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Vanessa’s 2024 Year in Books
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Vanessa Angélica Villarreal’s Followers (108)
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Vanessa Angélica Villarreal
Goodreads Author
Born
in McAllen, TX, The United States
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December 2010
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https://www.goodreads.com/vvangelica
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Magical/Realism: Essays on Music, Memory, Fantasy, and Borders
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2024
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3 editions
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Embodied: An Intersectional Comics Poetry Anthology
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2021
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3 editions
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Beast Meridian
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2017
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The Long Devotion: Poets Writing Motherhood
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2022
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2 editions
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Bettering American Poetry 2015
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2017
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Bettering American Poetry, Volume 2
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2017
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Cassette 68
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2016
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Sporklet 8
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2017
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Magical/Realism: Essays on Music, Memory, Fantasy, and Borders
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Hi, and thank you so much for reading Magical/Realism! I never check reviews, much less comment here, but for a fellow nerd, I just wanted to clarify
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“A haunting is the earth in the act of remembering, a repeating record of the past that collapses time, shining its echoes into the present and future. To be haunted is to remember with the earth.”
― Magical/Realism: Essays on Music, Memory, Fantasy, and Borders
― Magical/Realism: Essays on Music, Memory, Fantasy, and Borders
“I Was a Good Wife
for helios, not yet a collapsed star
and an even better
wolf, jawed to a thicket of lonely
lungs trees I mean breathing, comet
come to me, come
a lone light, like the fire
that rips the mountainside’s
dress, I was a good
ununderstood, a wrist
of bent light, undressing
alone an even quieter violence. I am
remembering how to want
my life, how to want to come
even closer to the wolf I was
you wanted this to be about borders
it is”
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for helios, not yet a collapsed star
and an even better
wolf, jawed to a thicket of lonely
lungs trees I mean breathing, comet
come to me, come
a lone light, like the fire
that rips the mountainside’s
dress, I was a good
ununderstood, a wrist
of bent light, undressing
alone an even quieter violence. I am
remembering how to want
my life, how to want to come
even closer to the wolf I was
you wanted this to be about borders
it is”
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“Something vital about language-how we make, read, understand the world, communicate, see one another-is slipping away. Language is a threat to power, and if avenues for discourse and truth-telling disappear, without the relation language makes possible, it is harder to create the allegories that help us see others' struggles as our own.”
― Magical/Realism: Essays on Music, Memory, Fantasy, and Borders
― Magical/Realism: Essays on Music, Memory, Fantasy, and Borders
“My mother forbade us to walk backwards. That is how the dead walk, she would say. Where did she get this idea? Perhaps from a bad translation. The dead, after all, do not walk backwards but they do walk behind us. They have no lungs and cannot call out but would love for us to turn around. They are victims of love, many of them.”
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“You know, they straightened out the Mississippi River in places, to make room for hourse and livable acreage. Occasionally the river floods these places. "Floods" is the word they use, but in fact it is not flooding; it is remembering. Remembering where it used to be. All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was. Writers are like that: remembering where we were, that valley we ran through, what the banks were like, the light that was there and the route back to our original place. It is emotional memory--what the nerves and the skin remember as well as how it appeared. And a rush of imagination is our "flooding.”
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