Tag Archives: Poetry

Madame Bovary, Sasha Martinez

Regarding longing

Consider the peculiar dangers of provoking desire through the books one reads; how words on a page can remind you of a longing you thought you’d long ago calmed, or tease you into considering the weight of someone else’s gaze, or galvanize you into crossing a once interminable distance to take the wrong person’s hand in yours and confess a wanting. Consider this unflinching definition of desire, brought forward by Siri Hustvedt via the very first line of an essay: “Always a hunger for something, and it always propels us somewhere else, toward the thing that is missing.” (And, here, remind yourself of Anne Carson declaring, “Desire moves. Eros is a verb.”) See yourself armed—first with your library, and then perhaps (of course) with your longings. And then, please, consider yourself in a reality where you moved, arms laden with the books that compelled you. [Continue reading?]

A reunion with Disquiet, anyone?

So. At the close of June 2011, I picked up The Book of Disquiet by Fernando Pessoa. In the weeks that followed, I frequently dipped into the book–at first linearly, and then I had to throw up my arms and say, “Aw, fuck it,” and just opened the page at random. Always with my high-lighter aloft, […]

“Geography Lesson,” from Dark Hours, poems by Conchitina Cruz

I have met Conchitina Cruz, have glimpsed her name inside many books, on walls, know of her poetry through friends who swear by her work. Dark Hours is her first collection of poetry, and until very recently, I steered clear of it. I have read two poems of hers prior this book — and I’d […]

“. . . long after words have left you silent in your chair”

Lemme give you a helping of AwesomeSauce: [1] The Book Depository is now shipping to the Philippines. Dude. Also, be warned that I am now an affiliate because they make me happy, and I spent a chunk of this afternoon updating my wishlist, haha. When I post links to BD, and you buy something, I […]

marginalia || The Highest Hiding Place, by L. Lacambra Ypil

And now, for some local lit love: The Highest Hiding Place is the [long-awaited] first book of poems by L. Lacambra Ypil. He’s won several awards for his poetry and his nonfiction, and he’s currently teaching at the Ateneo de Manila University. I enrolled in his Poetry class about a year ago. I consider him […]