In today’s podcast at 11AM Eastern:
A few words on Uruguayan writer Mario Benedetti and El sur también existe.
American and Latin American Politics, Society, and Culture
By Fausta
In today’s podcast at 11AM Eastern:
A few words on Uruguayan writer Mario Benedetti and El sur también existe.
By Fausta
My latest post, Rubber Ducky Science, is up at LadyBlog. Please read it and leave a comment!
Please also note that today’s podcast is a poetry slam with my friend Jane, with a patriotic theme. We’ll be on at 7PM Eastern. You can listen to the podcast here. The call in number is 646 652-2639. Join us!
By Fausta
Haunted? only with laughter!
Earler,
Jane Goodwin‘s back with more poetry, and it’s Halloween, so we’ll combine every theme and add a few spooky poems to the mix. Call in with your favorites!
Chat’s open at 6:45PM, and the call in number is 646 652-2639. Join us!
By Fausta
Chat’s open now, and the call in number is 646 652-2639. Join us with your favorite poems!
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My friend Jane asked for a Poetry Slam podcast, and I gladly agreed. You can listen to the podcast here.
Siggy and Richard Fernandez, and callers Zen and Shiva joined in.
Jane read To Be Invisible in the 21st Century, Siggy read The Soldier by Rupert Brooke (who, as Richard mentioned died of a mosquito bite), and Shiva and Zen read their own poetry. Richard recited Phillippine prison poetry in Tagalog and English,
Lumipas ang panahon
Unti-unting nalalagas and dahon ng kalendaryo
Ang limutin kita ay hindi ko magagawa
Ang limutin mo ako ikaw ang bahalaTime fleets by
The leaves of the calendar fall
You always will forget me
Though I cling to your ghost
Like a pall
We had such a good time that Jane asked for more, so we’ll be back next Friday at 7PM Eastern. Join us!
By Fausta
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Val Prieto, Siggy and others will be calling in.
Join us and call 646 652-2639 with your favorite poem! Chat’s open at 9:45AM.
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Via Pamela
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don’t even know the name
But if I did, well really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light
In every word
It doesn’t matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn’t much
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you
And even though
It all went wrong
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah