Enjoyed talking with Catalina Sofia Dansberger Duque from the Huffington Post. She asked some good questions. Excerpts from the telephone interview are posted by Catalina on the Huffington Post:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/catalina-sofia-dansberger-duque/post_9687_b_7826144.html?utm_hp_ref=arts&ir=Arts
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Saturday, July 4, 2015
When you write
When you write, suddenly everything has meaning. As if the writing life has afforded you this lens that brightens and highlights the world. I go around with this highlighter, trees turn fluorescent green, words in books, people's faces, I am standing on top of a chrome hillside, the distant world, engaged.
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Geography, Nature, Brutality, Family
These days I've been thinking about the civilisational forces that lead to the creation of cities. Something about the power human beings exercise over nature and space is mirrored in the brutality within families. The beauty, the community, the order, that's for another conversation.
UNTITLED*
The light is dim
The cars speed silently outside on the tar roads
The light is dim
The cat moves silently through your house of ice
The cat is white
The light too dim to make it out against the white washed walls
The light too dim
To watch the street, to see the phantom cars
To know that I
Watch you in the dark, I watch you, father
As you eat your
Dinner, eight years you have eaten without me.
*From my chapbook, Towers of Silence, published in 2004 by Aark Arts.
UNTITLED*
The light is dim
The cars speed silently outside on the tar roads
The light is dim
The cat moves silently through your house of ice
The cat is white
The light too dim to make it out against the white washed walls
The light too dim
To watch the street, to see the phantom cars
To know that I
Watch you in the dark, I watch you, father
As you eat your
Dinner, eight years you have eaten without me.
*From my chapbook, Towers of Silence, published in 2004 by Aark Arts.
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