Ariel Riveros Pavez

Ariel Riveros Pavez

  • Two Poems by Gabriela Mistral translated by Ariel Riveros Pavez

    Verses Everything builds up in my mouththe persistent taste of tears:the daily feasts, songsand even prayer. I have no other service,after the silence of loving you,this hard service of tears,that you left. Eyes shutwith hot tears!Everything turns to prayerfrom my… Continue reading

  • Three Poems by Gabriela Mistral translated by Ariel Riveros Pavez

    Softness When I sing to you, evil ends on Earth: all is sweet in your temples: the ravine, the thorns.. When I sing to you,  my cruelty fades: they’re soft like your eyelids, the lioness and the jackal! Suavidades Cuando… Continue reading

  • Spirit of Stairs

    Staring and still as a postin this red brick apartment block Wit is never delayedit bakes to stewed revenge usually a petty morselcooked to perfect hot excess and the ghosts you wishare famished I think the better of itwhen I… Continue reading

  • Kinks to this post

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  • Raw Thread of (s)ilk – Ariel Riveros Pavez and Artxell Knaphni

    Viceroy Ariel Riveros Pavez2 hrs · The literature of exhaustion has exhausted like a good exhaustion should Like · Comment · Share Artxell Knaphni Bar the ease with which it would or couldUnlike · Reply · 2 · 49 mins… Continue reading

  • No Moon

    I’ve had to come indoorsbecause the full moonis hungry the fool moon is hungryand wants to eatmy choked heart to eat my choked hearthfor its grey artistrylike sacred feasts grey artery like scared featsto gorge on the vainand drink from a… Continue reading

  • Couleur Cafe

    Enculeur a cafe, eterno cahuja eternelle modulaire, puriste et puritaineputaine L’amour sans philosopherC’est comme le caféTrès vite passéMais que veux-tu que j’y fasseOn en a marre de caféEt c’est terminé those who arrived armed with theologynow come company with privilege… Continue reading

  • Death Alone

    A march of one not knowing when the heart takes  last shot and shock lone to the loss of all swarms your universal love impersonal in the end no special serenade the quiet of few words and no-one the fair weather… Continue reading

  • The Inner West

    Newtown – the peak of the bell curve I can wail about rentals and the lawyers who came to stay the artists who have left and woe tidings to 21st century gentry. Clambering out of the money pit Predictions and… Continue reading

  • Nominalised This

    This this, this very thisthe this that’s this thissed not like the thisthat is but a thisthat is thusly thisfulthisly so. Continue reading