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Submitted by Monica, our correspondent in Mexico.
Title nobility and the kingdom will cost a few bucks more. Submitted by Monica, our correspondent in Mexico.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Posts Gatas Nuas Lesbicas
Who, when, what
The dark ocean is pushing towards your bottom.
were all of me
its fragile boats, said naming
what awaits in the gaps
crouched at the expense of meaning.
Was I the substance of your weakness
flooded
foam wound tight rope to imprison or servile
pain
loose from the moorings that waves are
as if they were tiny and dead fish? Would you know
float in the large surface, or
face, behind the dim
chagrin
broken mirrors,
fixed with certainty and wisdom of the executioner
at the ends of the tree? Would
after
find some way back
where
nothing you can give back, or take?
Would we have a remnant of that
air in the cells of the lung petrified
or so, without more, a passage of time
vain pure
leave us, cyanotic, and links
discontinuous along a groove
which will be erased, as the brand slowly
water on the banks?
doubt. I do not know.
The sea, as love
love
is always dark. 
The dark ocean is pushing towards your bottom.
were all of me
its fragile boats, said naming
what awaits in the gaps
crouched at the expense of meaning.
Was I the substance of your weakness
flooded
foam wound tight rope to imprison or servile
pain
loose from the moorings that waves are
as if they were tiny and dead fish? Would you know
float in the large surface, or
face, behind the dim
chagrin
broken mirrors,
fixed with certainty and wisdom of the executioner
at the ends of the tree? Would
after
find some way back
where
nothing you can give back, or take?
Would we have a remnant of that
air in the cells of the lung petrified
or so, without more, a passage of time
vain pure
leave us, cyanotic, and links
discontinuous along a groove
which will be erased, as the brand slowly
water on the banks?
doubt. I do not know.
The sea, as love
love
is always dark.
Power Puff Balls Fancy Dress
Winter Garden
opens to the trembling daylight
soft corolla
his furious purple tiara
tense from the cold in the dark dark sky
zeal
gives a sweet crown
the Don you spill
gives its transparent sap. This is all possible
wisdom and love
,
branch to branch. 
opens to the trembling daylight
soft corolla
his furious purple tiara
tense from the cold in the dark dark sky
zeal
gives a sweet crown
the Don you spill
gives its transparent sap. This is all possible
wisdom and love
,
branch to branch.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Cute Sayings For Freshmen
field and the silence of the fair
The practice of poetry always will be a tragedy, and on top of a lonely tragedy: bad read and least-understood, the true poets, despite appearances, are (from the point of view of the public) posthumously. The poet's fortune is another: is done in his supreme act of communication (which is always a gift, a gift of self to others), made in the supreme act of the poem. And there ends the main thing. The rest is circumstance, chance, noise or silence in the show, and nothing else.
No longer will keep
no longer keep you, broke music
Where I thought you were.
were broken glass, or sand, do not really know: I stepped
and understood.
realized with astonishment that time stretched
desperate and senseless
and I was nobody except
loved you.
were broken glass, stones or misfortunes,
were huge bodies or ashes, I dunno.
I stepped and understood.
Raúl Gustavo Aguirre
The practice of poetry always will be a tragedy, and on top of a lonely tragedy: bad read and least-understood, the true poets, despite appearances, are (from the point of view of the public) posthumously. The poet's fortune is another: is done in his supreme act of communication (which is always a gift, a gift of self to others), made in the supreme act of the poem. And there ends the main thing. The rest is circumstance, chance, noise or silence in the show, and nothing else.
No longer will keep
no longer keep you, broke music
Where I thought you were.
were broken glass, or sand, do not really know: I stepped
and understood.
realized with astonishment that time stretched
desperate and senseless
and I was nobody except
loved you.
were broken glass, stones or misfortunes,
were huge bodies or ashes, I dunno.
I stepped and understood.
Raúl Gustavo Aguirre
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