Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Just in time for Valentine's Day...

Hearts by Jim Dine

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Sweetness, Always - Dulce, Siempre

painting, Mary Heebner; translation, Alastair Reid

Why such harsh machinery?
Why, to write down the happenings
and people of every day,
must poems be dressed up in gold,
in old and grim stone?

I prefer verses of felt or feather
which scarcely weigh, soft verses
with the intimacy of beds
where people have loved and dreamed.
I prefer poems stained
by hands and everydayness.

Verses of pastry that melt
into milk and sugar in the mouth,
air and water to drink,
the bites and kisses of love.
I long for eatable sonnets,
poems of flour and honey.

Vanity keeps nudging us
to lift ourselves skyward
or to make deep and useless
tunnels underground.
So we forget the joyous
love-needs of our bodies.
We forget about pastries.
We are not feeding the world.

In Madras a long time since,
I saw a sugary pyramid,
a tower of confectionery—
one level after another,
and in the construction, rubies,
and other blushing delights,
medieval and yellow.

Someone soiled his hands
to cook up so much sweetness.

Brother poets from here
and there, from earth and sky,
from Medellín, from Veracruz,
Abyssinia, Antofagasta,
do you know how to make a honeycomb?

Let’s forget about all that stone.

Let your poetry fill up
the equinoctial pastry shop
our mouths long to devour—
the mouths of all the children
and the poor adults also.
Don’t go on without seeing,
relishing, understanding
so many hearts of sugar.

Don’t be afraid of sweetness.

With us or without us,
sweetness will go on living
and is infinitely alive,
and forever being revived,
for it’s in the mouth,
whether singing or eating,
that sweetness belongs.


Por qué esas materias tan duras?
Por qué para escribir las cosas
y los hombres de cada día
se visiten los versos con oro,
con Antigua piedra espantosa?

Quiero versos de tela o pluma
que apenas pesan, versos tibios
con la intimidad de las camas
donde la gente amó y soñó.
Quiero poemas mancillados
por las manos y el cada día.

Versos de hojaldre que derritan
leche y azúcar en la boca,
el aire y el agua se beben,
el amor se muerde y se besa,
quiero sonetos comestibles,
poemas de miel y de harina.

La vanidad anda pidiéndonos
que nos elevemos al cielo
o que hagamos frofundos túneles
inútiles bajo la tierra.
Y así olvidamos menesteres
deliciosamente amorosos,
se nos olvidan los pastels,
no damos de comer al mundo.

En Madras hace un tiempo largo
vi una pirámide azucarada,
una torre de dulcería.
Cada unidad sobre otra y otra
y en la arquitectura, rubies,
y otras delicias sonrosadas,
mediovales y amarillas.

Alguien se ensució las manos
amamando tanta dulzura.

Hermanos poetas de aquí,
de allá, de la tierra y del cielo,
de Medellín, de Veracruz,
de Abisinia, de Antofagasta,
con qué se hicieron los panales?

Dejémonos de tanta piedra!

Que tu poesía desborde
la equinoccial pastelería
que quieren devorar nuestras bocas,
todas las bocas de los niños
y todos los pobres adultos.
No sigan solos sin mirar
sin apetecer ni entender
tantos corazones de acúcar.

No tengan miedo a la dulzura.

Sin nosotros o con nosotros
lo dulce seguirá viviendo
y es infinitamente vivo,
eternamente redivivo,
porque en plena boca del hombre
para cantar o para comer
está mituada la dulzura.

**Pablo Neruda (1904-1973) was born in Parral, Chile. In 1971 he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. Alastair Reid, a poet and translator of Latin American writers, is originally from Scotland. He won the PEN Kolovakos Award for Translation in 2001. Mary Heebner is an artist based in Santa Barbara, California. Her work is published alongside Neruda's poems and Reid's translations in Intimacies: Poems of Love by Pablo Neruda.

Friday, December 18, 2009

(Post)Modern Love: Goodbye to Monument Valley

by Courtney Heins

I remember us dancing on the kitchen tile
You had John Wayne’s rhythm and Gary Cooper’s smile
And just like in the movies
Away you stole
I fell asleep before the ending
And cried…as the credits rolled

Why does everything certain
become everything changed
I turn my back to hang the curtain
My whole life gets rearranged
And I’ve fallen hard
And I’ve fallen fast
And I’ve never caught the moment
‘Fore its fallen to the past

Well I’ve worked all day long at this Circus Saloon
Flirted with the cowboys
And waltzed with the broom
But love don’t pay the bills
Just like minimum wage
It’s the least I can get
But the most I’ve ever made

Is this really me
Is this the life I’ve laid
If I trusted the moon
He’d be the first to fade
And I’ve fallen hard
And I’ve fallen fast
And I’ve never caught the moment
‘Fore its fallen to the past

Well you made your reservations on the first-class car
But you didn’t have the courage to go very far
You’re just a second-hand, second-class silver-screen star
Drinkin’ love on the rocks
And smokin’ homespun cigars

Well I danced with a dreamer
Then stepped out of the light
And realized you just weren’t that cowboy in white
You left your girl on the tracks for some villain to steal
And its about time you noticed that this life ain’t real

Goodbye to Monument Valley I’m not your Natalie Wood
You don’t have to save me
Not that you ever could
‘Cuz I’ve fallen hard And I’ve fallen fast
And I haven’t caught that moment
‘Fore its fallen to the past

The doors are locked
There’s rice on the stove
Understand Your Man playin’ on my radio
But the window’s cracked
The gas won’t light
And it looks like its just me and Johnny tonight

‘Cuz see he’s fallen hard
And he’s fallen fast
And he’s come to make me see
Some things are better in the past
He’s fallen hard
And he’s fallen fast
But he’s come to make me realize
If it’s a great love, it will last

Courtney Heins is an Americana singer/songwriter with roots in Indiana and Boston. She currently resides in Los Angeles with her cool dog, Creedence. Her music can be found on iTunes or at www.refolk.com.

Friday, November 27, 2009

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

A Creative Romance - Almodóvar & Cruz

Pedro Almodóvar discusses his new film Broken Embraces, in particular his work with Penélope Cruz:

The trailer:

Monday, November 2, 2009

La Dolce Gilda

From an SNL spoof of a Fellini film, back in the '70s. They re-aired it shortly after Gilda Radner's death. Video is nowhere to be found, but a most beautiful piece, especially the ending:

Gilda: You're still following me? Stop! Leave me alone! [ walks away, then turns around and smiles] I'm just teasing. Come here. Come.. closer. You know I love you, my little monkey. But leave me my dreams. Dreams are like paper, they tear so easily. I love to play. But every time I play.. you win. Ciao. [ she walks away ]

[ a mime holding a balloon opens his coat to reveal a paper heart glued to his chest, then releases his balloon.]

Monday, October 19, 2009

The Kiss by Gustav Klimt

Writing exercise:
What does this painting/image conjure up for you? Write for three minutes uninterrupted starting...now!

Monday, October 12, 2009

The Wedding Scene

From Rob Reiner's The Princess Bride starring Robin Wright.

Mawwage, "...that dream within a dream..."