Category Archives: Things that make me bow

Translating Neruda (Agua Sexual)

Posted on May 5, 2013 by elisabethwithaness

I share my hometown (Temuco, Chile) with beloved Chilean poet, Pablo Neruda. Although Neruda died in 1973, when I was just a wee girl, still, I like to think that Neruda and I drank of the same water, breathed the same … Continue reading →

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From now on, only music you like

Posted on December 2, 2012 by elisabethwithaness

On Friday I saw Harold. He will be 80 in March. He’s a physicist and an emeritus professor and that’s not his real name or field. (Other than those 2 details, what follows is true). Harold had gotten my postcard … Continue reading →

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