Pablo Neruda's Love Sonnet 50: A Translation
50Cotapos dice que tu risa cae como un halcón desde una brusca torre y, es verdad, atraviesas el follaje del mundo con un solo relámpago de tu estirpe celeste que cae, y corta, y saltan las lenguas del rocío, las aguas del diamante, la luz con sus abejas y allí donde vivía con su barba el silencio estallan las granadas del sol y las estrellas, se viene abajo el cielo con la noche sombría, ...
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Your Godly sweat...
Your Godly sweat Just an infinitesimal droplet of its mesmerizinggolden upon my lips; was enough to irrefutablyperpetuate the corridors of ardently untamed longingin my diminutively disheveled persona, Just an inconspicuous droplet of its enchanting goldenupon my eyelashes; was enough to catapult me beyondthe aisles of unprecedented fantasy; for centuriespricelessly immemorial, Just a ...
On the Anthology Diet
I'm a slow writer. Poems enter at will; the chapters of the memoir and the novel flow slow blood through my arms. So I often delay the satisfaction of publication until the faraway completion of these manuscripts.. Writing without publishing is a fast, a little bit of a deprivation of essential writing vitamins. Writing energy suffers, the electro-lytes clog the writing muscles and I am in need ...
Ad Astra Mr. Newman
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You lived in my heart...
You lived in my heart You lived in my intricate eyes when I saw the world; taught me todiscerninglydistinguish between the good and evil, You lived in my ears when I listened to sound; made me stringentlyaware ofthe most minuscule of voice in proximity, You lived in my feet when I traversed the parched earth; making surethat mytoes remained reinvigorated at all times, You lived in my ...
MM's Window on the World: Online Dating,...
Okay. Now you can exhale. Here is the story about Clark. I might first mention that Clark was (and is) an illusion - including to himself. I suppose that was his charm and attraction. But maybe, just maybe, that will already set up a couple of red flags in your mind. Other than that, Clark was perfect.I had spotted his profile on Match.com, sent to me by the Match selection gods. He seemed to be ...
Monday Morning: the Babies Will Be Here...
Today is the first day of my new job, watching the babies full-time. They'll be here, bag and baggage, in an hour, and stay 'til suppertime. Mostly I'm looking forward to this, but today is going to be in the mid-nineties, which will make things difficult. I need to get to the bank to cash my check from watching BabyJ on Friday, which will necessitate taking the babies outside, so will try ...
In turbulent economic times, focus and execution...
In this economic climate of shrinking budgets and diminished consumer attention, there are two valuable lessons marketers should take away from the brilliant campaign run by the Obama team. Lesson one: Stay focused on a simple, core idea for your brand which, in the President-elect’s case was “change you can believe in.” Lesson two: Execute on this idea relentlessly. What Obama did so ...
The Author Signing Two-Step
The door opened. Two steps forward. Stop. Two to the left. And a scurry down the nearest aisle. This dance, repeated person after person, was choreographed to avoid me, seated at a table that the manager had placed near the front door. I learned during my recent book tour that authors intimidate book buyers the way Jehovah Witnesses, cameramen, psychologists, and government agents frighten ...
