ARP – THE WORKS OF ARIEL RIVEROS PAVEZ

Field theory of the senses. autotheory: noumenology of psychosis, chronesthesia as pre-diagnostic association prose, poetry

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  • Three poems by Julio Herrera y Raussig translated by Ariel Riveros Pavez

    A Pythagorean Embrace Below the honeysuckle on the lattice as it laced its verdant foliage, I was ill at ease in the illusory chiaroscuro inside an old bower A lone bird crystallised its lament amid humid sulfurous incense the amber moon… Continue reading

  • One-Iris

    The dreamer is indifferent              to the didact has beatific dispassions              a tight offhand grip on things a certainty in demise              and a… Continue reading

  • Accidentity

    The heart and earshave had enough so so same musicthe overpop of frogs in throatscroaking every breath even the filter of wallsechoes the creaks the back of the sameunmoving head phlegmatic the solitude of your tastesare louder than I can… Continue reading

  • Early Morning Downpour in Marrickville

    My bedroom is dull with cloud and the rumbling dawn makes a masked entrance the lightning stammers and loops the miniscule now disappears vanishing in a brim of burst the lay quiddity of gutter inlets pavement cursive with this downpour… Continue reading

  • Two Poems by Aquiles Nazoa translated by Ariel Riveros Pavez

    The Credo according to Aquiles Nazoa I believe in Pablo Picasso, Almighty, Creator of Skies and Earth;  I believe in Charlie Chaplin, son of rats and violets, who was crucified, dead and buried by the time  but who is resurrected… Continue reading

  • Futurefute

    the water is sound asleep       like a log under the wound bridge        the wind mills at full tilt                     still stops        … Continue reading

  • Three Poems by Aquiles Nazoa translated by Ariel Riveros Pavez

    Serenata a Rosalia Levántate, Rosalía a ver la luna de plata que el arroyuelo retrata y el lago fotografía. Levántate, vida mía; ¡anda, pues, no sea ingrata! Levántate con la bata, o sin ella Rosalía. Ay, levántate mi nena: sé… Continue reading

  • Morsel by Morsel

    A meal shared between friends daily tapers like a crisp Cape Doctor emptied of exhalation the paper dishes are blown away now we only meet for bread or toast to greet till all we can sate on are pecked crumbs… Continue reading

  • Valli Poole on Erotic Streams

    Erotic Streams moves between states of understated poetic imagery, rising to a more textured world of sensations. It is a work of çelebration Continue reading