#Richard Blanco

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Richard Blanco, on overcoming the fear of poetry, 2019

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One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores, peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies. One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story told by our silent gestures moving behind windows.

My face, your face, millions of faces in morning’s mirrors, each one yawning to life, crescendoing into our day: pencil-yellow school buses, the rhythm of traffic lights, fruit stands: apples, limes, and oranges arrayed like rainbows begging our praise. Silver trucks heavy with oil or paper— bricks or milk, teeming over highways alongside us, on our way to clean tables, read ledgers, or save lives— to teach geometry, or ring-up groceries as my mother did for twenty years, so I could write this poem.

All of us as vital as the one light we move through, the same light on blackboards with lessons for the day: equations to solve, history to question, or atoms imagined, the “I have a dream” we keep dreaming, or the impossible vocabulary of sorrow that won’t explain the empty desks of twenty children marked absent today, and forever. Many prayers, but one light breathing color into stained glass windows, life into the faces of bronze statues, warmth onto the steps of our museums and park benches as mothers watch children slide into the day.

One ground. Our ground, rooting us to every stalk of corn, every head of wheat sown by sweat and hands, hands gleaning coal or planting windmills in deserts and hilltops that keep us warm, hands digging trenches, routing pipes and cables, hands as worn as my father’s cutting sugarcane so my brother and I could have books and shoes.

The dust of farms and deserts, cities and plains mingled by one wind—our breath. Breathe. Hear it through the day’s gorgeous din of honking cabs, buses launching down avenues, the symphony of footsteps, guitars, and screeching subways, the unexpected song bird on your clothes line.

Hear: squeaky playground swings, trains whistling, or whispers across café tables, Hear: the doors we open for each other all day, saying: hello / shalom, buon giorno / howdy / namaste / or buenos días in the language my mother taught me—in every language spoken into one wind carrying our lives without prejudice, as these words break from my lips.

One sky: since the Appalachians and Sierras claimed their majesty, and the Mississippi and Colorado worked their way to the sea. Thank the work of our hands: weaving steel into bridges, finishing one more report for the boss on time, stitching another wound or uniform, the first brush stroke on a portrait, or the last floor on the Freedom Tower jutting into a sky that yields to our resilience.

One sky, toward which we sometimes lift our eyes tired from work: some days guessing at the weather of our lives, some days giving thanks for a love that loves you back, sometimes praising a mother who knew how to give, or forgiving a father who couldn’t give what you wanted.

We head home: through the gloss of rain or weight of snow, or the plum blush of dusk, but always—home, always under one sky, our sky. And always one moon like a silent drum tapping on every rooftop and every window, of one country—all of us— facing the stars hope—a new constellation waiting for us to map it, waiting for us to name it—together

Richard Blanco

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Baron Wormser: The Missing Poet

It goes without saying that a poet will not be reading a poem at the inauguration of Donald Trump. The tradition, such as it has been, is for Democrats to favor poetry and Republicans to pass. Some of us remember Robert Frost at John F. Kennedy’s inauguration, his aged presence a spirited yet heart-tugging foil to the youthful president. Since poets are steeped in the liberal arts and since…

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Once upon a Time: Surfside, Miami 

BY RICHARD BLANCO

Once and once again I am as I remember

myself. Thirty years later, I can still savor

the sway of these palms fanning this same

wind into syllables whispering good morning

in my eyes, saving these todays when I can

no longer hear how to live out this passion

for breaking myself into poems like this, like

these waves that once upon a time are again

my loyal loves still kissing my feet as I stroll

this shore and glance back at my footprints

again washed away. The salty salve of these

breezes I breathe, living once again with all

my joyous regrets for all I’ve done right or

wrong, for all I am now, that is enough, yet

not enough, for who I wanted to be once,

still searching this sea, still facing this same

silent horizon, I ask again: Who am I? What

should I do? The answer, as always: Everything.

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RICHARD BLANCO "Burning in the Rain"

Someday compassion would demand I set myself free of my desire to recreate my father, indulge in my mother’s losses, strangle lovers with words, forcing them to confess for me and take the blame. Today was that day: I tossed them, sheet by sheet on the patio and gathered them into a pyre. I wanted to let them go in a blaze, tiny white dwarfs imploding beside the azaleas and ficus bushes, let them crackle, burst like winged seeds, let them smolder into gossamer embers— a thousand gray butterflies in the wind. Today was that day, but it rained, kept raining. Instead of fire, water—drops knocking on doors, wetting windows into mirrors reflecting me in the oaks. The garden walls and stones swelling into ghostlier shades of themselves, the wind chimes giggling in the storm, a coffee cup left overflowing with rain. Instead of burning, my pages turned into water lilies floating over puddles, then tiny white cliffs as the sun set, finally drying all night under the moon into papier-mâché souvenirs. Today the rain would not let their lives burn.

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by Jeff Dekal

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I started doing recaps of Housewives! Let me know if you think I should continue this, or any ways to improve :)

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Infinite Playlist 2023 | EP

1. Live For Me, Omar Apollo

2. the rest, boygenius

3. RR, ROSALÍA, Rauw Alejandro

4. Boys of Faith, Zach Bryan

5. Postcards From Italia, Mykki Blanco

6. Sandhills, Toro y Moi

7. Become, Beach House

8. Paradise, Wishy

9. Forever Means, Angel Olsen

10. extra life, crushed

11. The Architect, Dawn Richard

12. Submersive Behaviour, Tropical Fuck Storm

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Tremors 3 - Ritorno a Perfection

Benvenuti o bentornati sul nostro blog. Nello scorso articolo siamo passati all’animazione, cercando di fare alternanza, e per cambiare abbiamo deciso di prendere in esame la Sony Animation Pictures con una delle loro commedie che trovo interessante, Hotel Transylvania. Il Conte Dracula, per proteggere sua figlia Mavis dagli umani, decide di costruire un hotel dedicato ai soli mostri e che possa…

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Bad movie I have Titanic 1953

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Richard Blanco, on writer's block, 2019

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Richard Blanco

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favourite poems of july

knar gavin strindberg grey

dahlia ravikovitch the love of an orange (tr. chana bloch)

danez smith summer, somewhere

hannah gamble your invitation to a modest breakfast: “your invitation to a modest breakfast”

claire schwartz lecture on the history of the house

joseph brodsky collected poems in english, 1972-1999: “a part of speech”

ralph angel twice removed: “alpine wedding”

bob hicok insomnia diary: “spirit ditty of no fax-line dial tone”

caleb klaces language is her caravan

philip good & bernadette mayer alternating lunes

hester knibbe light-years (tr. jacquelyn pope)

tracy k. smith life on mars: “the universe as primal scream”

rigoberto gonzález other fugitives and other strangers: “the strangers who find me in the woods”

stephen edgar murray dreaming

james schuyler other flowers: uncollected poems: “light night”

amy beeder because our waiters are hopeless romantics

diane seuss backyard song

tomás q. morín love train

safiya sinclair the art of unselfing

carol muske-dukes skylight: “the invention of cuisine”

peter gizzi the outernationale: “vincent, homesick for the land of pictures”

william matthews selected poems and translations, 1969-1991: “onions”

c.k. williams butcher

mark mccloskey the smell of the woods

jennifer chang the age of unreason

richard blanco city of a hundred fires: “contemplations at the virgin de la caridad cafeteria, inc.”

bob hicock the pregnancy of words

j. allyn rosser impromptu 

carl phillips then the war

stephanie young ursula or university: “essay”

gloria e. anzaldúa the new speakers

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“El termómetro del éxito es la envidia de los descontentos”

Salvador Dalí

Fue un pintor, escultor, grabador, escenógrafo y escritor español, nacido en Figueras en Cataluña en mayo de 1904. Se le considera uno de los máximos representantes del surrealismo.

Su padre era un abogado de clase media y notario de carácter estricto, pero tamizado por el de su madre quien alentaba los intereses artísticos de su hijo.

Dalí tuvo antes una hermana y un hermano que falleció, y del cual su padre a quien había puesto también el nombre de Salvador, le dijo que Dalí era la reencarnación de su hermano muerto, una idea de la que él llegó a creer.

En 1916, Dali descubrió la pintura contemporánea, y, alentado por un artista local amigo de la familia, el padre de Dalí lo envió a clases de pintura.

En 1921, cuando Dalí tenia 16 años, muere su madre, hecho que describiría como “el golpe mas fuerte que había recibido en su vida”. Tras su muerte, el padre de Dalí contrajo matrimonio con la hermana de su madre, hecho que Salvador jamás aprobó.

Dali pasó su juventud en Madrid y Paris, estudió en la Real Academia de Bellas Artes De San Fernando 

En ese tiempo, Dalí atrajo la atención al adoptar una actitud y carácter de un excéntrico dandi, lucia larga melena con patillas, gabardinas y medias al estilo de los artistas victorianos.

En 1924, Dali se familiarizó con el dadaísmo, un movimiento cultural y artístico creado con el fin de contrariar las artes, siendo esta una influencia que lo marcaría por el resto de su vida. En parís, en 1926 conoce a Pablo Picasso, a quien el joven Dalí admiraría profundamente. Picasso ya había recibido algunos comentarios elogiosos por parte de Joan Miró, y con el paso del tiempo, Dali desarrolló un estilo propio y se convirtió a su vez en una referencia y en un factor influyente en la pintura de estos.

En 1929, colaboró con el director de cine Luis Buñuel en la redacción del polémico cortometraje “El perro Andaluz” y en 1931, pintó una de sus obras mas celebres “La persistencia de la memoria”, obra en la que según algunas teorías, ilustró su rechazo del tiempo como una entidad rígida o determinista.

En 1940 con la Segunda Guerra Mundial, Dalí y su esposa Gala, huyeron a los Estados Unidos, donde vivieron durante 8 años, para después regresar a Cataluña en tiempos de la dictadura, por lo que algunos sectores progresistas lo hicieron blanco de muchas críticas.

Dalí describió un extenso y personal universo simbólico a lo largo de su obra, sus habilidades pictóricas se suelen atribuir a la influencia y admiración por el arte renacentista. Tuvo la capacidad de consolidar un estilo genuinamente personal y palpable al primer contacto.

En enero de 1989, mientras escuchaba su disco favorito Tristan e Isolda de Richard Wagner, murió a causa de un paro cardiorrespiratorio en Figueras a la edad de 84 años.

Fuente: Wikipedia

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Radio music DLC update 2 added songs:

Radio Amusement 5280:

The Shoes - Time To Dance (Sebastian Remix)

Foster the People - Houdini

OK Go - This Too Shall Pass (Shoes Remix)

Chromeo - Ballad Of The Insomniacs

Leopard Davinci & Louis 707 - Next To Me

LSD - Genius

Purple Disco Machine - Something On My Mind (Braxe + Falcon Remix)

BLANCO - Ancora, Ancora, Ancora

Oliver Malcolm - Switched Up

Radio Gotham:

Joey Valence & Brae - HOOLIGANG

Ro$$ Mac - A Dub

Mike Will Made It - Bars Of Soap (feat. Swae Lee)

Katori Walker - Uncomfortable

Celph Titled - Murder Death Kill (Instrumental)

Run the Jewels - Down (feat. Joi)

Jeshi - Protein v2 (feat. Obongjayar, Westside Boogie)

Salmo - RESPIRA (feat. Marracash)

Dawn Richard - Babe Ruth