sallie ford and the sound outside, roll around

from Turin Horse (original title: A torinoi lo)

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1316540/

a golem is an animated anthropomorphic being, created entirely from inanimate matter.

a golem is an animated anthropomorphic being, created entirely from inanimate matter.

I found twenty dead birds on the beach today.  Fresh, it seemed.  Though I don’t know much about birds, or the sea.  Or the people of this island, their salinity so at odds with my bloodline.

May 01, 2013
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NERUDA: I don’t believe in symbols. They are simply material things. The sea, fish, birds exist for me in a material way. I take them into account, as I have to take daylight into account. The fact that some themes stand out in my poetry—are always appearing—is a matter of material presence.

INTERVIEWER: What do the dove and guitar signify?

NERUDA: The dove signifies the dove and the guitar signifies a musical instrument called the guitar.

INTERVIEWER: You mean that those who have tried to analyze these things—

NERUDA: When I see a dove, I call it a dove. The dove, whether it is present or not, has a form for me, either subjectively or objectively—but it doesn’t go beyond being a dove.

It was in the style of the last century for poets to be tormented melancholiacs. But there can be poets who know life, who know its problems, and who survive by crossing through the currents. And who pass through sadness to plenitude.
— Neruda

Nobel laureate Pablo Neruda’s remains were exhumed this week, four decades after his death. As we reported in February, the exhumation was approved by Judge Mario Carroza on a request by Chile’s Communist Party. The request rose in response to a magazine interview with Neruda’s chauffeur and body guard, Manuel Araya Osorio, who suggested Neruda did not die of natural causes.

On September 17, 1973, Neruda was admitted to the Santa Maria clinic in Santiago, suffering from prostate cancer, phlebitis, and a hip problem. He died in the clinic on September 23.

General Augusto Pinochet‘s military coup began on September 17. In the days after the coup, a Chilean warship was stationed off the coast, its cannons pointed directly at Neruda’s house, and authorities raided his home. Neruda reportedly said to them, “There is only one thing here that poses a danger to you: poetry.”

Mar 23, 2013
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Characters for your stories

Characters for your stories

by Dobby Gibson
You only have to make her one grilled cheese
in the suffocating heat of summer
while still wearing your wet swim trunks
to know what it’s like to be in love.
And you only have to sit once
for a haircut in the air conditioning
with the lovely stylist to forget all about it,
and to forget that anything in the universe
ever existed prior to the small, pink sweater
now brushing softly against your neck.
In this world, every birth is premature.
How else to explain all of this silence,
all of this screaming,
all of those Christmas card letters
about how well the kids are doing in school?
We’re all struggling to say the same old things
in new and different ways.
And so we must praise the new and different ways.
I don’t like Christmas.
I miss you that much.
For I, too, have heard the screaming,
and I, too, have tried to let it pass,
and still I’ve been up half the night
as if I were half this old,
and like you, I hate this kind of poetry
just as much as my life depends upon it.
They’re giving away tiny phones for free these days,
but they’ve only made
a decent conversation more precious.
One medicine stops the swelling,
another medicine stops the first medicine.
Just like you, I entered this world
made and kicking, and without you,
it’s precisely how I intend to go.

Poetry must resemble prose, and both must accept the vocabulary of their time.
William Butler Yeats on modern poetry in a rare 1936 BBC recording (via explore-blog)

Feb 17, 2013
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Charles bukowski

Charles bukowski

Backing Into Forward
by Jules Feiffer

Backing Into Forward

by Jules Feiffer

writersnoonereads:

Bolaño compiles a virtual canon of writers no one reads—including, in no. 8, our beloved Marcel Schwob—in his advice for writers of short stories. (via invisiblestoriestheparisreview)