March 2011


Any change is a change in the topic.

Cumpleanyos, 2001



The daybreak of New York contains
four columns made of filth
and a hurricane of black doves
that wade in stinking waters. (more…)


Se trajo en el corazón
un pez del Mar de la China.

A veces se ve cruzar
diminuto por sus ojos.

Olvida siendo marino
los bares y las naranjas.

Mira al agua. (more…)

Cut my shadow from me.
Free me from the torment
of being without fruit. (more…)

What are all those

fuzzy looking things out there?

To Theodore C. London

No I haven’t seen Manchester
– all that I have seen is one corner
of Salford but badly narrowly
in spite of fog and streets with no cabs – dirty
streets that didn’t help my bad leg
and my two club feet – but my spirits don’t sag
under the weight of the memories
– happy memories – I now carry
of this town they call industrial
and despite that so very intellectual
niche I occupy maybe it would’ve been better
if I’d really strutted my stuff – this letter’s
naive sure but picture the elite of Manchester
below me as I lean on the lectern
and they applaud me in Paul Verlaine
our rigorous Racine
even while I make it clear
that the true God is Shakespeare

GIVE to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see
Bread I dip in the river –
There’s the life for a man like me,
There’s the life for ever. (more…)

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