>> ¿Quieres hablar un poco de estos poemas o lees nada más?
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Dilo en español, si quieres.
¿No? Ok. You can ignore that, that's for later. So, we are going to read the first and last poems
in this book, "Negro marfil," "Ivory Black."
And - Oh, so the organizing principle of what we chose to read of Myriam's work had to do
with ultra translation which JP and I were writing about as part of ANTENA Aire's practice.
So we were thinking about particular moments of challenge or difficulty.
So maybe I'll just say that and also say that this book partially was born out of a notebook
a beautiful accordion folk notebook that someone gifted to Myriam
in which she practised writing backwards.
>> Yeah. Like in a mirror.
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>> So we are going to read the first that was the last in this book.
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>> Oh. Just like swipe it.
>> Yeah.
>> Oh, I can do that.
Yeah, ok. Thank you.
>> Negro soplando negro en la ventana.
Simultáneo, el ojo de adentro frente al tacto de mirar en lo negro blanco.
Se accidenta, despega el ojo al salir de sí lo negro como cielo.
En su grito vidriado gira en línea recta, arrastra en espiral, estalla.
¿No es tu sueño ser visible?
Gira un lustre sobre otro, crece en bloques, cala.
Llega el cambio de estación.
En claridades alza en vilo, alta y baja,
como la luz en nuestro tacto arcangeliza bruñida la oscura luz que enciende en blancos y en
oración repite, entre paredes desnudas cuelga ventana contra la emanación abierta.
>> Black breathing black at the window.
Simultaneous, the interior eye opposite watching's touch in what is black white.
Is by accident, the eye detaches as it slips from itself what is black like sky.
In its scream glassed spins in a straight line.
Draws along in a spiral.
Explodes. Isn't it your dream to be visible?
A luster spins atop another.
Grows in buds.
Pierces. The change of season comes.
In clarities lifts airborne high and low,
like the light in our touch angelizes burnished the dark light that skies in whites
and in prayer the refrain repeats between nude walls hangs window against the emanation: Open.
Open: Window against the emanation hangs between nude walls
and in prayer the refrain repeats the dark light that skies in whites burnished angelizes
in our tough like the light high and low airborne lifts in clarities.
The change of season comes.
Pierces. In buds grows atop another a luster spins.
Isn't it your dream to be visible?
Explodes. In a spiral draws along in a strainght line spins glassed in its scream
like sky what is black as it slips from itself, the eye detaches is by accident.
In what is black white opposite watching's touch the interior eye simultaneous.
Black breathing black at the window.
>> Abierta ventana contra la emanación cuelga entre paredes desnudas y en oración repite la
luz oscura que enciende en blancos bruñida arcangeliza que nuestro tacto como la luz alta y
baja, en vilo alza en claridades.
Llega el cambio de estación.
Cala en bloques crece, sobre otro gira un lustre.
¿No es tu sueño ser visible?
Estalla en espiral arrastra.
En línea recta gira, vidriado en su grito.
Como cielo lo negro al salir de sí despega el ojo.
Se accidenta.
En lo negro blanco frente al tacto de mirar el ojo adentro, simultáneo.
>> [Crosstalk] Black breathing black at the window.
Negro soplando negro en la ventana.
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