Monday, December 10, 2007

Want To Know How Dye A Satin Weddin Dress

Two of Samuel Noyola

Zozobra

The city sank overnight.
poplar anchored and sleepless neon
survived waves of shadow,
where sink stone idols and city
dreams of a pyramid.

I also failed with the city.
astonished gaze is lost in the drift
motionless silence, the second
weightless mist,
feared drink my spectrum in the mirror.

I arrived at dawn shivering
discovered washed ashore. Alba
page,
........................... anxiety of the night,
in the sand drawing and erase the words.

Dies irae
Gabriel Favela

Burning ash,
cornered her face in fragments of broken corners
by lightning at sea: eye
of grilled luminaire
the cemetery, called the shadow
limited
laughs off
yellow corridor, death drunk
stranded
dicecinueve at seven o'clock in the morning.

Erupts pen tip, do quebra-
syllables jet splashes
stones of Law, Blake: Can
timeliness of the spark romance? Time
art
altar which pays all is forgiven. Ruin is
pyramid
reconciliation
rubble. Shore
century and millennium:
nature, history, its waves symmetrical
hundred years.

September, 1985.

Noyola Samuel was born in Monterrey in 1965. Nadar has published know my name, with skull Tequila (from which these poems) and Palomanegra Productions. One of the most important Mexican poets of the last thirty years. Sometimes, you can read in the blog writing Letras Libres.

Baby Moving Feel Like Tugging?

Two invitations

First. On Thursday 13, Casa del Poeta, many admiring friends in epic reading (the poster, of course, is another level):


Second: The magazine's friends summon acid writers (of all kinds, I understand) to collaborate with their number three. Here are the rules:

Journal Editorial acid and Paranoia
invite all writers living in Mexico to work in the literary supplement Coma, journal acid, in number 3.
The issue revolves around the literary avant-garde produced in Latin America during the twentieth century and this, among which are:
Stridentism .............. Real visceral ......... Fiction
Latin American Magic Realism ........ Abstractionism Postmodern Realism
dirty ....... Crack ........ McOndo



Submit a text no longer than three pages in Times New Roman 12, in the categories of essays, poems, short stories, micro-stories, or Free writing, whose style do homage, parody, ironic, or represent some of the art movements mentioned above. The topics of the text are: A cigar
...... A hydraulic jack ......
A fly in a bowl of soup
A violation in a nursing

The above aspects must be present either directly or indirectly in the text as a primary or secondary.
The closing date of this announcement is December 28, 2007. The selections will be printed in the February-March 2008.
applicants should send texts to the following addresses with the subject Eat Col.
gabopel@acidolarevista.com
contacto@acidolarevista.com
Writing Acid-Coma

December 2007

Sunday, December 2, 2007

What Can Go With A Dark Blue Skirt

In Variations on a Theme of Henry Metinides

I hung the Christ, not God's son

hand but
potter's apprentice
Kabbalist clumsy;
the Christ, feet down, watch, voyeur
small cavity,
the scene of death:
alcohol.celos.podredumbre
and
soap opera plot - to let go, hell, they let go! -
a body without a head, will be his

II
A fictional character: the corpse.
A fictional character: the muertero.
(a love story)

Anne-Marie Bianco

III

head of the hernia

beheaded body of flesh and blood neck of the photographer

.......... ...................
light ............................. silver
.............................
paper leak

of death and the voyeur's delight


The first three rooms of "Variations ..." You can read the first issue of acid (production of rowdy Acatlán FES); selling, among other places, in the famous White Rabbit Book (Amsterdam 67, between sound and Parras, Hippodrome Condesa, DF)

Monday, November 26, 2007

Leimo Personal Hair Laserproduct Reviews

One

And if anyone knew of your name or even syllables

to cook
hunger tropical smell decaying



sugar and if all the teeth and mouth open for personal bewilderment

eat the aristocracy
new artists
ties and their owners
cake

roe de la hidra
que nace en el
hedor de azúcar

y si tú, quizá una piedra que madura, sirvieras las guayabas podridas como alimento de carroña

qué olor hermoso
el de los sapos
cuando estallan.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

1st Birthday Money Gift Invitation

Kitchen Julio Trujillo

Plegaria contra el frío

¡Sol!
Hogar para el invierno
tu nombre de cordial enunciación,
tu simple nombre que en este enero hostil
puede encender los hornos íntimos
del pulso,
ovens hardened my blood.

Sun, anxiety robust
yourself thirsty, thirsty
gleaned from never satisfied,
viand
fruitful for this skin which has been twisted into a hug
dark cold.

High peak,
crowd round each other, hug
that squeak, my vertebrae
asleep as crackling wafers in the oil like a rod
thunders in the jaws of fire .

we started
blood from cold,
famous let me hear your laughter, your scandal
silent.
ferment make my heart like a fruit
in the intoxication of you.

Sun
you your name,
and my skin is cosiéndote
as two oxen UNCEN by a yoke, and has confined
cold
to their provinces in
shadow.

In The slender thread of a blood , trans. to fr. Nicole and Émile Martel,
-Québec Mexico: UNAM-ecrit des Forges, 2007.




Julio Trujillo was born in Mexico City in 1969. Fledged poet, a maturity few of his generation can boast. Free Free editor Spain. Exercises can often read their lyrics in the blog drafting of LSLS .

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Af Late Cervix High But Hard

Invitation




sonetario Presentation


Fiera day emergency


of José Francisco Conde Ortega

have
Francisco Noyola, Roberto Cruz Arzabal, Jesús Francisco Conde Arriaga and author.


Bar "ants" of the Casa del Poeta Ramón López Velarde, Alvaro Obregón

73, Colonia Roma

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Subaru Robin 6.5 Hp Price



The sun was flashing from the sand and your eyes

way of the sword;

each port a thorn in each vessel


returned a breath of sunshine
sweating on the forehead ...

- What if I come back, ma'am? -
again, I promise, we will see
peek

leisurely walk like


executioner to the gallows,
I know, I've seen in daydreams


taken from my hand like a child looking

in parks

father's vision and snow;

again, I promise, we'll see

reach the crowd, his face

barley in the prairie


grtiará my name echoing that resonate
reverse

on islands and in the streets, his eyes

be seeing me Tues
at daybreak
our son and our home


cave but not resting in the shade.