpse of my mother along on a trolley
when he blocked my path and said
“Leave it to me. This is not for you.”
I handed over the carton
of Three Five cigarettes I had brought with me
he accepted this without the slightest reaction
and walked away, pushing the trolley
the man who was taking my mother off
to her final resting place


Yi Sha, 1998.

If I only could write!
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Just because I'm in spamming mood.
Like my new icon? It's Kavafis (Well, the movie actor, Kavafis has been favoured by him). It says "You will have understood what Ithaca stands for", but I don't think is clearly writen.

Another poem by Kavafis )

Wednesday I have a powerful talk with a friend. Those kind of talk that I'm sure will mean a turning point in my life.
We met when we were young at college (We were young, free and idealists...and with a democracy to fight for), and now we re encounter at bad university. He is professor there.
While I was waiting huby to end his classes we drink a coffee. Is there something better that coffee at the U patio?
Well, to make short something long , we talk about our intellectual options,(wich, by the way, aren't that separate with practical life); about self censorship in this re emerge of the right wing everywhere.
About the difficulties to make a critic collective (We run from one U to another, without time to think, talk, least publish), and the importance of decisions making.
It was important to me, I was starting to be very cynical.
I don't know if he says anything THAT new, but it was me what change.
Hope come back to me.
I refuse to be a parrot which reproduce knowledge.
I think my re discovery of poetry is related to it, is like a bond with those things that transcended.
I won't let neoliberalism to crushed my hopes. If I teach new generations I will prepare them with high standards, is up to them what they choose but I can't do things just for money, I need to believe in what I do. That is why I choose education, but hope has fly away. Now is shyly growing again.
Need to re enchated huby (the man I love), bills, responsibilities and debts are crushing his ideals too. But, hubby is a Quixote, so it wan't be difficult to awake his lionheart again. (I love the man, did I ever told you?)
Re reading this post sound like is I have any concrete project, but no, is just that I need to start moving, things will come freely.
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Lots of years before I born, and I felt the same for my daughter:

Sappho 610-580 B.C )

And now more Kavafis, my obsession:

DESIRES  )

He was a mellancholic man

Candles )

Bush should read it, it is about power and senseless aims.

Waiting for the Barbarians )

Remember Ithaca?, this is the other way round. You can't hide from yourself:

The City )

Sad

The windows  )

The difference betwen erotica and PWP:

Return )

Kavafis

Aug. 26th, 2004 11:04 pm
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Hubby, dear, dear hubby give me a present: An anthology of C. Kavafis Poetry.
WOW, he is so sweet!

As a way to return his gift, I've been pestering him all day while reading the poetry aloud. He don't opposed to the erotic one. Wich, by the way, is amazing.

Soon you will be pester with it too.

Hi!

Aug. 15th, 2004 10:29 pm
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This is a classic that has been update. Have you read it?
Slytherin Rising, Book Four: The Year of the Cat http://www.fanfiction.net/s/936571/16/

Yet another poem, sorry I'm obsess with the guy.

I went

I did not restrain myself. I let go entirely and went.
To the pleasures that were half real
and half wheeling in my brain,
I went into the lit night.
And I drank of potent wines, such as
the valiant of voluptuousness drink.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1913)

Ramblings

Aug. 14th, 2004 10:16 pm
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The twenty has been updated.http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1844462/1/
The chapter was outstanding. It left me so moved that I need to wait a little before reading GaN, like breath first and then go to my other favorite.

I start learning greek, a long caress desire. I found a site with basic greek lessons. I want to read my new love, Cavafis, in his language. Hope I have the persistance as to go through the classes till the end, but I'm very motivated. Then...latin, if I dare pick declinations and stuff.

Ithaca

Aug. 13th, 2004 10:07 am
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You know Itaca, Ulyses Island, it takes him 20 years to return home.


Ithaca

When you set out on your journey to Ithaca,
pray that the road is long,
full of adventure, full of knowledge.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them:
You will never find such as these on your path,
if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine
emotion touches your spirit and your body.
The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops,
the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter,
if you do not carry them within your soul,
if your soul does not set them up before you.

Pray that the road is long.
That the summer mornings are many, when,
with such pleasure, with such joy
you will enter ports seen for the first time;
stop at Phoenician markets,
and purchase fine merchandise,
mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
and sensual perfumes of all kinds,
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
visit many Egyptian cities,
to learn and learn from scholars.

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1911)

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