Monthly Archives: May 2011

He is raised up by what he buckles under: Orange Drums, Tyrone, 1966 by Seamus Heaney

One of my favorite poems. Orange Drums, Tyrone, 1966 Seamus Heaney The lambeg balloons at his belly, weighs Him back on his haunches, lodging thunder Grossly there between his chin and his knees. He is raised up by what he … Continue reading

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We’re not fighting! ¡No estamos peleando!

(Abajo la versión en Español) “¡No estamos peleando!” This was tío Mario’s refrain last Thursday night at Diego Pizza in Viña. I was sitting at the edge of the vortex of voices arguing passionately about the quality and affordability of … Continue reading

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