Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Great Regulars: Frutas. Growing up in Miami,

any tropical fruit I ate could only be a bad copy of the real fruit of Cuba. Exile meant having to consume false food and knowing it in advance. With joy, my parents and grandmother would encounter Florida-grown mameyes and caimitos at the market. At home, they would take them out of the American bag and describe the taste that I and my older sister would, in a few seconds, be privileged to experience for the first time.

from PBS: Newshour: Poet Ricardo Pau-Llosa Reflects on Influences, Art
also PBS: Newshour: Poet Profile: Ricardo Pau-Llosa
also PBS: Newshour: Poetry Reading by Ricardo Pau-Llosa

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