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Adventures in Reading 2019
2019 was a challenging year—deaths, health scares, creative dysfunction—but as ever, reading sustained me. I finally read Juan Rulfo‘s classic Pedro Páramo—one of those books that makes me wonder why I waited so long. It’s a visceral, phantasmagorical novel with all the psychic force of Greek tragedy. I knew that it is widely considered the first fully-realized instance of magical realism, and I can see how unlikely it would be for us to have One Hundred Years of Solitude without Rulfo’s influence.Read More
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Poetry Month 2016: Ovid
Tristia, Book IV, 10 Who was this I you read, this trifler in tender passions? You want to know, posterity? Then attend:— Sulmo is my homeland, where ice-cold mountain torrents make lush our pastures, and Rome is ninety miles off. Here I was born, in the year both consuls perished at Antony’s hands; heir (for what that’s worth) to an ancient family, no brand-new knight promoted just yesterday for his wealth.Read More
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Poetry Month 2016: Hayden Carruth
Ovid, Old Buddy, I Would Discourse with You a While upon mutability—if it were possible. But you don’t know me. Already you cannot conceive my making the second line of a poem so much longer than the first.Read More
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The Natural Poet
Don Quixote on poetry, in response to a gentleman whose son appears to be wasting his life as a scholar of the classics: “Señor, regarding your son’s lack of esteem for poetry in the modern languages, it is my understanding that he is mistaken, for this reason: the great Homer did not write in Latin because he was Greek, and Virgil did not write in Greek because he was Latin. In short, all the ancient poets wrote in their mother tongues, and they did not look for foreign languages in order to declare the nobility of their ideas.Read More
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Happy Valentine’s Day!
Ovid’s Amores, 1:5 A hot afternoon: siesta-time. Exhausted, I lay sprawled across my bed.One window-shutter was closed, the other stood half-open, And the light came sifting throughAs it does in a wood. It recalled that crepuscular glow at sunset Or the trembling moment between darkness and dawn,Just right for a modest girl whose delicate bashfulness Needs some camouflage.Read More