Luis Soares's Blog, page 608
August 25, 2013
Mark Strand - Breath
when you see them
tell them i am still here,
that i stand on one leg while the other one dreams,
that this is the only way,
that the lies i tell them are different
from the lies i tell myself,
that by being both here and beyond
i am becoming a horizon,
that as the sun rises and sets i know my place,
that breath is what saves me,
that even the forced syllables of decline are breath,
that if the body is a coffin it is also a closet of breath,
that breath is a mirror clouded by words,
that breath is all that...
August 24, 2013
George Saunders - Sea Oak
AT SIX MR. FRENDT comes on the P.A. and shouts, “Welcome to Joysticks!” Then he announces Shirts Off. We take off our flightjackets and fold them up. We take off our shirts and fold them up. Our scarves we leave on. Thomas Kirster’s our beautiful boy. He’s got long muscles and bright-blue eyes. The minute his shirt comes off two fat ladies hustle up the aisle and stick some money in his pants and ask will he be their Pilot. He says sure. He brings their salads. He brings their soups. My phone...
