"did you bring the key?"

Love this piece

Craig Santos Perez

Reading Carlos Drummond de Andrade in class:

“In the middle of the road there was a stone
there was a stone in the middle of the road
there was a stone
in the middle of the road there was a stone.

Never should I forget this event
in the life of my fatigued retinas.
Never should I forget that in the middle of the road
there was a stone
there was a stone in the middle of the road
in the middle of the road there was a stone.”

I read an antipoetic quality in his poems, in the style of the Chilean poet, Parra. A sensibility in which one can no longer recite the praises of nature, nor celebrate humankind, nor glorify divinity, etc. Even the most banal becomes subject. The stone is both interruption and obstruction. Karen mentioned the Steinian quality of this poem, and it does seem…

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