Spicaresque:

A Spanglish blog dedicated to the works, ruminations, and mongrel pyrotechnics of Yago S. Cura, an Argentine-American poet, translator, publisher & futbol cretin. Yago publishes Hinchas de Poesia, an online literary journal, & is the sole proprietor of Hinchas Press.

Saturday, April 19, 2014

HINCHAS #13: CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: WORLD CUP ISSUE


The digital codex of contemporary pan-American writing, Hinchas de Poesia is currently seeking submissions of poetry, fiction, and criticism for their thirteenth issue, which will be published simultaneously with the onslaught of the 2014 World Cup in June.

We are not seeking literature about fútbol per se; your piece's virtuosity and verve might be enough for readers to connect it to the world of fútbol. But, do not let us stop you from constructing original poems in traditional forms that define, delineate, or further deconstruct fútbol.

We are interested in the intersection between lyrical prowess and the religious cult of Fútbol. The beautiful game is not only a religious phenomenon, it has severe, geopolitical repercussions. We are interested in fútbol, as it is played in the mind, and on the field. If you have anything like this, please send it to us so we can share it with our audience.

Saturday, April 5, 2014

HINCHAS TWELVE/HINCHAS DOCE


Hinchas de Poesía (www.hinchasdepoesia.com) is pleased to introduce Mo Fowler, Lauren Hawley & Ghada Seiffadine. Other poets include Laura Jensen, Pamela Stewart, Nancy Aidé González, & Amalia Ortiz. They also feature fiction by Donna Vitucci & review new books by Chip Livingston, Roberto Bolaño & James Cervantes.
This is their 12th issue. Their next issue will cover the World Cup and celebrate five years of publishing writing (poetry, fiction, and criticism) from the Americas. They don't sell advertising so you might say their model is a little off, but it's obvious to all that Hinchas is a labor of love and driven by passion. Please linger on their new issue and tell me what you think.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

LOS ANGELES COUNTY JAIL SONNET #7

I bring Rivas Richard Price’s Lush and a novel by Elmore
Leonard. Bickers, I bring Roth’s Human Stain and some Don DeLilo,
White Noise or Underworld, I forget. Escaleras I bring a Jackie Collins’s
novel, Lucky’s Revenge, I happen to find on Amazon for fifty cents.

Turner, Ronald, and Chico, we give copies of Zinn’s A People’s History…,
with which to scale deeper suppositions; I give The Plague to Sal Mahmoud,
praise the patience of a story inside of a story, as prisons of novels or jails of books.
Aguirre, I bequeath, Harold & the Purple Crayon, and a handle of Listerine.

Into the facility, I bring battle-axe dictionaries, primers on Corporate Accounting,
blanched copies of National Geographics on the Silk Road or Nefertiti’s shadow,
the entire series of those blasted Harry Potter novels, and a D.M.V. driver’s manual.

Mostly, I hear, “Mister, bring me a James Patterson or one of those Bourne joints.”
But, I don’t shy away from bringing biographies on Ghandi or Churchill,
pick your own adventure books, or liptick-pirate harlequin jobs,
self-help books on defeating ego terrariums.

LOS ANGELES COUNTY JAIL SONNET #6

In the fall, I bring in a poet that did time
in the 90's for possession, or petty theft?

The poet brings seven mimeographed copies of his hefty
book of poems “in,” in an Amoeba tote to better line

the vomit-beige cinderblocks and municipal spider-
tables of the pods, the innards, per se, of the martial dressing-
down of self to threshold of ser, a severe devolution.

In the winter, I bring in another poet, the World Stage's Leimert-
Neo, but, real talk, I need must drag all the L.A. poets I know through control bubble.

I must inundate the joint with novels and books of poems, primers on the troubles
of living the lessons in the Bhaddekaratta Sutta, or of reinforcing tiers
of xenophobic regimes in dormant dragon barracks.

I must waterlog the nightmare steed, the scribes that breathe the break
from Information Systems to Incarcerated Prisms and invite them to pit.