Thursday, January 29, 2015

Gertrude The...

Gertrude the
unnatural apple
blossoms every Picasso
once in eleven centuries
when eaves fall at last

Gertrude the
wall-less room
fornix where
where Caesar
where Napoleon
where bloomers

Gertrude the
finial logarithm
stolen chromosome
mitochondrial algorithm
at home in anyone's

Gertrude the

Gertrude the

Gertrude the

Gertrude does not like periods
Gertrude does not like periods
Gertrude does not like periods

Gertrude the

E. A. Costa  29 January, 2015 San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

William S. Burroughs In Mexico City

They are both drunkards he and she
with glasses on their heads and .38 Specials.

He takes aim. He fires. Her head explodes
in shattered prose.

So matriculates the first William Tell
of the Apaches.

With ineffable grace buggering Massasoit,

extinguishing blunderbuss & turkey,

with a broken bough of swamp oak sweeping clean

behind each long-lying footstep of Pilgrim English.

E. A. Costa 28 January, 2015 Liberia, Costa Rica

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Oswald Spengler

                               Ducent Fata volentem,
                               nolentem trahunt....

                                               (Cleanthes ap. Seneca)

Let us resolve an enigma

regarding Mr. Sphinx:

had he never written a word,

if every word writ remained unread--

Faustus would be just as dead.

E. A. Costa (2005-2015) 24 January, 2015 Granada, Nicaragua

Monday, January 19, 2015

Execution Of A Metaphor

Bullet holes in concrete

spattered with red stars,

a blanket of snow below

bleeding its last breath

into the indifferent air.

Do dead souls rise again

when doubly negated?

E. A. Costa 19 January, 2015  Granada, Nicaragua

Saturday, January 17, 2015

The ABC of Reading

                 “The news in the Odyssey is still news....”

                                                               Ezra Pound


Scrawled on the wall

I heard

other words

conspiring heavy breathlessly

whispering softly and the leanest of themselves

making her will known

in silences.



for logic is an ear to many worlds
is the right knock on the green door.



at Constantinople

the pig bones of Venus

Hazard the conditions change &

the deck of fifty two comes down to where
they are placed on the table

eyeing one another

in the land of the blind.

E. A. Costa 17 January, 2015 Granada, Nicaragua

Saturday, January 3, 2015

The Night We Met Pavarotti

We diddled a bit in the rear
of the crowded elevator to our floor.

Then more knee to knee
in the seats.

The performance was part genius
and part the witty vinegar of revenge.

Afterwards he met us backstage,
makeup running with sweat.

He looked up when he saw her.

Then signed his photo with felt pen.

E. A. Costa  3 January, 2015  Granada, Nicaragua

Thursday, January 1, 2015

Otilia, Vive Ac Vale (Vallejo Ascending)

            [dedicated to Roger Santiváñez]

                      Yo no sufro este dolor como César Vallejo.
                      Yo no me duelo ahora como artista, como hombre.
                      Ni como simple ser vivo siquiera....
                                                                             ( César Vallejo)

Footprints on wet sponge meadows,
empty shoes left and right amid a host
of zeros in high alpine heat,

a pile of laundered lavender in the street,

a hand-carved hardwood cane,

everywhere the pain.

No breakfast & then a cairn,

a sign & inscription:




in what two-faced moon between January,

between what lunes of what Hippocrates

lay this ring?

Vive ac vale, Otilia, lost in the smell of our green branches,

lost at the crossroads of three ways....

After that there is no more to be said,
except to shrug the shoulders and keep climbing.

E. A. Costa   28 December, 2011 (Michigan City, Indiana)—1 January 2015 (Granada, Nicaragua)