11 mar. 2004

Book of the day Arboles que ya florecerán by Concha García. 2001. Prologue by Olvido García Valdés.

Todo rinde cuentas. Sin surcos
la mujer parece detenida
oreándose en un lugar
más anónimo que un presagio
explicado en tercera persona.

Amazing poetry, with a deep sense of alienation. Not dull like Adam Phillips (according to Nick P today), but with real psychological insight. "And the sad augurs mock at their own presage."


Bombs in the train station in Madrid. The victims could have included me, if I'd been there, or any number of my Spanish poet friends. A terrorist is simply a fascist who doesn't (yet) have the power of a state behind him.

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