Tuesday, June 15, 2010

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Ghosts ... Miscellaneous


In recent months I have accumulated an alarming rate the books on the bedside table (well, not exactly a table night, but to understand) is to blame part of 1840, no doubt, and also some worldly concerns.

So, I have "Botchan" by Natsume Soseki , a major Japanese literature that I never approached (in a nice edition that I got cheap precisely), Felix J. Palma ( author of "The weather map" ) with story collection "The smallest show on earth" , and "Plots night" , David B. (And comics, the latest in Dungeon Now I remember)

For finish, I hand to Terry Pratchett and "Guards!" Guards? " ; fun to tease me, but I do not know what happens to narrative pace, not getting hooked too long. So I alternate with something good, but rather Victorian: "Between women: friendship, desire and marriage in Victorian England" , Sharon Marcus (USP), wanted to review it soon in "1840", but of course, going to two bands are not much progress. I continue with Darwix , Anne Carson and Henrik Nordbrandt , neither of which contributes to my reading speed.

police in the field (what's funny, I always say 'police') the thing is multiplied: Basil, of Wilkie Collins (though this is a re-reading) Asa Larsson and "Aurora Borealis" (even though the other I did not like Larsson), my lifelong collection of Agatha Christie , who recently returned home, and well, a little something of Mankell is to come.

Because that's another: that lie ahead. Tales inhuman " Jose Miguel Vilar-Bou and Veronica Leonetti, " Cranford Chronicles ", Elizabeth Gaskell, and " Mrs. Lirriper ", the 'last' of Dickens (thanks, Samedimanche ) . Although, with all due respect, it seems that Alba Editorial - which publishes a great time, " lately making the distribution of his books in post-chaise; of the editorial Bag of Bones do not speak ... Or talk bad, so bad that talk brings out the people under attack. Just in case.

PS And do not forget me Richard Brautigan! One recommendation I do not want to lose for lack of time.

The image is Gorey, courtesy (I hope you do not mind) of the blog " Flora and Fauna"

Saturday, June 5, 2010

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Miscellaneous: Mix , joining things together . Or or written work that addresses many unrelated and mixed materials.





The day I had dawned cloudy and noisy (very noisy), but now the sun shines, and the heat is not stifling (the breeze)


Our love is like Byzantium

Our love is like Byzantium

had to have been last night. It must have been

I imagine a glow on the faces of those who
thronged the streets or formed small groups

on street corners and squares
whispering,
a glow that had to have seemed to

having your face when you lie
hair back and look at me.

I guess not speak
lot and things just
quite indifferent,
would try to talk
and stopped
without having been said
they wanted
and tried again
and again ceased
and looked at each other
and looked down (...)



I think my eye is an arbitrary selection criterion (My eye has its reasons)

"The Poetry is one thing seriosa " is, today, my favorite blog, without detracting from many others who are also great" Of this, especially:

Face the day is per fer, i as always, go on leave, good day, slowly, and I quede within a gray day in that what I proposed, pending, hanging in the brain, striking against the walls of the brain. (...) There is wisdom in Valga wounds of the heart.


Imagining and leer (imagine, and not leo, and sometimes I Piensa overlooking the balcony and I look at cats and the sun and sky. We also think that the end is beautiful pm)



has arrived number of Imaginary June, but I still have not been able to read. I'll read it, of course, because every time you look better, and I find most interesting. Its pages off enthusiasm summer fantasy. How not to read it, then.





Ausencia

SEPARATION

Your absence has gone through me


Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

(Your absence has come to pierce
As the thread a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color)


And company

ME WHEN YOU

When you're with me I do not say: Here and Now
we're together. But I say: You and I and
surf eternity a nowhere.

(...)

not remember what country you were born,
and revived memories of what land.
air and water, and we, two birds on a star.

(...)

There is no love in love
but the mad desire of the soul to fly.


Monday, May 24, 2010

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small or invisible things

has left a cloud in the bed

has left a cloud on the bed. Hurry
been dismissed and he said: You forget. But
has left a cloud on the bed. I've wrapped with silk
and I said: Do not throw a fly, do not pursue.
return.
(blue birds, red,
yellow, sip water from a cloud
which faces defaulting on their shoulders.)
Back home without
his entourage of birds will notice that the weather has changed
on the coast of your shoulders, that clouds have evaporated /
Then think that has left something: a cloud
my bed, and return to retrieve their rituals
queen a cloud .. .
I was happy for their defeat and has passed me a smile.
And when I got into bed to sleep
in the tropes, the water I was wet.

Mariko