Bruce Dean Willis

is Professor of Spanish and Comparative Literature at The University of Tulsa. His research and publications focus on diverse aspects of poetry and performance, and expressions of Indigenous and African cultures, in Latin American literature, particularly Brazil, Chile, and Mexico.

TIME FOR CHOCOLATE is available for purchase through One Act Play Depot! A brief description:

An intoxicating evening of music, poetry, and chocolate... in pre-conquest Mexico!
Based on a fifteenth-century dialogue among nobles schooled in rhetoric and philosophy, the play pits father against son in a war of words over the power and beauty of artistic expression.

Saturday, May 18, 2013

diaphany

It didn't catch my eye;
my eye caught it,
a play of light and lift. 
You see what you want, after all.
Seek and ye shall find.

Red, slung in an arc between two trees
it pulsed back and forth
in the sunlight that turned green gold.

I wanted to escape from the meeting 
- it hung just beyond the threshold -
to lie in it, to swing in it,
hammock's ghost
suspended between transcendences
firm while soft, round while straight.

But there was no breeze.
The flow and slack 
streamed through the red firehose
that happened to curve and dip 
among the trees -
in this way only did the realm of fact catch my eye.

In the sway of fantasy it mattered not
and I was back on my back
in the red hammock on the slim balcony
overlooking Botafogo
and the threads of possibilities
and continuities 
extending playfully and joyfully
into a
transcendence
as firm as possible for being so soft
as round as possible for being so straight
the web, the mesh, the arc, the arrow
hammock or hose
of me, on me, under me
restraining my pulsing thoughts
and releasing them into the sky,

a diaphany...


Next I looked,
the ghost was gone.
In its lack
I placed the seed
for this poem




Note: I, too, thought I had made up the word "diaphany," with the meaning of diaphanous epiphany. I'm proud to join a chorus willing this word and its meaning into wider understanding:  http://www.stuartdavis.com/blog/diaphany


Saturday, May 11, 2013

The shape of your palm

There is no geography
like the shape of a palm,
like the particular map of what is a palm,
to convey to the practiced soothsayer
the angle of the thumb's rays
the direction of the prevailing fingers
the lifelines of high tide flush,
each jointed frond opposing,
thirsty for life, 
splayed to best caress the light
even as the winds spin their prints and whorls 
and something like the bark of a tree 
grows rough
and grows
 hewn.

There is no cartography
like the shadow of a palm,
when it gestures, when it dances
in the splashed moon,
in the heaving tide sucked and spit,
in the celestial hand
to which it clings, it 
cleaves,
for dear
life. 

Saturday, May 4, 2013

vista relativa

No Rio de Janeiro
o Morro Dois Irmãos
tem vista espetacular
o Pão de Açúcar
tem vista privilegiada
o Cristo Redentor
tem vista panorâmica

Os favelados do morro
têm vista espetacular
os ricos de Ipanema
têm vista privilegiada
os voadores de asa delta
têm vista panorâmica

Mas no Rio de Janeiro
a vista mais espetacular
mais privilegiada
mais panorâmica
é a vista que têm
ainda
os urubus