Allen Ginsberg | Howl

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night

Pablo Neruda (audio)

Crepusculario. Santiago, Ediciones Claridad, 1923. Veinte poemas de amor y una canción desesperada. Santiago, ditorial Nascimento, 1924. Tentativa del hombre infinito. Santiago, Editorial Nascimento, 1926.

Cervantes y la leyenda de Don Quijote

Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra es considerado una de las máximas figuras de la literatura española y universalmente conocido por haber escrito Don Quijote de la Mancha, que muchos críticos han descrito como la primera novela moderna y una de las mejores obras de la literatura universal.

Ted Kooser | Poetry Reading

U.S. Poet Laureate (2004-2006) Ted Kooser is a major poetic voice for rural and small town America and the award-winning author of ten collections of poetry, most recently 2004’s Pulitzer Prize-winning Delights and Shadows.

Todd Alcott | Television

Look at me. Look at me. Look at me, look at me, look at me. Look at me. No no no, don’t look over there, there’s nothing to look at over there, look at me, look at me, look at me.Are you looking at me? Is everybody looking at me? Do I have your attention? Good.

Jean Giono | The Man Who Planted Trees

The Man Who Planted Trees (French title L’homme qui plantait des arbres), also known as The Story of Elzéard Bouffier, The Most Extraordinary Character I Ever Met, and The Man Who Planted Hope and Reaped Happiness, is an allegorical tale by French author Jean Giono, published in 1953.

Robert Frost | Spring Pools

These pools that, though in forests, still reflect the total sky almost without defect, and like the flowers beside them, chill and shiver, will like the flowers beside them soon be gone, and yet not out by any brook or river, But up by roots to bring dark foliage on.

Terry Jacobus | So Edgar Allen Poe was in this Car

So Edgar Allan Poe was in this car goin’ the wrong way on ol’ 66 and it’s snowin’ hard and he’s pissed off and worried about everything so he manages to pull over to the side and his woman gets outta the car to check out the situation but Edgar…

The Doors | Ghost Song

Awake. Shake dreams from your hair. My pretty child, my sweet one. Choose the day and choose the sign of your day. The day’s divinity. First thing you see. A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon. Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side.

Sylvia Plath | Daddy

You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.