Poetry at the Post-Austin Annex: 3-2 Salsa & “The Poem Bodies Make”

“The Poem Bodies Make” by Luis Alberto Ambroggio, as translated by Naomi Ayala

Behold the poem the bodies
of gods who love one another make;

This poem is so lovely, its language so lush. The call to the reader loops me in—to the poem, the image.

Listen to how they knock against each other with the breath of waves;
heart open, light infusing them;

Arco de Córdoba 2007-11-16 CC BY-SA 2. Photo courtesy of  Walter Gomez -
Arco de Córdoba 2007-11-16 CC BY-SA 2. Photo courtesy of
Walter Gomez –

Ambroggio was born in Córdoba, Argentina. Although I have never been to Argentina, I have a touch of it close by at Esquina Tango. Dance classes, Yoga, Latin American films and Spanish conversation—it’s a fun place.

High heels and dancing make me smile. I rarely dance but when in Austin I head to Esquina Tango and catch Salsa Aerobics on Saturdays. The foot moves are fast. I’m off beat most of the time yet I find myself feeling lighter, more hopeful. Perhaps it is the music, the lift and tilt of the Spanish language.

Speaking of lift, here is one of Ambroggio’s poems in Spanish, “Mi Primer Vuelo”, or “My First Flight.”

Con mi sonrisa feliz
le traigo algo del sol triunfante.

Poetry at the Post-Austin Annex: Ole Miss, Kudzu & Beth Ann Fennelly

“The Kudzu Chronicles” by Beth Ann Fennelly

Common names include

Covering seven million acres,
and counting.

Photo courtesy of Scott Ehardt
Photo courtesy of Scott Ehardt

For four years, my husband and I traveled back and forth to Oxford, MS while our daughter was a student at The University of Mississippi. Now that she has graduated and moved on, we miss Ole Miss—The Grove, The Square, and Ajax.

We timed out trips from Texas to reach Oxford in time for lunch at Ajax. Predictably, I always ordered the vegetable plate. The expression “vegetable plate” sounds flat and thin; it cannot begin to evoke the blessed experience of eating a plate of mashed potatoes, squash casserole, fried okra and cheese grits with a glass of $4.50 white wine.

I first encountered kudzu in Mississippi. I thought it was so green, fertile, lovely until I discovered that its shade kills the tree it covers. This invasive weed was introduced to the US in 1876 at the Centennial Exposition in Philadelphia.

I asked a neighbor, early on,
if there was a way
to get rid of it—
Well, he said,
over the kudzu fence,
I suppose
if you sprayed it
with whiskey…

Fennelly’s “Kudzu Chronicles” is a book length poem in thirteen sections. Reading it is a journey back and forth in history—from the actual to the personal and return. Each section surprises and takes us somewhere unexpected.

and let them nibble acorns off my grave.
Then let the kudzu blanket me,

For the first time since 1972, the Ole Miss baseball team is in the College World Series. Sunday at 7 CDT is the first game vs Virginia. I’ll be cheering them on with other Ole Miss fans at a watch party in Austin. Bourbon, tailgate food and “Hotty Toddy’s” all around. It won’t be Oxford—or Omaha for that matter—but it will be as close as we can get.