Was Pablo Neruda murdered?

2 years ago the government of Chile admitted that “’it is clearly possible and highly probable’ that the death of Mr. Neruda ‘was caused by third-party intervention.’ ” 

It has also now been confirmed that Neruda did not die of cancer, as had been previously thought.

Cancer Didn’t Kill Pablo Neruda, Panel Finds. Was It Murder? – Pascale Bonnefoy – New York Times – 10/21/17

“A former diplomat and senator from the Communist Party, Neruda died at 69 on Sept. 23, 1973, two weeks after a military coup toppled the leftist government of Salvador Allende. Cancer was reported as the cause of death.

“But in 2011, his former driver, Manuel Araya, asserted in an interview with a Mexican magazine that doctors at the private clinic in Santiago where Neruda was being treated poisoned him by injecting an unknown substance into his stomach. Mr. Araya did not witness the injection, but he said that Neruda described it to him from his deathbed when the two men were alone.”

A deadly form of bacteria has been found in one of Neruda’s molars.  An investigation is underway. We will hopefully know more within a year.

Erasing Trump

The Trump-Era Boom in Erasure Poetry: How a poetic form gained new political purpose online in 2017. – Rachel Stone – The New Republic – October 23, 2017

“In these poems there is a desire to re-examine the institutions and narratives that shape Americans’ lives, from government bureaucracy to new media. The poems’ authors reassert power over language that has typically been used to determine who does and does not belong. And while poets have been reassigning meaning to texts in this way for at least a century, erasure has gained new energy at a moment when the country is deeply polarized—when official documents may hold radically different consequences and meanings for different people.”

Dailies 10/23/17: the reading, the place, after hours, what the angels left


Andrew Jamison – The Reading

Early mornings, long mornings of low heart rate,
softened shoulders, strong supermarket tea,
the sofa. Days of pages and page silence.
Months mingled with traffic and talk from the street
through the opened window as you read.

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Paul Zimmer – The Place

Once in your life you pass
Through a place so pure
It becomes tainted even
By your regard, a space

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Verse Daily did not post today. 


Howard Altmann – After Hours

We were searching for
ourselves, after logic
for no good reason,
jumping fires to take
the heat for walking,


Poetry Diary: looking for more poems dealing w/exhaustion. I like this one, though it freaks me out. 

Marie Howe – What the Angels Left

At first, the scissors seemed perfectly harmless.
They lay on the kitchen table in the blue light.

Then I began to notice them all over the house,
at night in the pantry, or filling up bowls in the cellar
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Dailies 10/22/17: only this morning, what remains, secrets, what love isn’t, exhausted


Collin Kelley – What Remains

We arrived in Paris on a rainy Sunday,
I remember this now,
as I lift the veil you shrouded me in,
made me complicit in your indecision.


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Dan Gerber – Only This Morning

In a hundred trillion years—
an actual number
though we can’t begin
to grasp it—the last traces
of our universe will be not
even a memory
with no memory to lament it.

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Lola Ridge – Secrets

infesting my half-sleep…
did you enter my wound from another wound
brushing mine in a crowd…
Yrsa Daley-Ward – what love isn’t

It is not a five-star stay. It is not
compliments and it is never ever

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Poetry Diary: Exhausted

Carrie Fountain – First

There is a holiness to exhaustion
is what I keep telling myself,
filling out the form so my TA gets paid
then making copies of it on the hot

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Googling Ourselves & the Country that Doesn’t Exist (in the New Yorker 10/23/17)



Philip Schultz – Googling Ourselves

These strangers with my name,
busy being kidnapped, embezzled,
honored and dying at a frightening rate.
The cross-dressing exterminator convicted of rape

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Marsha de la O – The Country That Doesn’t Exist

I still hear the sound of women at night
crossing the cobblestones, filmy kerchiefs
over their hair, the mic-mac of their clogs—
this in a country that doesn’t exist. But

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Dailies 10/21: pet shop, mom’s jewelry, meteors, upon the heights, we’ll always have parents


Mary Jo Salter – We’ll Always Have Parents

It isn’t what he said in Casablanca
and it isn’t strictly true. Nonetheless
we’ll always have them, much as we have Paris.
They’re in our baggage, or perhaps are baggage

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Robert S. Pesich – Pet Shop

People are wandering the aisles

looking for a pet. I am there

in the back with the silence

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Nicole Cooley – Mad Money

When I find my mother’s jewelry box—blonde leather, impossibly
fifties teenage—desire fills my chest like dirty

shredded Kleenex—desire for my mother’s sixteen-year-old self.

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Yone Noguchi – Upon the Heights

And victor of life and silence,
I stood upon the Heights; triumphant,
With upturned eyes, I stood,
And smiled unto the sun, and sang


Poetry Diary: last night was the peak night of the Orionid meteor shower. (One can see “Orionids” falling until October 26.) My cats woke me up at 2am so I went outside and watched the sky a bit…saw one. They zip across extremely fast! Our neighbors told my kid about them and now he’s afraid of one falling on him. 

Maurice Lesemann – On an Evening of Bright Meteors
Sometimes they drop to earth, you know,
And bury themselves on someone’s farm.
There’s no intent, I think, to harm.
The heaven has deadlier things to throw,

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