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    The Machine for Living
    The Machine for Living
    The Machine for Living
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    The Machine for Living

    By Carmen Avila

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    The Machine for Living - A book of poems on the body and the senses 

    A book of poems about the human body, senses and emotions. This work, that bears the title of a poem by Paul Valéry, has managed to embody a great sensitivity and a sonorous quality. This work was a finalist in the XIII María del Villar de Navarra Poetry Contest in Spain and also received an honorable mention in the 2008 Francisco Cervantes Vidal National Poetry Prize in Querétaro, México.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBadPress
    Release dateMay 16, 2019
    ISBN9781547584468
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      The Machine for Living - Carmen Avila

      The Machine for Living

      Carmen Ávila

      This work was written with the support of the Young Creators scholarship, provided by the State Fund for Culture and the Arts 2005 of the state of Coahuila de Zaragoza. The poet was a finalist in the XIII María del Villar de Navarra Poetry Contest, Spain and obtained honorable mention in the 2008 Francisco Cervantes Vidal National Poetry Prize in Querétaro, México.

      Somatism (heresy of the end of time)

      Adoration, cult of the machine for living

      Paul Valéry

      Anatomy

      (or the pig of misdemeanor)

      1. Feet

      1.1 Podiatrist:

      To Edgar Santana

      I gift thighs without cellulite

      shaved calves

      because of the varicose veins I no longer stand in wait

      for a ballet dancer to come

      or a tap, tango or salsa dancer

      nor running tracks

      the New York marathon was closed

      I am no good at relays

      I do not compete in the Olympics

      I prefer a wheelchair

      or crutches for the soul

      I do not want to be an apostle just to be washed

      heels and powdered guilt

      My three second love affairs

      on your marks

      get set

      GO!

      They persist like fungi

      They hurt like ingrown nails

      nobody warned me that for forgiveness

      knee pads were necessary

      I have only frayed socks

      Worn out tights

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