MARSDEN HARTLEY (1877/1943), AMERICAN PAINTER: All colors of naturalism mystical and transcendental
BY ONE WHO PASS’D FOR CHAMBERMAID: Poetry, by Ebenezer Cook
BY ONE WHO PASS’D FOR CHAMBERMAID By one who pass’d for Chamber-Maid. Tho’ by her loose and sluttish Dress, She rather seem’d a Bedlam-Bess. Curious to know from whence she came, I prest her to declare her Name. She Blushing, seem’d to hide her Eyes, And thus in Civil Terms replies: In better Times, e’er to this Land, I was …
Read More »TIMELESS BOOKS: Islands in the Stream, Ernest Hemingway
ISLANDS IN THE STREAM “Bimini”, “Cuba” and “the sea”. A trilogy of the sea, where you will know Thomas Hudson and his inner conflicts, where you can relive the atmosphere of old Havana, and you can – finally – get the archipelago “Jardines del Rey”, and you seem to hear something that comes from a distance, from another novel by …
Read More »WIFREDO LAM (1902/1982), CUBAN PAINTER: Atmospheres realistic and cubistic, in the primitive graffiti
NOT ALL ENDS: Poetry, by Fina GarcÃa Marruz
NOT ALL ENDS Not everything ends. It all starts as a whimper. It all begins, and with reddened eyes. Ah, father. Pain generates. I love sleeping on a leaf. Enchantment blue is love. Red carnation as exploding in the shadows, pale, ardent love is. It all begins. At times, breaking the mass of clouds, the penalty had so hoped. Will …
Read More »WHEN THE MUSIC BECOMES POETRY: Guantanamera, by Joseito Fernandez
GUANTANAMERA Yo soy un hombre sincero, de donde crece la palma, y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos del alma. Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera, mi verso es de un verde claro, y de un carmin encendido. Mi verso es un ciervo herido, que busca en el monte amparo. Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera, cultivo una rosa blanca, en Julio como en Enero, …
Read More »FEDERICO CANTU’ GARZA (1907/1989), MEXICAN PAINTER: “All I can not avoid is making art”
BLOOD: Poetry, by Carmen Boullosa
BLOOD If it is the moon that governs the tides, what strange star controls the blood of our two different bodies? It is a star that your eyes can not see, not even mine, it lives hidden by the moon and the sun. His subject cruel plays with the signs of its particles, without fear to get in danger of …
Read More »TIMELESS BOOKS: Story of a Seagull and the Cat who taught her to fly, by Luis Sepúlveda
Although this book is offered to students in schools, for nearly twenty years, also adults read its pages, but with the eyes of children. Reading a mother gull named Kengah, in Hamburg, you too will discover the magic of the group life and migration, the dip in the sea (looking herring), the danger of oil slicks, to know a strange …
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