tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84256848466655036752024-03-05T03:35:27.946-08:00A Romantic DogM.G. Barrera's Poems and Other ThingsMarlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-53261727199231786912011-10-12T11:11:00.000-07:002011-10-12T23:34:00.427-07:00MovedHello<br /><br />I've moved to tumblr because blogspot was being a pain.<br /><br />Go here instead to find my newest things: http://marlobarrera.tumblr.com/Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-63929190169762068962011-08-17T11:47:00.000-07:002011-08-17T11:58:49.995-07:00Ohio<span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" >Here is a poem. It has been a while. It is the billionth revision of a poem that I may or may not have posted on here long ago that has never be satisfying and it also gives a place to the last short poem I posted here.
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font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">in her body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her ribcage, </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">rounded as a loving arm,</span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">made those months a hot, </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">sad surrender.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I could get used </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">to the blatant cold, spring’s wild </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">dogs, the miles of unholy farmland, </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">but not the early dark </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">brought on by winter’s months.</span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">*</span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Here, the days have me landlocked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Out the apartment’s two small windows </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I can only see where the trash is taken out to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I understand this hot south as a dogfight. </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">*</span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I assume a landscape still exists </span></p><span style="font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" > </span><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">after nightfall but I could never really be sure.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;">
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<br /></span>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-13274294069557574562011-06-21T11:20:00.000-07:002011-06-21T14:45:48.580-07:00Poem<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Self Portrait</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;"> (During Transition, Moving South)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">In our apartment,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">out our two</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">small windows</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">we can</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">only see</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">where the trash</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">is taken out to.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">June2011</span></span>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-20199143712035837682011-06-11T10:08:00.000-07:002011-06-11T10:19:27.886-07:00hiatus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rEM6UQJAoEuCaaQoSQxn-rp1g960qE5ximYTb_Vxgu8G5jKMIbx3l3vOYgOUAM9bnjLjR_okQ9VX8Wf4OjuOhN2gwxTPG0F6bkSW86OITavK9mt-HI6GM5eCGcveAGQo3onyLJjBZMw/s1600/810e4fadf51a835b12cc33275ded06c3acce13fe_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rEM6UQJAoEuCaaQoSQxn-rp1g960qE5ximYTb_Vxgu8G5jKMIbx3l3vOYgOUAM9bnjLjR_okQ9VX8Wf4OjuOhN2gwxTPG0F6bkSW86OITavK9mt-HI6GM5eCGcveAGQo3onyLJjBZMw/s400/810e4fadf51a835b12cc33275ded06c3acce13fe_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617010827377174674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDNrCuz8GbOvBM268-_jor-Uyyt2c-udxZEgDghB71c4siKKJC76v9qIigaYmEqPDWcgkiXKT_f9GhsSwasZQPYv28racYPvKUnLt0h91W92z-scl8UDLVdcfXJ-Zrt81Xb5J8lVr0RA/s1600/84b8602db67c6b01253492b75be31cbbdcbc0f7b_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDNrCuz8GbOvBM268-_jor-Uyyt2c-udxZEgDghB71c4siKKJC76v9qIigaYmEqPDWcgkiXKT_f9GhsSwasZQPYv28racYPvKUnLt0h91W92z-scl8UDLVdcfXJ-Zrt81Xb5J8lVr0RA/s400/84b8602db67c6b01253492b75be31cbbdcbc0f7b_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617010541716043570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Well, there has been quite a hiatus on this blog. The poems aren't coming easily anymore. It's all a bit discouraging, but I guess understandable. There are big transitions going on. I recently left Oberlin to return to New Orleans to work for the next eight months so that I can finish school in London in the Spring. Oberlin is a really special place and so is New Orleans but the incongruity is a bit hard to bear; but it's getting easier. Hopefully I will have something that I am proud of on here soon.<br />Stay tuned, I suppose.<br /></span></span>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-71140366164536832082011-05-15T17:50:00.000-07:002011-05-15T19:19:11.837-07:00There's a poem here:<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Russian prison tattoos are pretty incredible. Each of the images means something, is some sort of badge of status or fearlessness. I watched a special on t.v. once that went into this prison where, when prisoners died, they would cut off the skin where the most interesting tattoos were, and basically turn them into human leather and made a whole museum out of human Russian prisoner skin.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A lot of prisoners had tattoos on their faces. (In the third picture, the man has barbed wire on his forehead which means he is in prison for life without chance of parole.) But I remember something on that show about how there was a point when Russia decided prisoners could not be kept for life, so there were all of these men released who thought they would never get out, and their faces and bodies were just covered, making them this almost untouchable and surely unemployable group of people.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(click the photos to enlarge)</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipffOa5dOpAC-e7pxVdmqRT7tyHnGNpvd-NkgcEbWTek488ZRqU5keuzKvV88puWI3NCkyDdyhdL9gom_rbFNpSzHTdgceU95p4WuN2_PcFtFIaXQU9QH6cPKISk-KqRoeOunWr8ubtyA/s1600/Russian-Prison-Tattoos-man.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-k9bEAjJ0HqYU-W4GRd7Awcg-aIQcRcO1X_KFewgxb4Alp7O7ed2p_0NhpfcC4nBHmlv37fCYdTC9XV-UpIyuz_gDbimM19moNyKphbxh5bfg2UJcy4hcnm-5rv40fmiYuXunhBDR2X4/s400/russian_prison_tattoos_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607126681195351346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-64406503547243010022011-05-05T13:22:00.000-07:002011-05-05T13:26:15.038-07:00A poem from Cecily Parks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLK-hwgZ01z6DJKz3umOdQKt1atjzr93cUrD9XXA_xhniAFO18yRNUrxCG2NgpbEawNmFfyZno9s88TLPzPjpYT4EO8fMSwGoKuP4FEHJxAkIQCtYhv1iZ0LGkhGAc_IxYkWZHLzdwik/s1600/17e7d26bc946a3507a2a6ee0671ab5792751db58_m.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLK-hwgZ01z6DJKz3umOdQKt1atjzr93cUrD9XXA_xhniAFO18yRNUrxCG2NgpbEawNmFfyZno9s88TLPzPjpYT4EO8fMSwGoKuP4FEHJxAkIQCtYhv1iZ0LGkhGAc_IxYkWZHLzdwik/s400/17e7d26bc946a3507a2a6ee0671ab5792751db58_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603330442196135810" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The Wish for a Field</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Were I loved, I would be braver.</span></span></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-24435693834722241042011-04-28T11:28:00.000-07:002011-04-28T11:30:52.539-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqAwtpehKDOCOnMVZ9rSJaEtDS10wY2Teroe_FBo3_bCWCep3FyB8ZfFm5bwDB-oqcqPa4c7SaOddKfAq6STE_OgZ8Bb46HKc2QLJWKupVdIl5YoDosi0w4BZdRosC81giiSGmF_lWHg0/s1600/c37ade655720c96cafebe4f695b77bde08215cd6_m.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNr41KA111rlrzQRg8JR5hZSx6YaiRzPahhtdQLS7X1vhB9PpkVInbZVVpkiHihLDC9oRu3Qgvl6NvM4yfrAcPA5c04asIw4WX-NTN-F7YdbixHl_WZ6anQ6-A9PcAC0nleLbhCZ_wIKg/s400/3aad57b12fa5519a0c87e835a0f4a66ccb0235b2_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600703189462984610" /></a><br /></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-90137353508294598592011-04-24T12:06:00.000-07:002011-04-24T13:27:38.194-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vo7I9am1sQGiR0StZJ4LGWR75YDO4AjtE_znSIkpAWAb7X3gpVaYILb-OCNH2lHqklwmPGhxGEPa1yum5OgWbwQXsx9bYnP50oIQqhI8BVAy2XtJhPENLouRnaDQREFCi3J07Wi4Smk/s1600/757c8fcaba47c42367b4667e862ffc75f615c135_m.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-vo7I9am1sQGiR0StZJ4LGWR75YDO4AjtE_znSIkpAWAb7X3gpVaYILb-OCNH2lHqklwmPGhxGEPa1yum5OgWbwQXsx9bYnP50oIQqhI8BVAy2XtJhPENLouRnaDQREFCi3J07Wi4Smk/s400/757c8fcaba47c42367b4667e862ffc75f615c135_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599229923178937602" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />On the Coast near Sausalito<br /><br /><br />1.<br />I won’t say much for the sea,<br />except that it was, almost,<br />the color of sour milk.<br />The sin on that clear<br />unmenacing sky was low,<br />angled off the gray fissure of the cliffs,<br />hills dark green with manzanita.<br /><br />Low tide: slimed rocks<br />mottled brown and thick with kelp<br />merged with the gray stone<br />of the breakwater, sliding off<br />to antediluvian depths.<br />The old story: here filthy life begins.<br /><br />2.<br />Fish-<br />ing, as Melville said,<br />“to purge the spleen,”<br />to put to task my clumsy hands<br />my hands that bruise by<br />not touching<br />pluck the legs from a prawn,<br />peel the shell off,<br />and curl the body twice about a hook.<br /><br />3.<br />The cabezone is not highly regarded<br />by fishermen, except Italians<br />who have the grace<br />to fry the pale, almost bluish flesh<br />in olive oil with a sprig<br />of fresh rosemary.<br /><br />The cabezone, an ugly atavistic fish,<br />as old as the coastal shelf<br />it feeds upon<br />has fins of duck’s-web thickness,<br />resembles a prehistoric toad,<br />and is delicately sweet.<br /><br />Catching one, the fierce quiver of surprise<br />and the line’s tension<br />are a recognition.<br /><br />4.<br />But it’s strange to kill<br />for the sudden feel of life.<br />The danger is<br />to moralize<br />that strangeness.<br />Holding the spiny monster in my hands<br />his bulging purple eyes<br />were eyes and the sun was<br />almost tangent to the planet<br />on our uneasy coast.<br />Creature and creature,<br />we stared down centuries.<br /><br /><br />-Robert Hass</span></span>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-15040242398009998102011-04-10T15:45:00.000-07:002011-04-10T15:48:23.178-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iWa6AXgbCBaVtd0-OAoR38sGiuOlCTuopkQ-DVUhSNDtY3CDL-i6_yhMSLR8BIV-U8T2eX78AnAtBSv8FKcFspH7mf4S3NdvSlyLPZHkhZP5MmD4ul12Fn3hbT6eK6EckiY5By50zN0/s1600/4e912da61af0abfbabd01e39e7b36094fc691569_m.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iWa6AXgbCBaVtd0-OAoR38sGiuOlCTuopkQ-DVUhSNDtY3CDL-i6_yhMSLR8BIV-U8T2eX78AnAtBSv8FKcFspH7mf4S3NdvSlyLPZHkhZP5MmD4ul12Fn3hbT6eK6EckiY5By50zN0/s400/4e912da61af0abfbabd01e39e7b36094fc691569_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594090423924646034" /></a><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8iWa6AXgbCBaVtd0-OAoR38sGiuOlCTuopkQ-DVUhSNDtY3CDL-i6_yhMSLR8BIV-U8T2eX78AnAtBSv8FKcFspH7mf4S3NdvSlyLPZHkhZP5MmD4ul12Fn3hbT6eK6EckiY5By50zN0/s1600/4e912da61af0abfbabd01e39e7b36094fc691569_m.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzcvwGP2FRwh6fTTwZrug2PZxdEHdhEEwRQih4KKBt1a4KMSMGp8aYHtpu5hj0fMTflEt6dHVybgZ9Al5mIb00fPMxKePZ91kO3DE5_mdbsabmxyxpzzsMbu6AErt8A95D_R2N7rGlOQ/s1600/2aede342397d44d91f62512de4f60e8707bf04b2_m.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzcvwGP2FRwh6fTTwZrug2PZxdEHdhEEwRQih4KKBt1a4KMSMGp8aYHtpu5hj0fMTflEt6dHVybgZ9Al5mIb00fPMxKePZ91kO3DE5_mdbsabmxyxpzzsMbu6AErt8A95D_R2N7rGlOQ/s400/2aede342397d44d91f62512de4f60e8707bf04b2_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594090180029413538" /></a><br /></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-86477010709196224202011-04-02T11:28:00.000-07:002011-06-11T10:24:37.662-07:00Poem 24<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">For the Mississippi River<br /><br />I.<br />Let’s call you thief. When I think of you rustling<br />through and packing up what you can, you make me<br />think of my easy surrenders. Terror gets in my bones<br />easy. I’m the bulb to the frost.<br /><br />II.<br />Darling, you tell me south like a well-written love<br />letter so I think of what holding you would be like:<br />light as a screen door, violent as the slamming of one.<br /><br />III.<br />I try to be more than your landscape of industry,<br />of barges. Life is hard for all living things and I guess<br />you’re just the end for some so I go with an open heart<br /><br />to your broken cities, have built new chambers<br />in my chest, am cultivating gardens there.<br /><br />IV.<br />Since your most recent escape, my decision-making comes<br />in the form of a blackout stampede like your loose heart.<br />I take and abandon easily, have learned to regret<br />nothing, have taken you as my wild mother.<br /><br />V.<br />In my poorly constructed letters<br />I sign under <i>love</i>, <i>yours</i>, <i>always</i>.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">-marlo barrera, completed march 2010<br /><br /><br /><br />*With 2 lines that I think I stole from Bennet Bergman<br /></span></span><br /></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-89252498655526754852011-03-20T17:03:00.000-07:002011-03-20T17:08:31.468-07:00A poem by Bennet Bergman<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This poem is from Bennet's newest chapbook </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Minor Canyons. </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All of it is wonderful. I've been carrying it in my bag for the past few weeks.</span></span><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">7. the Men from Town</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> On Good Friday in San Miguel</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">we watch the men from town</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">lynch and burn a paper-mache </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">effigy of Judas, spangled in</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dishrags and bottle rockets.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> The Scoundrel, </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">they say,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> The Coward, </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">though</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">on Sunday, dressed in repentance</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and new clothes, they lower him</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tenderly down.</span></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-35749184623610033392011-03-16T08:10:00.000-07:002011-03-16T08:19:31.580-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivClyhz2ucsFMx2sEccPg-En5uhqqphvqJstFUWiu4DF66UwGoqSUJd2Pd_ImWenSIYeZB15rXrC5Z3aH_E2m_s34b0ijOPa7cNPL-7PKQ_VF-tCv9jZTPZ-n5DiMrCgG9BpsD4yP42_k/s1600/DSCN3214.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivClyhz2ucsFMx2sEccPg-En5uhqqphvqJstFUWiu4DF66UwGoqSUJd2Pd_ImWenSIYeZB15rXrC5Z3aH_E2m_s34b0ijOPa7cNPL-7PKQ_VF-tCv9jZTPZ-n5DiMrCgG9BpsD4yP42_k/s400/DSCN3214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584695838507580498" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Here is a picture I took at a Ring of Honor wrestling show in Philadelphia a few summers ago. I just remembered and I like it and want to remember it forever so I'm putting it here.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">It is Necro Butcher who was also in that movie The Wrestler who puts staples in Mickey Rourke's head and gives him a heart attack.</span></span></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-6430986334961150472011-03-15T21:37:00.001-07:002011-03-15T21:38:32.165-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgssen-Fiau17vBpm01nFQ1FDzCRPp4YbgQBTDL4N7cSyC2qktlZXyfOwVwa5loEYTGWkcChZiOGDTmm33wnt6EuY91wylMsq52YJ4QyzEQBhPNv6iLOO7BaH0idzETTcKkZlhIjYN_R0/s1600/d1762f258e11e1c5ea2c35923189a98f31353411_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgssen-Fiau17vBpm01nFQ1FDzCRPp4YbgQBTDL4N7cSyC2qktlZXyfOwVwa5loEYTGWkcChZiOGDTmm33wnt6EuY91wylMsq52YJ4QyzEQBhPNv6iLOO7BaH0idzETTcKkZlhIjYN_R0/s400/d1762f258e11e1c5ea2c35923189a98f31353411_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584532536683868354" /></a>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-44680789928468023862011-03-02T19:17:00.000-08:002011-03-02T19:18:04.425-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCOgcYRU9yR3UG9DmSrj1V5AbIkxjjlzTa54AGTpJHly371Aokgn0gA-aQHvjJFlIBmmvIE5vTl5Tk-2XsEcVDOpHIH3onSSR4nnmKs6ZQguNg2oBZr6onWkHESwQFYYbbnwrxcao2cY/s1600/4cd619cecee8592b63d81fc018a8941c4e0dac7e_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCOgcYRU9yR3UG9DmSrj1V5AbIkxjjlzTa54AGTpJHly371Aokgn0gA-aQHvjJFlIBmmvIE5vTl5Tk-2XsEcVDOpHIH3onSSR4nnmKs6ZQguNg2oBZr6onWkHESwQFYYbbnwrxcao2cY/s400/4cd619cecee8592b63d81fc018a8941c4e0dac7e_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579687686402097842" /></a>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-65293958854243884612011-02-24T21:54:00.000-08:002011-02-25T08:22:09.819-08:00Fermentation<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This blog was originally intended to be a log of the things that I make (you know, incase the originals are lost in some bogus flood or something) and, in the past, that just so happened to translate to mostly poems. Since then I have explored other mediums that involve using other parts of my brain (like making paintings and collages and building things with my hands-- which reminds me that I need to finish that series of nests).</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">This semester I have been looking into even more things that get me excited about living (make me feel more human, less lonely etc etc). This is why I've been taking a lot of exco (experimental college) courses: tango, Murray Ridge story telling, bellydancing, (step aerobics) and... fermentation!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">All of these things have me excited but fermentation has been so exciting now that we are taking care of our own little bubbling babies! (what is all this hippie nonsense anyway?).</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Tonight we made sauerkraut and kimchi.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Here are some photos of our kimchi that we have called Larry King:</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXP0qIZI5sm5wyDuxu8P8M10bnX8FPJPk7fpXBxLWR8O5PQQEUTjBA7uxiyIgdhQeMKpIf3HIKM2p3PSJn2ukbdXeoiNMNMhFRej0CZPjo1AZz1psE3acM0zdMbtbQctXyHzRdpXMVCc/s1600/P1020750.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXP0qIZI5sm5wyDuxu8P8M10bnX8FPJPk7fpXBxLWR8O5PQQEUTjBA7uxiyIgdhQeMKpIf3HIKM2p3PSJn2ukbdXeoiNMNMhFRej0CZPjo1AZz1psE3acM0zdMbtbQctXyHzRdpXMVCc/s400/P1020750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577503992352030034" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHXP0qIZI5sm5wyDuxu8P8M10bnX8FPJPk7fpXBxLWR8O5PQQEUTjBA7uxiyIgdhQeMKpIf3HIKM2p3PSJn2ukbdXeoiNMNMhFRej0CZPjo1AZz1psE3acM0zdMbtbQctXyHzRdpXMVCc/s1600/P1020750.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhopj6D-BaQ5FyasaYla3Pqqyh4KJUz56RWjz6Ccm0UTbsQhjvP7r3A4eJeJJ_h4CJdi41cf2s0NzmjwpX8MO1D_nzOmO_dMqGt2xDL022mzxvh8gMaMu6SK21Xgn_n0uOvNT_wY6ndnoI/s1600/P1020751.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhopj6D-BaQ5FyasaYla3Pqqyh4KJUz56RWjz6Ccm0UTbsQhjvP7r3A4eJeJJ_h4CJdi41cf2s0NzmjwpX8MO1D_nzOmO_dMqGt2xDL022mzxvh8gMaMu6SK21Xgn_n0uOvNT_wY6ndnoI/s400/P1020751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577503880606844738" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhopj6D-BaQ5FyasaYla3Pqqyh4KJUz56RWjz6Ccm0UTbsQhjvP7r3A4eJeJJ_h4CJdi41cf2s0NzmjwpX8MO1D_nzOmO_dMqGt2xDL022mzxvh8gMaMu6SK21Xgn_n0uOvNT_wY6ndnoI/s1600/P1020751.JPG"></a>I was really surprised at how easy the process was: cabbage, veggies, spices, salt and smashing all down with our fists/beer bottles (which is what that thing is inside of the jar).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It feels really nice to make something and then have to care for it for a period of time (before devouring it, of course).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">It's ephemeral, and more communal in ways that my words have not been.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">If this comes out well (and it smells fantastic) I will be making it all of the time!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Exploring new things soon... </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-31094141259907099042011-02-06T09:50:00.000-08:002011-03-15T21:40:21.707-07:00Our Bodies Our Selves III: More Diagrams<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(click to enlarge)</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghXhxS2H4r9tsQJCU9CpA17AGJ4YfKBpMInJXAI9n1koXkDuKtDh9X-GKN-QFVJI_Daq4HPZMSmBi2V7kDY0fuEgU0i-diV2VpPtNlKQdcrjjfzgbzjmEYVLD8Wp3SE9zY5FDFv3uLRXM/s1600/OBOScollage8+2.5.11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 357px;" 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height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaU99KpyQIKJyZb6aydhUHZQigau5vbGJK7J7vO2O5yRaoioCkqSssUkg91ml45iNaEDaLG4PRjcPbEWb8HR8ImPII-6EAs8S0jd1RVYGWxhZ26CjS1FZVQUwgAstJi2qoIaUmOOKZEaM/s400/OBOS7+2.5.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570635718246910610" /></a><br /></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-6768621817426221262011-02-05T12:43:00.000-08:002011-03-15T21:40:02.865-07:00Our Bodies Our Selves II<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Some more collages from Our Bodies Our Selves.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">(click to enlarge)</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEike0ZSVQTpPFGAsk9mve6OloWpq-pLQK54KFNB4Q6giGYqODD8CyOYhz2nXOsFoB-z3plFax0Ebls0BWtzOdiwFVHpwdz-2Ow0871OPBBSKTpLbVaGblAObA9GokuC0ElzxRQWUNW48uY/s1600/Our+Bodies+Our+Selves+Collage5+2.5.11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEike0ZSVQTpPFGAsk9mve6OloWpq-pLQK54KFNB4Q6giGYqODD8CyOYhz2nXOsFoB-z3plFax0Ebls0BWtzOdiwFVHpwdz-2Ow0871OPBBSKTpLbVaGblAObA9GokuC0ElzxRQWUNW48uY/s400/Our+Bodies+Our+Selves+Collage5+2.5.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570309232036382130" /></a><br /></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-88814435726013666552011-02-04T18:34:00.001-08:002011-02-04T19:26:58.374-08:00Our Bodies Our Selves<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Some really awesome scans from <i>Our Bodies Our Selves</i> and some poetry collages I made out of the book too:</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">(Click to enlarge)</span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNiVsSBm6_kGv5-mFyvkJd0W3JWHW4V18zm_4FmSXcjLj8viJ3oA1ud_9j8Mjps66FNI-_PlQ5VPK_rEOBC6uLj5P4oH0oC9EmVy9vxKr_pEZLHFaScWF0sJsEvTfk2FH9klWBsP_c0Tc/s1600/Our+Bodies+Our+Selves+Collage2+2.4.11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" 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style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">On the pillow</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">the embroidered flowers</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">are fading</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">fading that patient spider</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">my grandmother</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">who made the best</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">of losses</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">bright quilts from rags</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">that are every bird</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Audubon ever killed</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">in America.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">From <i>Field Guide </i>(1973)</span></span></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-80987286536439273682011-01-30T18:26:00.000-08:002011-01-30T18:39:09.971-08:00hands and tits<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj039istYQ-VCXmuLTc0wRcKkuILtaE4IuGFqp8pi21VdC_ttdX5ie1AoOyvhwNUQX6LNj7xmOgF5k2a5Vj3jlWywcfYl-Jpyt836WnDqxgNgaXuqvQq8pehIhhisn1e59VaeQ3ieIBHqs/s1600/watercolorhand1+1%253A30%253A11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" 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href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_xu8BLzjUR4dbfU1VDEsrxSJoY9zo2-gVLSlzlaxkvMQ6tO1Mzc_JoDK4T8eWDJzdFanWWhBD5nGrWekOX9tdB7hdkHDfHf5fdBxB-PxW7k_iioGV0lUFP40J0kOBtPsai1JB0rbTj5g/s1600/watercolorhand3+1%253A30%253A11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_xu8BLzjUR4dbfU1VDEsrxSJoY9zo2-gVLSlzlaxkvMQ6tO1Mzc_JoDK4T8eWDJzdFanWWhBD5nGrWekOX9tdB7hdkHDfHf5fdBxB-PxW7k_iioGV0lUFP40J0kOBtPsai1JB0rbTj5g/s400/watercolorhand3+1%253A30%253A11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568172791072779938" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">marlo barrera</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">1.30.11</span></span></div></div></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-47181895913420122372011-01-29T18:15:00.000-08:002011-01-29T18:18:30.000-08:00Poem 23<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Letter to The Butcher<br /><br />Even after all the times I’ve registered your face<br />I can’t say I’m familiar. It must be that you wear<br />your life of dismantling on your torso so I’m busy<br /><br />wrestling with your invitation to struggle. <br />Like a distant relative I try to stay<br /><br />distant and like a distant relative I try<br />little to understand but I do understand<br />that I’m the birch and you’re the freeze<br /><br />so I’m accepting with fighting resignation<br />that I wear my own dismantling on my torso too. <br /><br />Like you, I’ve ruined most of what I’ve loved<br />and it all comes back in the form<br />of road, failed crops, or waking<br /><br />like a sad hunger. I’ve been an amateur<br />in learning the structure of things, the scaffolding<br /><br />to hearts but when it comes to gutting I’ve got it together<br />in spades. Master of anatomies, I want to imagine<br />a life of long harvests, fruitful scavenging<br /><br />and building new, of putting the life back<br />into the bodies; there’s no room for apologies now.</span></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">marlo barrera</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">january 2011</span></span></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-1451595263954336772011-01-26T13:47:00.001-08:002011-01-26T13:51:06.817-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBs1Hi43cHnoe2D71DUklgfkxz_8rkC7b02C0b21MGGWSIgYE6dww8mFhuHQXVFMNju4GIjarJej_gyX_LOpfxFTUXKkAGU3JlW6bG8W-jWBs8L093p_Tqv1AbmTLRQEalNqbbWRnrpUw/s1600/2dde68d1a5747a842acc8c610610f8c31145d47d_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6TQ5bnutSyHdo-ucv1jz84Ehs37d5M0gRQqqhVkVC_o5aRlhJqG2fHhpT96pwybAyDI-gzTIjy8OWaSQK5fR3eKrwA9n-n9XVnRIqeW-SIaw677tuhcjSlL4Prp8L9DoqNShKkV5yark/s400/00+one+hat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566615378411464114" /></a><br /></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-90915234032118888862011-01-23T16:20:00.000-08:002011-01-23T16:25:02.274-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFHr9mDXBZCo-6reAvq4Qusrd88oBExbp_AhUmElqsZfaD3mcFSoxUoiFof9kzreOLldpggFMvrhduvhPds_f0q9n6HeVX_r7lYLoOfLyaIpXRrbeedXEVaLIFpD72Oulwy8opabvBuY/s1600/watercolor2+1%253A23%253A11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFHr9mDXBZCo-6reAvq4Qusrd88oBExbp_AhUmElqsZfaD3mcFSoxUoiFof9kzreOLldpggFMvrhduvhPds_f0q9n6HeVX_r7lYLoOfLyaIpXRrbeedXEVaLIFpD72Oulwy8opabvBuY/s400/watercolor2+1%253A23%253A11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565541708827009042" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAtGTWlS9PcSY0aqJV3k1eIuQVoXr1OXkr9GLHwS0IzD4NQalJaFMMsIkGerZukGGAX4GrUi2Apku58Z9uuP7wEOE9weL_uOFPvdfEe9qZNm5GkjjTO__1focPo3i0zdwkHp24Okk5PM/s1600/watercolor+1%253A23%253A11.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggAtGTWlS9PcSY0aqJV3k1eIuQVoXr1OXkr9GLHwS0IzD4NQalJaFMMsIkGerZukGGAX4GrUi2Apku58Z9uuP7wEOE9weL_uOFPvdfEe9qZNm5GkjjTO__1focPo3i0zdwkHp24Okk5PM/s400/watercolor+1%253A23%253A11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565541695742299650" /></a>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-37512461855013547772011-01-16T21:59:00.000-08:002011-01-16T22:01:58.297-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUL26FDSlp-5A3Gk4MQJMNRFA1dL903vYLgVcLKvo4fLAg_P4jsqu06hF7570CGF2Aka8W2EYZjk9EeMZ5exhSvVZhpsZcWvrRJWqkM9oUZKfdQ-tPf479maCuh8mggCP00IL1sE_U8V0/s1600/539f8fbe5a06cd1d17f90a33cd79bfc6208eafbc_m.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUL26FDSlp-5A3Gk4MQJMNRFA1dL903vYLgVcLKvo4fLAg_P4jsqu06hF7570CGF2Aka8W2EYZjk9EeMZ5exhSvVZhpsZcWvrRJWqkM9oUZKfdQ-tPf479maCuh8mggCP00IL1sE_U8V0/s400/539f8fbe5a06cd1d17f90a33cd79bfc6208eafbc_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563031044750628178" /></a>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8425684846665503675.post-33162135908892975452011-01-12T12:41:00.000-08:002011-01-16T17:50:59.891-08:00poem 22<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">New Years Day in the Crescent City<br /> (Self Portrait 2)<br /><br />At six-thirty a.m. the nine of us are splendid<br />beasts toward home in the fog. I’ve never seen<br />such a tired migration be executed<br />with such beauty, but something in the steps<br />derived from crude estimations<br /><br />is a freedom. In a moment<br />our avian selves are land held<br />and that’s okay. See: I’m learning to stave off<br />the somber drunkenness and this walk is a light.<br />Everyone is a little more tender<br /><br />this time of night. Like experienced mourners<br />we brush each other as we pass, hold<br />each others faces near our own faces,<br />fold our hands into each others weary hands.<br />I think that nothing has ever moved as we do.<br /><br />This is a relief; I see now we are easy<br />targets for even the smallest assaults: day, light,<br />the wild. I’m hearing it, the pulsing echo.<br />After tonight I’m giving up the body. </span></span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">marlo barrera</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">january 2011</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">i think i will work on this more. i guess we'll see.</span></span></div>Marlo Barrerahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13256387739943776571noreply@blogger.com0