Hope Sandrow, Palm Sunday, Century City I L.A., 1983, silver print. Courtesy of Oggi Domani, New York.
During the mornings
I hear the song of the zenzontles,
zanates, guises and gorriones;
the waters of a riverbed flow near a Ceiba.
There the birds fly upward
and then dive for a sip of water.
During the war
this ceiba
remained leafless, alone and without birds
and its trunk gored by bullets
Poetry Workshop of Barrio La Primavera
Translated from the Spanish by Zoë Anglesey.
From Poesia Libre, #7, July 1982 and The Dalmo’ma Anthology, Empty Bowl Press, 1984.
When the wind blows with all its force
Originally published in
Nicolas Echevarria, Pam Yates, art by James Nares and Tom Otterness, writing by Daisy Zamora, Kathy Acker, Glenn O’Brien, and more.
We need our own space to think and digest what we see. And we also have to trust the viewer and trust the power of the object. And the power is in simple things. I like the kind of clarity that that brings to thought. It keeps thought from being opaque.
Felix Gonzalez-Torres
