by Roberto Bolaño, trans. by D. Matus
Rejections from Anagrama, Grijalbo, Planeta, certainly also from Alfaguara, Mondadori. A ‘no’ from Muchnik, Seix Barral, Destino... All the editors... All the readers...
All the sales managers...
Under the bridge, in the rain, a golden opportunity to see myself:
like a snake at the North Pole, but writing.
Writing poetry in the country of imbeciles.
Writing with my son on my knee
Writing until night falls
With a roar from a thousand demons.
The demons that must take me to hell, but writing.