Author Archives: dleoar

The last poem. For this semester. Goes as: To Her Portrait (Sonnet) by Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz. Translated by no other than Samuel Beckett. Yes, the same writer that wrote Waiting for Godot.  This coloured counterfeit that thou beholdest, vainglorious with excellencies of art, is, in fallacious syllogisms of colour, nought but a cunning dupery […] Continue reading →

POEM OF THE WEEK – The Vampire by Efrén Rebolledo (1877–1929). Whirling your deep and gloomy tresses pour over your candid body like a torrent, and on the shadowy and curling flood I strew the fiery roses of my kisses. As I unlock the tight rings I feel the light chill chafing of your hand, and […] Continue reading →

ACCORDING to my books-review app, I read Amulet for the first time from March 09, 2025 to March 15, 2025.  An attempt to reconstruct, recall, remember what motivated me to read the novel brings forth an image to mind. I must looked up books included in previously taught courses. Amulet was listed. I loan it […] Continue reading →

POEM OF THE WEEK:    It is a summary, a regurgitation of an introduction by poet and novelist Kaveh Akbar to an Anglo-Saxon charm Against a Growth. From 975, by Unknown. A poem,  divine chant, activated by its own sound  virtue of being in the air.  There will be a part two before next Thursday. […] Continue reading →

Poem of this week is: not a poem, but a phrase, penned by me. Eje tematico: la Vida Thematic focus: Life.  —  ONCE a university friend, from a different nation, my original nation, said university made him read faster. And so I learned. This is a new technique I have learned from RMST 202 and […] Continue reading →

About Bolaño… OFTEN there are times, when I think I understand a whole text. I do not. For example, I do not understand the author’s writing experience, or his or her emotional process as they wrote their lives away. At this point, I approach this novel as auto-fiction. About Bolaño’s life. I have not yet […] Continue reading →

This week’s poem comes from Retrospective. It was written by Luz Elena (Sergio’s wife in the novel). —Soldadito, dear soldier—whence have you come? —From the war, Señorita—how can I serve thee? —Have you seen my husband—ever, in the war? —No, Señora, I haven’t seen him—nor do I know what he’ s like. —My husband is […] Continue reading →

As we walk we make our way And turning our gaze to look back We see the path that never  Again shall we tread.  This week’s poem is found transcribed from Juan Gabriel Vasquez’s novel Retrospective. It is written by Antonio Machado. I am finally advancing on this novel! (In one day, I read six […] Continue reading →

I MUST ADMIT writing these blogs have been therapeutic. It is something to look forward to on the week; at times sinuous as waves, turning dreadful as stacks of homework pile up. There is an infinitum to read; biological lifetime is a finite blanket, woven in many temporality threads. From my prayer map, I share […] Continue reading →

WEEK 4. This week’s poem is one I wrote. I am not an aspiring poet, nor do I get much pleasure out of poetry as I do with narrative prose and plays. But it is a path one must take to explore all facets of shiny, diamond, text. I came across the concept the concept […] Continue reading →