Tag: Fall Poetry Feature
Forjado en Fuego
De Alex McHugh. Artículo original: Forged in Fire, del 14 de noviembre de 2020. Traducido al español por Diego Avila. Este poema forma parte de nuestro artículo de poesía de otoño de 2020, «La rabia es una emoción positiva» Templados, como el acero, nuestros lazos están fijados La presión aumenta En un horizonte infectado de…
Hijas de la Revolución Americana
De Laurel Palmer. Original publicado el 17 de noviembre de 2020 con el título Daughters of the American Revolution. Traducido al español por Diego Avila. Este poema forma parte de nuestro artículo de poesía de otoño de 2020, «La rabia es una emoción positiva» Hace poco, dos mujeres describieron a mi abuelo con el siguiente…
Creatio Ex Nihilo
De Can Standke. Título original: Creatio ex Nihilo del 15 de noviembre del 2020. Traducido al español por Diego Avila Este poema forma parte de nuestro artículo de poesía de otoño de 2020, “La rabia es una emoción positiva” Increíblemente simple parece Y no es de una sola ocurrencia No es de valor, ni raro Cuanto más se mira…
An Arch Why
Escrito por Josef Pritchard. Título original: An Arch Why, del 20 de noviembre del 2020. Traducido al español por Diego Avila. Este poema forma parte de nuestro artículo de poesía de otoño de 2020, «La rabia es una emoción positiva» Cuando el martillo cae, y el clavo se clava profundamente en la vena, atravesando los…
Monstruo
Prax. Artículo original: Monster, 23 de noviembre de 2020. Traducido al español por Camila Figueroa. Este poema forma parte de nuestro artículo de poesía de otoño de 2020, “La rabia es una emoción positiva”. Intentando tan jodidamente duro ser bueno pero pronto quizá veas lo único que se me da bien es joder las cosas…
su alteza
John Harbour Devlin. Título original: yr highness, de 21 de noviembre de 2020. Traducido al español por Camila Figueroa. Este poema forma parte de nuestro artículo de poesía de otoño de 2020, “La rabia es una emoción positiva”. ¿Y si la tuya es una canción revolucionaria que representa estas mil flores floreciendo y podemos mirar…
2020 September 8
Bet honest unhinged beats unhinged surveyed programmed disingenuous Disinformation here’s me disinforming me seven syllables unhinged from rhythm but I can count good. Kayfabe (you knew I’d say that) say the truth out loud though it goes against our faith (I’m talking to me) code-tapping on pipes insider wink, sacrifice negotiated unhinged from promise but…
Monster
Trying so fucking hard to be good but soon maybe you will see  the only thing that i am good at is fucking things up again and again and again at least you can depend on me for that right? you think that it is so sad when i am alone but when i am…
yr highness
what if yours is a revolutionary song that represents these thousand flowers blooming and we can look up at you all christ-eyed, skeletal with a green-screen or maybe a thorned god with ashen hooves? it’s mad that there could be a generation that finally sees all nation-states as bastard children. it’s mad that there could…
An Arch Why
When hammer falls, and nail is driven deep in vein, piercing those with hands to heaven, a raging flow of protest stirs, and the dam’s crack promises an empire’s dust. Tyrants fear, as the heart reclaims fallen blood its own, never again owed or again stolen, never to be the red in crime scene canvas,…
Isn’t Being Doomed the Whole Point?
We would be miserable if we were happy. When we’re not glowing like demons we’re dull. Dull with no halos or self-centered spotlights On us like sniper dots. If it were easy and nothing could haunt us And everyone fell into each other’s arms And slept in the hay like celestial lovers, That would be…
Daugters of the American Revolution
Two women recently described my grandfather in the following stark language: “He was a monster.” My mother drapes herself in a denial she thinks is wisdom. My mother told me to see the good–see the full person. Well I see the whole person. And I see the man who shook my aunt until she dropped…
Creatio Ex Nihilo
incredibly simple it seems and of no single occurrence it’s not of value, nor rare the more you look – it’s not there a pair of eyes won’t resolve what had to evolve a cancer set into the flesh enter a nest of a secret web spun you are aware it is there the footprints…
Forged in Fire
Tempered, as steel, our bonds are set The pressure builds On a horizon infected with death We walk forward Like the flickers of light That follow the spiral To the center of it all Falling in, we streak the sky Stretched by the inhumanity Demanded of our world And we hold tight Deep are the…
April 28, 2020
Excuse me – –             in which aisle                         do I find                         bootstraps             for the                         mentally                                     exhausted? Oh, nevermind. My wallet was stolen             by the man                         in the suit
No TERFS, No Patriarchy
When the temptation arises To discount one’s contributions to equality  Based solely on what might be between one’s legs Perhaps best not to do so Just because some humans have genitalia that dangle Grotesquely and profanely for all to see And other humans have secret gardens hidden from sight Means nothing in regard to misogyny;…
Malison Against Tyrants, Fascists, and Enslavers
Rise up! Powers of the Abyss!  I call forth the Abominations of Desolation—  Powers of Darkness, I summon Thee:  Entangle the Oppressors—  Serpents of Darkness, I summon Thee:  Fill the Oppressors with Venom—  May their every breath be laboured, that they may cease to breathe;  May their sustenance be Foul Poisons, that they may cease…
2020 September 13
Reminder I am Trump America Master Card Guantanamo I will janitor my retirement cleaning churches I attend and pretend belief in their services I use to shine mine, fooling no one on intent winning tolerance with kind Precariously, Word! Out of my mouth I get a five syllable word cha-cha heelingly hooked. Allusion? Most won’t…
Another Lost Comrade
Another death, Another dearly departed friend, Another memory where a comrade once stood. Another breath, When will it end? Why I’m still here, I’ve never understood. Why this time? Lack of healthcare? Overdose? Hate crime? Refusal to share? Beaten by police? Choked or shot? Or maybe just left In prison to rot? The questions dance…
Untitled I
Brown uniforms are real. Rifles are real. Soldiers are a social fiction. Blue uniforms exist and so do their guns. Policemen, my brothers and sisters, are a social fiction. So many primitive ways to keep us in check. Or is that too Budddhistic a view for you? Building a new world in the shell of the old Begins in your head. If you’re…
Anarchy and Democracy
Fighting Fascism
Markets Not Capitalism
The Anatomy of Escape
Organization Theory