1.
I come to you from a dark corner on the farm
I am studying Spanish el cielo se oscurece
yo siento algunas gotas de agua es de día buenos días
es la señorita Spanish, my glance
I come to you from Peru
a car crash outside Lima in The Attempt
a book without a theme with many events with no person no
personality
except the man who is telling it he’s not lying probably
he’s very calm
the wild man with the studded knife who weaned the cattle
now kills them mercilessly
a bloody mess
a bloody crash
South America = blood
it is that time & I am a woman
a woman who dreams of fucking women who fucks women is
not alone is not unusual
a party a dream a party a dream a reunion
J & M & the novelist is the hotel proprietor.
Whom will I sleep with? who’s here now? What is a mammal?
a sticky climate with insects
have you heard of the peccary?
& the many marsupials?
el sol principia a salir
2.
I come to you from the woods above Allen’s farm there is a view
at-a-glance everything moves
hace mucho viento
C & I take a walk
hermano y hermana
we talk about M & M
mean & women
& men who know what they want to do they just do it
women with mammal brain is naturally more just is so live with it
if you can’t
pitch a tent
I come to you from a big ache acres of land
there is no artificial paradise in South America
tengo mucho que hacer
la madrugada is the morning
3.
left to itself
I dream a Spanish dream
I say “left wing” because it is your grandmother’s
broken life
listen: start playing
playing: start, listening
your grandmother is talking but not saying anything. Her
gray bun
the Indian woman, black
her life on her back
over the mountain
listen
her sharp tongue is not at all like
any bird you could mention
me vuelo
vuelvo
I fly away I go back
I am an ancestor I am big & blond I am a mountain
I am conquistador
viajo
she speaks she mumbles she turns
not at all like
any bird you could mention
4.
not a way to go. an ocean. a lake. a
raging river.
the narrows
Someone is hungry
the children are hungry they don’t look like you
we are related but we are also related to the big dog and to the
dino dinosaur
con ella no pueden igualarse
los tesoros que la tierra
contiene ni el mar encubre
with to can not be compared the treasures which the earth
contains or
sea
hides
a woman is mi madre
solo solo
5.
sweating)
my lover’s arm touches the sky
it’s a sacred land between rock & river
sweet lazy watery blue
he’s so high
means: temper with a plan
means: of course
means: I’ve taken my chances
not sorry
not going back
he’s got arms of steel
he’s got a cock of steel
come, my sisters, & play with his long dark hair
6.
the lover
the hand that feeds the mother
the dogs barking
the guitar
no lo entiendo
I come I conquer
start playing
listen: temper with a plan
a woman who dreams of fucking women who fucks women is
not alone is not unusual
a bloody mess
South America equals blood
sweet lazy watery blue
restless dogs shaking collars in
half-sleep
ni el mar encubre
hombre y mujer
brother & sister
the novelist a hotel proprietor
amor
woman who dreams of
fucking
at a glance
everything moves
I come to you
tengo mucho que hacer
nada nada
whom will I sleep with? Who’s here now? what is a mammal?
7.
A sacred land between rock & river
restless dogs
gas lamps
fantastic storm
people turning in their old beds
big people mumbling & moving about
night birds
the wild man with the studded knife who weaned the cattle
now kills them mercilessly
hace claro de luna
know Spanish
put it in your mouth & roll it around
la cama means bed
where I go
& wait
esperemos
fíjese el plan, gracias
8.
I go I conquer I wake up
there is no artificial paradise in South America
a party a dream a reunion
mapping
a woman a mother a grandmother a lover
I wait I write I travel
I come to you from a dark corner on the farm
I come to you from Peru
climb by train
return by plane
I come to you from a dark corner on the farm
I wait I start I stop
my lover sleeps in the attic
big people stumble & move about
gas lamps
fantastic storm
know passion
know Spanish
a city built by conquistadors is never modest, never
dreaming
a woman, her life on her back
stoops
not at all like any bird you could mention
9.
el mar encubre
solo solo
above Allen’s farm there is a view & everything moves
men & women
take a walk
there is no paradise in North America
I write from a dark corner
in peace & quiet
my life on my back
I read & study
a book without a theme with many events
with no person no personality
whom will I sleep with? who’s right here? what is the country?
South America = blood
la madrugada is the morning
acres of land
I dream a Spanish dream
tempered with a plan
10.
the mother takes the lover
she mumbles she turns
a dog jumps on la cama
the man who weaned the cattle he’s very calm
a man with no themes no personality
over the mountain
night birds
not a way to go.
have you heard of the peccary & the many marsupials?
her sharp tongue
it’s a sacred land between rock & river
listen listen listen
a woman who dreams of fucking women who fucks women is
not unusual
is not alone
her master, the life on her back
her black hair, the only home you can mention
los tesoros que la tierra contiene
my lover sleeps above
someone is hungry
everything moves
restless dogs shake their collars in half-sleep
11.
a lake a raging
an ocean
narrows
we are related to the big dog
& the dinosaur
awake the “noticias”
a Latin beat, do you remember?
do you remember grandmother like a mountain
heaving?
wild?
con ella no pueden igualarse
ni el mar encubre
conquistador
ancestor
crash
I come to you from a big ache
left to itself
tengo mucho que hacer
12.
esperemos
mapping
mountains & a city shrouded in fog
mountains & a lover upstairs
he’s very calm
not sleeping probably
learn grow
climb by plane
a city built by conquerors is never modest, never dreaming
I dream a Latin dream
I dream a poet’s dream
el cielo se oscurece
a sticky climate with insects
men & women
woman with mammal brain
man with arms of steel
hermano y hermana
13.
with many events with no person no personality
where am I? with whom will I sleep?
she speaks she turns
what is the country?
mi madre
la madrugada
it’s that time
who dreams of fucking
night birds
a modern dream
14.
a country so big where is its mother?
I come to you from
studying passion
with to cannot be compared the treasures
which the earth contains or sea hides
a bloody mess
the radio blaring the noticias
hombre y mujer
come, my sisters, &
stumble in the dark
15.
solo solo
the wild man with the studded knife who weaned
the cattle now kills them mercilessly
this is a mother-book
me vuelo
this is dark-continent-time
I write to you from a corner on the farm
it’s dangerous
There is no artificial paradise in South America.