if you hear the silence
I hope you find it charming
Nobel Laureate Gabriel Garcia Márquez Dies at 87
MEXICO CITY (April 17, 2014, Associated Press): A person close to the family has confirmed reports that that Nobel laureate Gabriel Garcia Marquez has died. He was 87. Garcia Marquez’s magical realist novels and short stories exposed tens of millions of readers to Latin America’s passion, superstition, violence and inequality. Widely considered the most popular Spanish-language writer since Miguel de Cervantes in the 17th century, Garcia Marquez achieved literary celebrity that spawned comparisons to Mark Twain and Charles Dickens. His flamboyant and melancholy works outsold everything published in Spanish except the Bible. The epic 1967 novel “One Hundred Years of Solitude sold more than 50 million copies in more than 25 languages.
Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere.
They’re in each other all along.
- The tall one with a torso as wide as a desert.
- The grinner with lips like a theater curtains
- opening for the encore, encore.
- The bearded lady who isn’t really a lady
- at all but doesn’t mind to be called one
- because he knows the word woman isn’t an insult.
- The one who travels to the mecca,
- who enters my body like a homecoming.
- Welcome. Home. The man
- who only wants to touch me clean and
- shiny as new dime in the shower.
- The nine-to-fiver, who smokes
- my least favorite cigarettes.
- The swollen throat who refuses to
- stop talking. The big hands.
- The long legs. The heart. The heart.
- The one who wishes to lay his tired head
- on my stomach like a child and listen to
- the sigh and crash of the ocean inside me.
- The thing is, all of this is you.
- The thing is, I wonder how to fit
- each side of you inside me.
- You, the echo. You, the shadow.
- You, the song I knew long before we met.
- Sierra DeMulder
Oh well, what the hell, you obviously want to be alone, so I’ll leave you alone. Go ahead and think away to your heart’s content! But don’t get me wrong. I’m not totally mad at you. I’m just sad. You were so nice to me when I was having my problems, but now that you’re having yours, it seems there’s not a thing I can do for you. You’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when I try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
For disliking poetry as much as he does, this 5th grader is pretty good at writing it!
I hate poetry!
Poetry looks like a demon rising.
I don’t want to do this.
Poetry sounds like nails on a chalkboard.
I still don’t want to do this.
Poetry smells like skunk spray times 20.
I still don’t want to do this.
Poetry tastes like rotten eggs with human brains.
I will never do this again.
Poetry feels like being frozen by a freeze ray.
Doesn’t everybody hate poetry?
Panajotis wrote this at an Adventures in Creative Writing field trip that focused on slam poetry.
Easily one of the best poems I’ve ever read. Somebody get this kid a grant.
Slide to the left
Take it back now y’all
Cha cha real smooth
Right foot lets stomp, left foot lets stomp
Everybody clap your hands
How low can you go? Can you go down low?
All the way to the floor?
this was funny until it wasn’t
IT WAS SO FUCKIN’ GOOD UNTIL THIS MOMENT.
nO IT’S OK I GOT THIS
Can you bring it to the top?
Like you never never stopped