Literature + Illness = Illness

Every book in the world is out there waiting to be read by me.

Poetry is the one thing that isn't contaminated, the one thing that isn't part of the game.

They could read him, they could study him, they could pick him apart, but they couldn't laugh or be sad with him.

It's strange how things happen, Mauricio Silva, known as the Eye, always tried to escape from violence even at the risk of being considered a coward, but the violence, the real violence, can't be escaped, at least not by us, born in Latin America in the 1950s, those of us who were around twenty years old when Salvador Allende died.

Metaphors are our way of losing ourselves in semblances or treading water in a sea of seeming.

Poetry and prison have always been neighbors.