Chinese Ideograms

By Keny Baruch

By Marco Antonio

Haikus of Jose Juan Tablada

           

HOJAS SECAS
El jardín esta lleno de hojas secas;
Nunca vi tantas hojas en sus árboles
Verdes, en primavera.

DRY LEAVES
The garden was full of dry leaves;
I never saw so many leafs in their trees
Green  in Spring.

EL CABALLO DEL DIABLO
Caballo del diablo
Clavo de vidrio
Con alas de talco



THE HORSE OF THE DEVIL
Horse of the devil:
Nail of glass
With wings of  powder.

MARIPOSA NOCTURNA
Devuelve a la desnuda rama
Nocturna mariposa,
Las hojas secas de tus alas.

NOCTURNAL BUTTERFLY 
Give back to the branch naked
Nocturnal butterfly,
The dry leafs of your wings.


HOTEL
Otoño en el hotel de primavera;
En el patio de “tenis”
Hay musgo y hojas secas.

HOTEL
Autumn in the hotel of spring;
In the yard of “tennis”
There are mosses and dry leafs.


LUCIÉRNAGAS
Luciérnagas en un árbol
¿Navidad en verano?

GLOW-WORM
Glow-worm in a tree.
Christmas  in  summer?

                        Version in English:    Arly Fuentes Azcorra  

Prólogo

Arte, con tu áureo alfiler 

Las mariposas del instante 

Quise clavar en el papel; 

En breve verso hacer lucir, 

Como en la gota de rocío, 

Todas las rosas del jardín; 

A la planta y el árbol 

Guardar en estas páginas 

Como las flores del herbario. 

Taumaturgo grano de almizcle 

Que en el teatro de tu aroma 

El pasado de amor revives, 

Parvo caracol del mar, 

Invisible sobre la playa 

Y sonoro de inmensidad! 

Prologue

Art with a aurous pin

Instant butterflies

I wanted to stick in the paper;

In short verse make you look,

As in the dewdrop,

All garden roses;

A plant and the tree

Save in these pages

As herbal flowers.

Caster bean musk

In the theater of your scent

The past of love revives,

Parvum sea snail,

Invisible on the beach

And sonic vastness!

Epílogo 

 !Ah del barquero!

Epilogue

Ah, the boatman!

   English translation:  Eyri Polanco

The Literary Canon

     The literary canon is a tool to size art and culture in our society.  It is a model that we need to follow when we want introduces ourselves in a particular branch of art and culture.

  In literature, the canon is a brief but very selective list of classic works that even in the time we are living, are still read with a very powerful interested. This list are maintaining without variations, generation after generation. The reason of the list is not complex at all; this literary works, have been chosen because of their social prestigious and are considered as an essential element of education in the youth. 

When someone teaches literature is pretty impossible not establish a canon. The canon should have a very extensive repertoire of classic works and authors that join two factors at the same time: the aesthetic interest and the pedagogical necessity. When we talk about aesthetic interest we really need to be careful to choose works of quality, which ones are the major works that might like students. And when we refer to the pedagogical necessity, we are talking about which ones worth show and be analyzed by students. Certainly, it must stimulate the mind of students and transmit them the passion for literary lecture. 

The canon is necessary in any aspect. Every culture, every epoch has a list of reference.

“The cannon should be a canon of desire, as Borges proposed, where the process of canonization, for a very curious reader, should never end and be re-form a thousand times”. María del Carmen Castañeda. 

Written by Angelica Carrillo


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It is a term used widely to refer a group of literary works that are considered the most important of a particular time period or place. Therefore, to teach literature it is inevitable to ensure a canon, a closed repertoire of works and authors in which you combine two factors: the aesthetic taste and the pedagogical need.

The central idea in the concept of literary canon arises from a double need: continually review the list of recommended reading in class and an awareness of the need to affirm the importance of this list because it must serve to promote the study of literature and to facilitate your personal enjoyment, whether in school or outside of it.

By: Arly Georgina Fuentes 

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The term "canon", of Greek origin, refers to the concept of "rod or standard." Within the literary system, the concept of canon underlines the existence of a model or ideal ratio when considering literary works. That amount, called the literary canon is, in broad terms, the total written and oral work that still remains. However, this potential is limited canon from the outset about the possibility of access or no access to certain works. So we can say that any fee is just one part of a whole literary chimerical.

By: Ana Olivia

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The term "canon", of Greek origin, refers to the concept of "rod or standard." Within the literary system, the concept of canon underlines the existence of a model or ideal ratio when considering literary works. That amount, called the literary canon is, in broad terms, the total written and oral work that still remains. However, this potential is limited canon from the outset about the possibility of access or no access to certain works. So we can say that any fee is just one part of a whole literary chimerical.

By: Daniel Perez

One Perfect Rose by Dorothy Parker

One Perfect Rose

A single flow'r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet -
One perfect rose.


I knew the language of the floweret;
'My fragile leaves,' it said, 'his heart enclose.'
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it's always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.

Dorothy Parker

Read by Keny Baruch

Anabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Edgar Allan Poe

Read by Keny

El uno y el otro

If trees were candies, I'd kiss you until the end.
If tomorrow was today, I'd take you to anywhere.
If red was blue, I'd love you forever.
If i got a penny for everytime you say no, I'd shoot you in your head.
If i were honest, I'd die tomorrow.
If i could grant your breath, I'd do your homework.
If i could hold the fire, I'd be a superhero.

By Erik & Jhony

O captain! My captain! by Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip, the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead.

By Walt Whitman