Submerged in due dates.
Here’s what’s arrived in the center of (my) radar:
and then, from Roberto Bolano
DON’T WRITE POEMS BUT SENTENCES
Write prayers that you will whisper
before writing those poems
you will think you never wrote
Strange gratuitous occupation To go losing your hair
and your teeth The ancient ways of being educated
Odd complacency (The poet doesn’t wish to be greater
than others) Not wealth or fame or even just
poetry Maybe this is the only way
to avoid fear Settle into fear
like one inhabiting slowness
Ghosts we all possess Simply
waiting for someone or something in the ruins
MY LITERARY CAREER
Rejections from Anagrama, Grijalbo, Planeta, certainly also
Mondadori. A no from Muchnik, Seix Barral, Destino… All
the publishers… All the readers
All the sales managers…
Under the bridge, while it rains, a golden opportunity
to take a look at myself:
like a snake in the North Pole, but writing.
Writing poetry in the land of idiots.
Writing with my son on my knee.
Writing until night falls
with the thunder of a thousand demons.
The demons who will carry me to hell,
all poem like creatures – Roberto Bolano