Something Like The Persistence of Water w/ Bitsy Knox feat. Mayra Rodríguez Castro
11 March 2021
In this special 30th episode of Something Like, we look at the glistening, darkened, persistent paths that water carves, producing new life in the process. A year into recording Something Like from my bedroom in Kreuzberg, we’ll also look into the cyclical quality of water, and so its place in memory. We’ll return to the observance of its dual states: wetness and dryness, high tide and low tide, the shore and the depths of a pool. To navigate all of this, we have Alejandra Pizarnik’s 1962 poem Caminos des Espejo as a guide, this time read by the poet Mayra Rodríguez Castro from her current home in La Esperanza, Colombia—one of the rainiest places in the world.
- Special thanks to Mayra for her contributions to this episode!
- Thanks as always to Roger 3000 for providing us with Something Like’s jingle
- The music behind my voice in this episode is from Toshiya Sukegawa’s (助川敏弥), Bioçic Music Aqua (バイオシック・ミュージック 「水」),1993
Mayra A. Rodríguez Castro is a poet and translator. Rodríguez is the editor of Dream of Europe: Selected Seminars and Interviews (Kenning Editions, 2020). Her translations include the Pornomiseria Manifesto by Luis Ospina and Carlos Mayolo (2017) and Ecogenoethnocide by Santiago Arboleda Quiñonez (2018). Here is an interview with Mayra speaking about Audre Lorde, Dream of Europe: Selected Seminars and Interviews, a book that Mayra edited and released with Kenning Editions last year.
Ladan Osman is a poet, born in Somalia and raised in Columbus, Ohio. She earned a BA from Otterbein University and an MFA from the University of Texas at Austin’s Michener Center for Writers. In 2014 her poetry collection The Kitchen Dweller’s Testimomy won the annual Sillerman First Book Prize for African Poets. Osman lives in Chicago. Read her poem Water at Narrative Magazine.
Alejandra Pizarnik was a poet, born in Buenos Aires, Argentina in 1936. She studied philosophy and literature at the University of Buenos Aires before dropping out to pursue painting and her own poetry. She lived in Paris from 1960–64. She published eight books of poetry before her death in 1972 at age 36, by suicide.
Here is Lydia Merriman Herrick’s English translation of Caminos del Espejo from the Spanish:
Paths of the Mirror
And above all gazing with innocence. As if nothing were happening, which is true.
But I want to look at you until your face moves far from my fear like a bird on the sharp edge of night.
Like a little girl drawn with pink chalk on an ancient wall suddenly erased by the rain.
Like when a flower opens up and reveals the heart it doesn’t have.
All the gestures of my body and my voice to make an offering out of me, the branch that leaves the wind on the threshold.
Cover the memory of your face with the mask of the one you’ll be and frighten the little girl that you were.
Their shared night dispersed with the fog. It’s the season of cold nourishment.
And thirst, my memory is of thirst, I below, in the bottom, in the well, I would drink, I remember.
To fall like a wounded animal in the place that was going to be revelatory.
Like someone who doesn’t want something. Not a thing.
Sewn mouth. Sewn eyelids. I forgot. Inside, the wind.
Everything closed and the wind inside.
Words turned golden in the black sun of silence.
But silence is certain. That’s why I write. I’m alone and I write.
No, I’m not alone. There’s someone here who trembles.
Even if I say sun and moon and star I refer to things that happen to me.
And what did I want?
I wanted the perfect silence.
That’s why I speak.
Night takes the form of a wolf’s howl.
The pleasure of getting lost in the premonitory image. I arose from my corpse, I went looking for who I am. Wanderer from myself, I’ve gone towards she who sleeps in a country to the wind.
My endless fall into my endless fall where nobody awaited me, since upon seeing who was waiting I saw none other than myself.
Something was falling in the silence. My last word was I but I was referring to the luminous dawn.
Yellow flowers in a circular constellation of blue earth. The wind-filled water quakes.
Glare of the day, yellow birds in the morning. A hand unleashes darkness, a hand drags the hair of a drowned woman who doesn’t cease passing by the mirror. To return to the memory of the body, I have to return to my grieving bones, I have to understand what my voice says.
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Mayra Castro Rodríguez reads Alejandra Pizarnik’s Caminos del Espejo, 1962
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Mayra Rodríguez Castro, lluvia, 2021