The duende stirs as a way of saying: you will only stay whole by moving—day after day, note after note, poem after poem—from one world to the next.” ~ Tracy K. Smith, from “Survival in Two Worlds at Once: Federico Garcia Lorca and Duende”

Published on May 22, 2012May 22, 2012 by Poietes

“Don’t leave me alone with self-
knowledge and these rich, fruitless, unspoken words.” ~ Dan Albergotti, from “Bad Language”

(Note: I know of no HTML coding that allows deliberate spaces within copy, so the only way that I could figure out how to put in this poem with all of the intended spaces was to convert it to a jpg. The result is a bit fuzzy, and I apologize. If you know of a better way, other than using the <pre> code, which makes the copy small, please let me know. Thanks.)

Music by Mariah McManus, “Shame on You”

5 thoughts on “The duende stirs as a way of saying: you will only stay whole by moving—day after day, note after note, poem after poem—from one world to the next.” ~ Tracy K. Smith, from “Survival in Two Worlds at Once: Federico Garcia Lorca and Duende””

AKluthe says:

May 22, 2012 at 11:29 PM

Lola,
I’ve emailed you over reasons of copyright infringement and ask that you please respond. I haven’t heard back, yet you’ve continued to update your blog, so I’m assuming you don’t check that email address often.

Thanks for your cooperation.

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1. poietes says:
  
  May 23, 2012 at 5:50 PM
  
  Andy,
  I’m very sorry, but I have never received any e-mail from you at my yahoo address. There is a chance that it may have been rerouted to my spam folder. I do not use the gmail address any more. If you would be so kind as to let me know here what the problem is, I promise to take care of it immediately. I try to be very conscientious about copyright and attribution, so if I have made a mistake, I would really like to know about it. Thank you.
  
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  1. AKluthe says:
    
    May 24, 2012 at 1:43 AM
    
    Thank you, Lola. I’ve sent a second email to your Yahoo address.
Leah in NC says:

May 22, 2012 at 8:49 PM

Very nice poem. I like.

It’s wet here. My class started – too soon. I guess I have become lazy. I was deep in Edward O. Wilson’s “The Future of Life” and I hate to put it down and memorize the respiratory system… Oh well…

N. brought home baby kittens from the store parking lot. I think she was hoping I’d adopt a few more… But, I think there is a limit to just how many cats a home can have without psychosis… I wish there were homes for all the kittens. I wish more people could find it in their hearts to spay and neuter.

I hope you are feeling good…

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1. poietes says:
  
  May 23, 2012 at 5:53 PM
  
  How sad about the kittens, and how senseless. But more importantly, how shameful leave them in a box in a parking lot. I just don’t understand people, not at all. I understand what you’re saying about adoping more, though. There is a limit as to how much a house can hold.
  
  Feeling okay. It’s very humid here. I wish that it would just rain already.
  
  The poem was a complete departure from my poetic style. Just came out of the keys kind of spontaneously, but then when I went to publish, all of the spaces were erased. Damn HTML……
  
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