It would be hard to dislike Barranco and I went there to the Museo Pedro de Osma, in a lovely art nouveau mansion, to see paintings and sculpture by Fernando de Szyszlo. To get to the paintings one had to walk through a great deal of colonial art, so that when I got to the [...]
On Memorial Day I did not have a special post, but I drove around the Rincón and up to Lake Cachuma while listening to Winter Soldier testimony on KPFK. Here it all is in full text, for Flag Day.
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The loveliest way to enter Santa Barbara from the south is U.S. Highway 101, which goes around [...]
I wrote this a few weeks ago, dreaming of city smells, high peaks and sharp Pacific water. I waited a few days and bought a ticket. Now I am almost gone.
When you fly from Lima to Houston, you can save $500 if you agree to touch down in Panama. I have agreed to do this [...]
Cast of Characters: Professor Zero, a male Student, and the student’s Son. Son, 4, is wearing baggy jeans, hi-tops, and a T-shirt. Sticking out of his backpack is his bilingual alphabet book.
Student: Professor Zero, I have come to introduce myself and my son. I have a very great favor to ask you. May I bring [...]
This is the real Professor Zero. The coup has been defeated, and I am back! First we will read Alice Walker on Barack Obama, H/T Anxious Black Woman. then we will read an important post on “marriage strengthening” as a solution to economic devastation by Elle PhD. Now we will sing:
Minha terra tem palmeiras,
Onde canta [...]
This is Professor Zero, and it is the weekend. I am still in parish prison but my trial has gone well so far and the Director is asleep, so we will sing. I am singing Fern Hill. We can also hear Dylan Thomas read from it.
“Now as I was young and easy under the apple [...]
Referring ironically to the Romantic tradition that “nature teaches” César Vallejo called a linden tree murmuring in the wind a “professor of sobbing” and a “technician of shouts.” He ends this poem suggesting the tree is actually no such thing. I, however, really am now an engineer of poetry.
My introduction to literature is intended for [...]
Our official Easter post is by the Anxious Black Woman. Read it, it is important. Meanwhile I am singing the first laisse of the Song of Roland, which I like.
Carles li reis, nostre emper[er]e magnes
Set anz tuz pleins ad estet en Espaigne:
Tresqu’en la mer cunquist la tere altaigne.
N’i ad castel ki devant lui remaigne;
Mur ne [...]
Now it is the weekend, and we are stomping our feet with Henry Gray and the Cats. If I were another blogger, I would be Stephen Bess, because he goes to the most galleries, readings, bookstores, cool cafés, and interesting urban corners, and he has the best records. When I still lived in town, and [...]
For Maundy Thursday and the Spring Equinox, which coincide today, we are listening to the Easter Saga of 17th century Icelandic poet Hallgrímur Pétursson. Unless I am gravely mistaken there is footage of both Iceland and the Faroes, where I would love to be this spring.
Via Rebel Girl we are also reading Kenneth Rexroth, Orion [...]
