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Then I’d find my bag, which contained a bilingual edition of Lorca’s Collected Poemsmy two notebooks, a pocket dictionary, John Ashbery’s Selected Poemsdrugs, and leave for the Prado. How to write a great review. A Drop of the Hard Stuff. A Sport and a Pastime.

On entering room 57, which was empty except for a lanky and sleepy guard, the man walked immediately up to the small votive image of Christ attributed to San Leocadio: Continue shopping Checkout Continue shopping. One night when I was particularly high, I gradually realized Jorge was saying my name, not Poeta, saying it sharply, and the others were looking at me with anger, disbelief.

She offered me a cigarette and we smoked and I looked at the water and was sober. Please review your cart. Ratings and Reviews 0 1 star ratings 0 reviews. How to write a great review Do Say what you liked best and least Describe the author’s style Explain the rating you gave Don’t Use rude and profane language Include any personal information Mention spoilers or the book’s price Recap the plot.

Then Jorge’s friend Miguel, who was either related to or enamored with Isabel, threw his can of beer at me from across the fire and told me to wipe that smile off my face, if they have that expression in Spain. Few words were addressed to me when the five or six of us were sitting around the fire drinking and smoking my hash or the powerful weed Jorge introduced as it got late.


The Hatred of Poetry. In prose that veers between the comic and tragic, the self-contemptuous and the inspired, Leaving the Atocha Station is a portrait of the artist as a young man in an age of Google searches, pharmaceuticals, and spectacle.

On the one hand you are a member of a security force charged with protecting priceless materials from the crazed or kids or the slow erosive force of camera flashes; on the other hand you are a dweller among supposed hhe of the spirit and if your position has any prestige it derives precisely from the belief that such triumphs could legitimately move a man to tears.

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I bought most of the beer and I was also buying my hash from Jorge, who radically overcharged. We’ll publish them on our site once we’ve reviewed them.

A Manual for Cleaning Women. Mary is forever falling to the ground in a faint; the blues of her robes are unsurpassed in Flemish painting. As I Lay Dying. Faces in the Crowd. An american in Spain. Every Day Dree for the Thief. The one or two other museum-goers in 56 were deep in their audio tours and oblivious to the scene unfolding before the Bosch. It wasn’t a powerful blow, but I figured I should let it lay me out.

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Adam Gordon is a brilliant, if highly unreliable, young American poet on a prestigious fellowship in Madrid, struggling to establish his sense of self and his relationship to art. No, cancel Yes, report it Thanks! Every Day Is for the Thief. Worse, the smile came back automatically as I guessed they were telling me how fucked up it was to react to whatever Isabel was describing in this way.


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Myths to Live By. The campground itself was nothing to speak of: H Is for Hawk. What is actual when our experiences are mediated by language, technology, medication, and the arts? Although I claimed to be a poet, although my supposed talent as a writer had earned me my fellowship in Spain, I tended to find lines of poetry beautiful only when I encountered them quoted in prose, in the essays my professors had assigned in college, where the line breaks were replaced with slashes, so that what was communicated was less statipn particular poem than the echo of poetic possibility.

She undid her hair and took the scarf and dipped it and wrung it out and used it to wipe the rest of the blood from my face and then dipped it and wrung it out.

Or was he having a lfaving experience of art? A witness to the Madrid train bombings and their aftermath, does he participate in historic events or merely watch them pass him by?

Continue shopping Checkout Continue shopping. Miguel was screaming at me and the noise brought Isabel and her friends back from the lake. Her uncle had died in a car crash a year ago today in a street in Salamanca; she had helped have her junky boyfriend hospitalized over the summer and now he wouldn’t see her and had moved to Barcelona; her parents, who lived in a small town, were having their home foreclosed upon and she had been sorting through boxes of childhood toys; she had broken with a sibling over the war.