Poetry at Sangam
Poetry at Sangam showcases poetry in English and translations as well as essays on poetics and news of new releases.
This goddamned virus is killing family, killing friends, killing
culture. Three major artists meet in a television studio to be
interviewed by a critic who did not know she was carrying
the virus. What the fuck? She did not feel a cold coming on,
a slight distemper? But of course she was a hard worker
and did not want to miss this grand reunion of friends to talk
about legacy, paintings, the old days and new methods.
Gerardo died painting literally to the last hour. Thank you
Daniel for that lead, your story in El Norte my 21 grams
times three. Or four if I include the critic, who has
disappeared from social media thoroughfares. I don’t know
if she is trying to breathe. What an unfortunate legacy,
to be the unwitting carrier of the murderous agent?
And what of camera operators, makeup artists, secretaries,
those who met in that deadly studio? And we must ask:
had victims received the vaccine? Did any of them refuse?
What can we do but report all news unfit or fit to print and gaze
in the end at paintings and murals, sift grams, write elegies.