As the sun rises, we adjust to the idea that our election is now a season and not a day. It does not end at an hour or on a day, but exactly as it should: when every voice is heard. This year, the fabric of our social contract has been frayed by loss, confusion, … Continue reading Defiant
by Pablo Neruda To all those who hear not the crashing of waves this Friday morning, who being bound to a home or office, factory or mineshaft, romance or roadway or dry prison cell: to them unspeaking and blind the poet attends, opening the door that has shut them in where endlessness can be heard … Continue reading The Poet’s Duty
“where the hummingbird, wherever there is a fuss,
just rises and floats away”
—Mary Oliver
To make the attempt
at something more
than the least and the longing
somehow to venture upward
into blue fine ethers
where wanting is not misfortune
where time does not steal
where happiness is an aching
and the shine of history
turns new and nubile
every morning by sunlight
spilling over sunlight
and without lament
Absence has the flavor of meaning
but not the force
a quiet wind speaks
a clear draught of unspoken frequencies
reverberating in chambers and rivulets
of undiluted soul
the undeniable something
with no name and no braking
Joseph Robertson
1ª edición: 23 marzo 2010
ISBN: 978-0982649107
Este libro, la tercera colección de poesías en castellano por Joseph Robertson, junta poemas tanto filosóficos como de amor con ensayos cortos y un cuento lírico. Es a la vez la obra más ambiciosa y más íntima del poeta, y marca un momento de cambio de enfoque en su obra y en su visión poética. Aquí siguen unos extractos del texto:
La poesía es la frontera donde el lenguaje de uso común contacta con significados futuros, y en el proceso, cuando mejor logrado, invita a entrar en el presente una riqueza de verdades trascendentes. La poesía se involucra en todos los usos del lenguaje, aunque pueda haber tendencias populares sugerentes de que sólo las nuevas modas valen, de que la poesía es más clásica que actual : muchos artistas musicales ahora hacen el papel, incluso conscientemente, del historiador mítico o trobador vagabundo, pero la poesía no se limita a estos propósitos.
You are like satin, spillingover every edge, wantonconsequential though seeming transienta bond hewn of azureindigo, and salt,a hint of the unknown& the beyondsifting through joys and hollowsat the first raw glint of morning… Continue reading Knowing
justice is a caravan of individuals
their dreams shifting between confluence & conflict
languages chosen or accidental
crossing a distance immeasurable
“The boat’s slow progress through the night was like the passage of a coherent thought through the subconscious.” — Joseph Brodsky
& you were with me
strong evanescent
looming up from dreamplay
with solid destination
nesting sable in your gaze
your voice alone in the humid sphere of competing midnights ancient unswerving clarion ready to unravel the monsoon or burn away its floods with a whisper Continue reading Your Voice Alone
contaminado el charco donde hallamos y ubicamos lo más sagrado de lo sagrado contaminado de intenciones de químicas y rumores de caballeresco follaje y la duda del más allá lo único que sabemos ya preguntarnos tiene que ser o por nuestra debilidad es ¿cuánto tardará en volver a ser puro como ansiamos? Continue reading El abandono
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