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Between Words by Gary Soto (appeared in Poetry Magazine, January 1984)
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Holidays: Christmas in Orange
I peeled my orange
That was so bright against
The gray of December
That, from some distance,
Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands.
#Gary Soto#orange#Orange Christmas#Christmas orange#Christmas#christmas aesthetic#christmas moodboard#Christmas mood#christmas decoration#christmas time#christmas season#christmas spirit#christmas countdown#christmas love#christmas theme#holidays#Holiday moodboard#holiday aesthetic#moodboard#aesthetic
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Gary Soto, The Plum’s Heart
#gary soto#poetry#the plum's heart#poem#cuvinte potrivite#us the half-bitten who bring on the flies...
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#gary soto#oranges#listen nobodies posted it on tumblr in full only snippets#that i can find. i wanted to reblog it bc im in my oranges feelings
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The Wrestler’s Heart // Gary Soto
I had no choice but to shave my hair And wrestle — thirty guys humping one another On a mat. I didn't like high school. There were no classes on archeology, And the girls were too much like flowers To bother with them. My brother, I think, Was a hippie, and my sister, I know, Was the runner-up queen of the Latin American Club When I saw her in the cafeteria, waved And said things like, Debbie, is it your turn To do the dishes tonight? she would smile and Make real scary eyes. When I saw my brother In his long hair and sissy bell-bottom pants, He would look through me at a little snotty Piece of gum on the ground. Neither of them Liked me. So I sided with the wrestling coach, But first there was wrestling, young dudes In a steamy room, and coach with his silver whistle, His clipboard, his pencil behind his clubbed ear. I was no good. Everyone was larger In the showers, their cocks like heavy wrenches, Their hair like the scribbling of a mad child. I would lather as best I could to hide What I didn't have, then walk home In the dark. When we wrestled Madera High, I was pinned in twelve seconds. My Mom threw me a half stick of gum From the bleachers. She shouted, It's Juicy Fruit! And I just look at her. I looked at The three spectators, all crunching corn nuts, Their faces like punched-in paper bags. We lost that night. The next day in Biology I chewed my half stick of Juicy Fruit And thought about what can go wrong In twelve seconds. The guy who pinned Me was named Bloodworth, a meaningful name. That night I asked Mom what our name meant in Spanish. She stirred crackling papas and said it meant Mexican. I asked her what was the worst thing that happened To her in the shortest period Of time. She looked at my stepfather's chair And told me to take out the garbage. That year I gained weight, lost weight, And lost more matches, nearly all by pins. I wore my arm in a sling when I got blood poisoning from a dirty fingernail. I liked that. I liked being hurt. I even went so far As limping, which I thought would attract girls.
One day at lunch the counselor called me to his office. I killed my sandwich in three bites. In his Office of unwashed coffee mugs, He asked what I wanted from life. I told him I wanted to be an archeologist, And if not that, then an oceanographer. I told him that I had these feelings I was Chinese, that I had lived before And was going to live again. He told me To get a drink of water and that by fifth period I would reconsider what I was saying. I studied some, dated once, ate the same sandwich Until it was spring in most of the trees That circled the campus, and wrestling was over. Then school was over. That summer I mowed lawns, Picked grapes, and rode my bike Up and down my block because it was good For heart and legs. The next year I took Driver's Ed. Coach was the teacher. He said, Don't be scared But you're going to see some punks Getting killed. If you're going to cry, Do it later. He turned on the projector, A funnel of silver light that showed motes of dust Then six seconds of car wreck from different angles. The narrator with a wrestler's haircut came on. His face was thick like a canned ham Sliding onto a platter. He held up a black tennis shoe. He said, The boy who wore this sneaker is dead. Two girls cried. Three boys laughed. Coach smiled and slapped the clipboard Against his leg, kind of hard. With one year of wresting behind me, I barely peeked but thought, Six seconds for the kid with the sneakers, Twelve seconds for Bloodworth to throw me on my back. Tough luck in half the time.
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Femme Soto
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Gary Soto
Chiapas
There is the one who turns
A spoon over like a letter,
Reading the teeth-marks
Older than his own;
The one who strikes a match,
Its light flowering
In his eyes,
The smoke in his throat;
The one who opens the mouth
Of a dog to listen
To the sea, white-tipped
And blind, feel its way to shore.
At night
They walk in the streets,
The dust skirting their legs
Raw with lice
And the wind funneled
Through a doorway
Where someone might pray
For a loaf of good luck.
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Somewhere the old follow
Their canes down
A street where the front
Pages of a newspaper
Scuttle faceless
And the three-legged dog hops home.
A door is locked twice
And flies ladder a scale of fish.
Somewhere a window yellows
From a lantern. A child
With fever, swabbed in oils
And mint, his face
Spotted like an egg,
His cry no different
Than the cry
That shakes the trees lean.
A candle is lit for the dead
Two worlds ahead of us all.
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Speaking of similar names...
I was trying to think of a book I read that I thought was by Gary Paulsen. The book I was thinking of was called Baseball in April and it was actually by Gary Soto.
Who knew there were two authors with the same name. Maybe it was Gary Soto that I read a lot of.
I have definitely read the book as I recognize the first story.
I know I have definitely read two other Gary Soto books as I recognize the covers.
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We read Gary Soto in the English classes I teach. When I saw that another English teacher had this book on her Amazon wish list, I decided to buy a copy.
It was a lot smaller than I thought it would be and a very fast read. I enjoyed it.
Everyone should read more poetry.
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"Someone might have thought
I was making a fire in my hands"
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#art#my art#spamton#spamton g spamton#deltarune#HAD SO OOO MUCH FUN :D i havent rendered something since my unfinished project for design in october...spamront time :)#based on gary sotos oranges:)D
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Ministry & Gary Numan – Terminal 5 – March 19, 2014
A pair of highly influential acts — Chicago industrial rockers Ministry and English synth-pop godfather Gary Numan — brought their North American tour to Terminal 5 on Tuesday, the first night of spring.
Photos courtesy of Silvia Saponaro | @Silvia_Saponaro
#Al Jourgensen#Bowery Presents#Cesar Soto#Gary Numan#John Bechdel#Live Music#Ministry#Monte Pittman#Music#New York City#Paul D’Amour#Photos#Roy Mayorga#Silvia Saponaro#Terminal 5
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Copro Gallery Celebrates Hellboy’s 30th Anniversary with an Art Show Curated by Gary Deocampo
Copro Gallery Celebrates Hellboy’s 30th Anniversary with an Art Show Curated by Gary Deocampo #mikemignola #hellboy
2024 marks the 30th anniversary of one of the most influential independent comic characters in pop culture: Hellboy. Mike Mignola’s iconic character has inspired artists working in every medium for decades. To celebrate Hellboy and Mignola’s legacy, curator Gary Deocampo has assembled a group exhibition with over 40 artists paying tribute to Hellboy with paintings, drawings and sculptures. The…
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#Abby Belle#Alban Ficat#Allen Williams#Anthony Carpenter#attack peter#copro gallery#craig rousseau#dan hipp#David Igo#david mack#david peterson#Dos Diablos#Doug William#francesco francavilla#Gabriel Garcia#gabriel hernandez walta#gary deocampo#gris grimly#Heidi Marie Smith#hellboy#Javier Soto#Jorge R. Gutierrez#Joseph Gonzalez#juan gedeon#Kamila Mlynarczyk#Karikatura#katsuya terada#Kelly Olson#kevin hanna#Kirk Nelson
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No, actually that isn’t Gary Cooper but a run-of-mill illustration that could be anybody including Joe Biden.
Saturday Evening Post April 24th 1937
#vintage ad#native american#advertising#advertisment#1937#car ad#automotive#de soto#1930s#1930s car#1930s ad#1930's#1930's ad#1930's cars#funny#humor#humour#gary cooper
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Please please please rb this with your favorite poems idc how many or how “basic” they are I wanna know
#I have a whole notes doc of my favorite poems#two headed calf by Laura gilpin will always hold my heart#and ofc the orang by Wendy cope#the world is about to end and my grandparents are in love by Kara Jackson#holllyyyyy cow that’s a good one#sometimes I wish I felt the side effects by Danez smith#oranges by Gary soto#kestrel calls#text post
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Ministry Announces Spring 2024 North American Tour
Ministry Announces Spring 2024 North American Tour
The Press Release: Ahead of Ministry’s brand-new studio album, HOPIUMFORTHEMASSES, dropping March 1, 2024, the band will head out on a Spring 2024 North American tour, once again teaming up with touring comrades Gary Numan and Front Line Assembly. The 29-date tour kicks off February 27 in San Francisco and runs through April 5 in Tucson, hitting major markets in the U.S. and Canada (see the full…
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#al jourgensen#announcements#cesar soto#concert tours#front line assembly#gary numan#john bechdel#ministry#monte pittman#roy mayorga#tour announcements#tour dates
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