Cantos de mi pueblo

Poetry. Latino/Latina Studies. Translated from the Spanish by Kristin Dykstra and Roberto Tejada, featuring an essay by Kristin Dykstra. "Omar Perez Lopez (1964-) was born in the city of Havana and has lived most of his life to date in Cuba. A former journalist, Perez has explored a wide array of literary genres, particularly poetry, translation, and the essay...At the center of SOMETHING OF THE SACRED is the exploration of displacement. Perez sees poetic metaphor as 'the subtle displacement of something objective'...His apparent strangeness, particularly in his varied uses of Zen traditions, ...

Poetry. Asian American Studies. POETA EN SAN FRANCISCO is the winner of the highly prestigious James Laughlin Award for 2005, awarded annually from the Academy of American Poetry and the only prize for a second book of poetry in the United States. Although Reyes' first book was not as widely known as the first book of many of the other eligible poets, the judges nevertheless courageously chose this risky, radical, and deserving second book put out by an energetic but very small publisher. Reyes received her undergraduate education at UC Berkeley, where she also served as Editor-in-Chief of...

Stella Nemo, the most appealing sort of sophisticated naif, plunges her paper ship, the Nautilus, into deepest, blackest space, crossing into the fraught domains of other planets and other minds, beaming requests for information to Ada Byron (a clone and psychic information scientist), and dreaming of the renaissance poet Thomas Wyatt (who exists as data). Stella's mission: to attempt to think and to write without being disturbed, derailed or killed.

Alegóricamente, las páginas de este poemario gotean matices y texturas que confieren a la obra un carácter muy personal. En cada gota salitrosa cristalizan ideas expresadas en un lenguaje rico pero no pretencioso, que nos ofrece una visión nada complaciente del devenir de los días que conformaron un pasado que huele a brea, a anhelo y decepción, a cicatrices que engalanan el cuarteado mapa de la nostalgia. Y allá donde las barcas descansan en la arena, hay un tendedero del que cuelgan versos secándose al sol.