Irma Roy awarded an Alberto Olmedo Award

On November 22, at the Lola Theatre, Irma Roy was awarded an Alberto Olmedo Award for her films and TV work. In attendance with her was her daughter, Carolina Palpaleo.

Watch part of the Awards Ceremony onYoutube.

Irma Roy and Carolina Papaleo

Daniel Fuster at the café El Histórico 24 November

Daniel Fuster will present his new book  Grandmother Luisa and other stories on the 24th of November at 18:30 hours (6:30 PM) at the café El Histórico located on Mexico 524, Buenos Aires.

Here are a couple of links to Mr. Fuster’s blogs

http://laabuelaluisa.blogspot.com/

http://danielfuster.blogspot.com/

The book is available at El Ateneo

Stephen Page has three poems published in Two Hawks Quarterly

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Ranch Poems

Stephen Page

Last Night I Dreamed Rain

 

 

The clouds quickened under a wax

moon, then settled around plastic palm

fronds. My truck stuck in river bed

three, and just like the time it slipped

into a ditch, I tried to push it out

alone, putting it in gear, then straining

under the bumper, only this time the Tale

Teller arrived on tractor without my call.

Voiceless, I accepted his pull, the Fence

Builders heying from a distance. The damp Cat

rubbed my bare legs while I smoked

a filterless cigarette and the Blonde Collie Bitch chased white ponies around the yard. A blue-eyed

blonde woman, her hair plastered

to her face, her freckles sheening, a scotch

on the rocks in her hand, offered me a blow

job while I barbequed blood

sausage and tenderloin. A pebble-sized

coal, meant to sizzle the meat, rolled

off the brick platform and plopped

into the sand, burrowed under my shoe and came

to rest against the dry grass edging the lawn.

I poured out half a cold beer to extinguish the flames,

and then it began to rain.

 

The Horseback Vet

 

My white pickup was splashing mud

when I lept out

near the wood in lot twenty-one.

 

A cow was lying on her side,

her eyes rolled back,

throat gurgling air.

 

A calf was stuck halfway out

of the uterus, bloody faced, tongue lolled,

crimson bubbles popping from its nostrils.

 

I grabbed it by the forelegs

and tugged it out, cleared its nose

and throat with my fingers.

 

I pressed on the cow’s chest

every five seconds, then stroked

them both and whispered reassurances;

 

but I feared I had arrived too late

to prevent them from lifting

into eucalypti leaves.

 

Then He rode up behind me,

jumped from his horse,

syringes strapped to his belt.

 

He rubbed placenta on her nose

grabbed her by the tail and spun her around

so she could fully scent her calf.

 

We watched her wobble to her feet,

the calf rolled over onto his stomach

and pricked up his ears.

 

On Ranching

 

All this ass kicking and horse riding

and calf pulling and gate lifting and truck

pushing has herniated my abdomen.

The fleeting rain does not puddle as

it did last month. Constants are

falling fenceline and the need

for grass. I have been here before.

I have been here before. The new

gaucho enters my office for the first

time, and I have seen his face

somewhere. Here. His black sombrero,

bombachas, and silver spurs; his white beach

hat, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. Again, again.

The mail lady’s red hair keeps me supplied

with stamps. Me Tarzan, you Jane.

A rice shoot leans against my desk

lamp, and outside, wheat is shin

high. Cut the thistle, cut the thistle.

The security chain we had for months

on gate twenty-eight seems

can be slipped right over the post.

Have you ever had brain cells zapped

by an electric fence? The Cultivators

are fumigating again. A beetle falls

upon my notebook. I must keep

the calves from vaginal death,

and the cows exploding from bloat.

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Stephen Page is the author of The Timbre of Sand and Still Dandelions. He holds a BA from Columbia University and an MFA from Bennington College. He is the recipient of The Jess Cloud Memorial Prize for Poetry. He loves to spend time with his family, teach, ranch, and stroll through the woods.

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A Place of Meadows and Tall Trees

Watch the video introducing the book on YouTube

Check the book website: A Place of Meadows and Tall Trees

Gander through the author’s website: Clare Dudman

Buy the book on Amazon

Carolina Papaleo on Susana Giménez

Carolina will be on the Susana Giménez show tonight, Tuesday, the 4^th of October, at 21:00 hours (9 PM) on channel 11 (telefe), which is channel 123 on DirecTV and 10 on CableVision.

Don’t miss it.

Carolina Papaleo is an accomplished movie, theater, and soap-opera actressShe is also an Ontological Coach. She teaches workshops and trains in company.

For expats this is a great way to practice your Spanish.  For movie, TV, and theater fans, this is a great way to watch and listen to one of your favorite stars.

Check out Carolina’s website at Carolina Papaleo.

Carolina Papaleo on TV

Carolina will be on TV, Monday, the 3rd of October, at 23:00 hours (11 PM) on channel 2, or Ame2, which is channel 120 on DirecTV and 9 on CableVision. The show is titled Maltradas.

Be there or be square.

Carolina Papaleo is an accomplished movie, theater, and soap-opera actress. She is also an Ontological Coach. She teaches workshops and trains in company.

For expats this is a great way to practice your Spanish.  For movie, TV, and theater fans, this is a great way to watch and listen to one of your favorite stars.

Check out Carolina’s website at Carolina Papaleo.

Buenos Aires Street Art

I was highly impressed when I came across this blog.  Check it out.  Follow it:  Buenos Aires Street Art

The Dirty Life

By Kristin Kimball
276 Pages, Scribner
reviewed by Stephen Page

A successful freelance writer with a degree from Harvard lives on the trendy Upper East Side of New York (OK, so she lives in a walkup across the street from the Hells Angels main headquarters building—but the area is becoming popular for aging preppies, so rent and property prices are rising). She gets a hack job from a magazine editor to drive out to small plot of land just past the Big Apple’s suburbs to interview an educated neo-hippie who is running an organic farm. The man avoids her when he can, gives her errands to do when he can’t, and just generally bosses her around and treats her like trash for three days, until she finally stands her ground and corners him as he is running from one of his thousand daily chores to another of his thousand daily chores, and she demands as she points a finger at him, “Look, are you going to give me the interview or not?” He stops in his tracks, chuckles, looks deeply and respectfully into her eyes, and says “yes.” In the ensuing interview, while they are pulling the entrails out of a freshly slaughtered pig, she falls in love with him and he falls in love with her. For the next several years they build a life together while struggling to keep an organic farm viable.

In the memoir Dirty Life, Kristin Kimball shows the reader that “pastoral” and “bucolic” have different connotations—and that neither word is synonymous with “idyllic.” Yet, for Ms. Kimball and her fiancé, privilege is perspective. “Wealth” and “success” are subjective words which cannot be measured in meaning with a pop-culture ruler, but rather with how one lives life.

Once you get past the first page of romance-novel description, The Dirty Life is an outstandingly written book. If you are like me, when I am reading a book that I love, whether it be for its content, plot, voice, characters, or style (and in this case, all of the preceding), you don’t want to finish the book. When you find yourself arriving toward the end, perhaps the last fifth of the book, you procrastinate, continually finding excuses to not read more than a few pages at a time because you don’t want the beauty of the story or the magic of the story telling to end. This is one of those books.

Kristin Kimball

Buy the book on Amazon.

Hear is the Interview

here on Write the Book

Check out the book and the author bio on the website, The Dirty Life

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Esther Cross and Ricardo Coler – My Favorite Text – Lamujerdemivida en FILBA – with Esther CrossEstán invitados: Domingo 11 19 hs en FILBA

Para agrandar, clickeá en la imagen.

La revista Lamujerdemivida coordinará esta lectura en la que escritores y periodistas leerán un breve fragmento de su obra favorita en un minuto. Una multiplicidad de voces para rastrear influencias.

Participan: Aníbal Jarkowsky, Guillermo Martínez, Gerardo Rozín, Sergio Olguín, Ricardo Coler, Eugenia Zicavo, Hinde Pomeraniec, Christian Kupchik, Daniela Kozak, Esther Cross, Javier Sinay, Leni González, Nicolás Hochman,Cynthia Rimsky (Chile), Andrea Jeftanovich (Chile) y Santiago Nazarian (Brasil).

Domingo 11. 19 hs. en Eterna Cadencia. Honduras 5582. Después, brindis.

Quedan invitados!

The Dog House Band

 

Dear friends, Come help us celebrate our fall issue to the rock and country stylings of the Dog House Band—featuringParis Review contributor David Gates and James “Sin Killer” Wood. Yes. Where: Fontana’s, 105 Eldridge Street When: September 10 at 8:15 PM Get more info here. The new mag will be hot off the presses: Lydia Davis on translation, Dennis Cooper and Nicholson Baker on writing dirty books, Terry Castle’s stash of anonymous kiddie photos. Do not miss it, or you will be missed. The Staff