The Flower and the Hummingbird (En español) The Flower and the Hummingbird ¡Tengo un c…
Poetry
- Bidaani’Ruyadxie’ lii sica ruyadxi guragu’ guibá’,ribaque chaahue’ lii ndaani’ guiña candanaxhi guiriziñaguidilade’ ruxhele guirá guie’ bizeecabe lu xpidaane’ guirá nguiiu ne biu…
- womanif you had nothing but jazzwhat would you choosefor the child in your wombto listen tobefore the spring of milk starts to flow?only bill evansplaying glass beadson a keyboardof ice crystals…
- the bossa novasof the'60saccompanied bythe vaguely irregularvaguely neuroticrim shotsof the stickclicking horizontallyon the snare drumfrom the perspectiveof the 21st century –a sort of clockworktick-…
- Virgil Mihaiu/text & Alan Tomlinson/trombone A historical document from the beginnings of the JAZZOGRAPHICS, here in their embryonic nucleus: Virgil Mihaiu/text & Alan Tomlinson/trombone.…
- Dumitru Belinschi / keyboards & piano; Marius Gagiu / flute & percussion; Mario Florescu / drums & percussion; Virgil Mihaiu / poetry & percussionThis audio sample is recorded fragment…
- When I realized I could make mistakes . . . I decided I was really on to something. — Ornette Coleman …
- I met Monk on a subway, coming through the tunnel. His words fell out be- tween thick…
- As a child he’d been feeding on sea stories, sea people, sea adventures. Benign and adverse sea, calm and rough, emeraldand leaden. Tale after tale, book after book, devoured byinsane desires, ad…
- 同居他们将在街头同人生的三个意向相遇： 老人烟斗的余火、儿童涂写在墙上的笔迹 和湿漉漉的雨中行走的女人的小腿......他们徘徊了一整夜 围绕小白房子寻找标记 太阳升起来了，归宿仍不能断决 错误就从这时发生 没有经过祈祷 他们就会睡到一张床上 并且毫不顾忌室外光线 在晚些时候…
- Irma Pineda "You Will Not See Me Die" Natalia Toledo "The Weaver" "For T.S. Eliot" Victor Terán "I Know Your Body"
- Translator’s note: Feliciano Sánchez Chan is among a growing group of poets (including Briceida Cuevas Cob and Isaac Carrillo Can) writing modern verse in the ancient language of Mayan.…
- The four recordings here are from Poet in Andalucía, forthcoming from the University of Pittsburgh Press in January 2012. "Tree of Red Leaves, Jaén" "Prophet in Andalucía"…
- Plan BWe’re trundling down Via Balbipast palaces of glory and endless virtue.We’re fecund with children, we’re good at thatand some of us have rabbits in our pockets.We are fluent in sundry dialectsan…
- The MothersFar from being goddesses or sibyls:the poor motherssuffering from migrainescrushed by the heart’s servitude. Dear LifeDear life,you chose colourless places,anonymous hours,the tritest…
- Ascanio Celestini - "Fabbrica", Teatro Ambra Jovinelli, Rome, March 2007 Photo: Maila Iacovelli - Fabio Zayed/Spot the Difference I have a technique.When I attend a meeting, I sit down…
- When with my judgment I laymyself out to the tepid peace of every day,the docile afternoons, the wide and naturalsleep, no longer opposed to the climatethat equal and still caresses me instead– the cl…
- A turkey-oak two hundred years old nowno one has pollarded. Beneath itthere live vipers – woody elbows acheagainst the back. And one nightupon the roots, you rebelled, and with such violenceas to rema…
- in the wind they sowed their long phrases– like scarves they'd wave in the wind – the wind ripped many scarves by chanceand carried them away in frayed cloud shapes –the poet always scatters her…
- Photo by Jerry RileyCredits:“Suspend Me / The End of a Love Affair”Music – Wambura Mitaru Spoken Vocal – Ngwatilo MawiyooBacking Vocal – Sara MitaruProduced/Arranged by David “Blackman”…
- DispersalOak crickets dedicate their shrilling to the stars: tireless desire pitched into the jeweled universe w…
- Inventing Peace I make this room a country of peace. Within these walls, I am the harmony of an individual with no nationalism, claims or agenda, no chorus of discord, no borders b…
- 1that red wasn't forever-redthey never taught us to tell colors apart –those that were real from those that were notthe ship was sailing, the cargo launched,goblins recited a sonnet by heart –rowing t…
- The city as though laid out in my palmAnd I passed through all my old hauntsI took off easily in youthThoughts hung in a beat of easy doubtLike shades of Aladdin's would-be uncleRun in four directions…
- I want to tell you simple truths,Reveal important things to you.Always open doors, step into elevators,Go upstairs, move down corridors.Always get into cars, start the engine,And if it's winter, wait…
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