by Roberto Bolaño, trans. by D. Matus
I grew up next to puritan rebels
I have been criticized helped pushed by heroes
of lyric poetry
and the seesaw of death.
I say my lyricism is DIFFERENT
(it has all been said but let me
add something more).
Swimming in the swamp of pretension
is for me like a mercury Acapulco
a fish blood Acapulco
a submarine Disneyland
Where I am happy with myself.