No comment. Marian Devotion My mother is not a club, neither the exclusive kind nor the sort men wield to beat their women into tiny boxes of silent femininity. My mother is the measure of what no man can be without grace, what all men could be if emptied of judgment and imbued with the … Read more…
What can I say about this one? It’s a shorter prose poem, one published toward the end of this book and written later than most of the others, in November 1879. I chose this one to translate next because it was quick, and the language was fairly accessible…but the content was rather deep and complex, … Read more…
On this sacred day we’ve come en masse to worship a strange and glitzy god in plush robes, electronic halo. From his broad golden hands smelling of perfume and leather pour markdowns, deals and bogos under silver-tinseled signs saying buy now or forever hold your peace. I’ve seen this god and his dazzling twenty-four-carat smile. … Read more…