Prólogo 》

Cover Image

Keynote
Ameer Phillips, ’17

Premio Ramiro Lagos, 2023
Presentation
Primer Premio | 1st Prize
Segundo Premio | 2nd Prize
Premio de traducción | Translation Prize

Ficción | Fiction
Anyelly Herrera, ’24
Michelle Geiser Menz, ’18
Anonymous

Voces de | Voices of Abiayala
Francisco Huichaqueo (Wallmapu, Chile)
Roxana Miranda Rupailaf (Wallmapu, Chile)

Reimaginings | Reimaginaciones 
Éowyn Bailey ’26
Max Congdon, ’23
Mary Grace Kelly, ’25
Nadia Letendre, ’25
Elena Miceli, ’20
Brendan Robinson, ’26
Grant Ward, ’23

Multimedia
Jimena Bermejo (Theatre)
Ahana Nagarkatti, ’25

Poesía | Poetry
Éowyn Bailey, ’26
Colectivo Stein IV
Ahana Nagarkatti, ’25
Ashley Rodríguez Lantigua, ’23
Camiah Small, ’26

Agradecimientos | Thanks

Equipo editorial

About us | Sobre nosotros

Disclaimer and fair use statement
Sigma Delta Pi︎


Copyright for individual contributions owned by their respective creator(s). All other material ©College of the Holy Cross, 2023. No part of this site, www.fosforo.us, may be reproduced in whole or in part in any manner without permission of the copyright owner.

The views expressed on this site are their creators’ and do not necessarily reflect those of the editorial staff, Sigma Delta Pi, the College of the Holy Cross, or any other entity.

This website provides links to external sites for your convenience and information. We do not endorse or control the content of these sites, and their inclusion does not imply affiliation with fósforo, Sigma Delta Pi, or College of the Holy Cross. Clicking on external links is at your own risk, and we are not responsible for the accuracy, security, or availability of the linked content. External sites may have different privacy policies and terms of use, so review them for your protection. We are not liable for any damages or issues arising from your use of external links on our website.



Mark

Brendan Robinson, ’26

Epilogue

The author wrote this piece as part of the Monserrat course “Love, Text and Performance,” taught by Professor Ellen Lokos. It is inspired by the play Blood Wedding (Bodas de Sangre) by Spanish poet and dramatist Federico García Lorca.

︎

MOON:
Twilight, to Dusk, then midnight,
Twilight, to Dawn, then day,
The sun chases me across the sky.
In fear, a silver tear rips across my pale face.
All the purpose of his life is to take what’s mine.
Even if fate is willing
To let my eclipse ravage the light,
The sun will not extinguish.

SUN:
I do not rage without a reason,
Your “placid” night steals the life of day
It freezes crops and breeds blight,
Those below die in your light,
It is I who should reign when you take flight.

MOON:
Our children, they’ve forsaken me.
They bask in your heat and warmth
Though my pale glow puts them to innocent sleep.
Oh, how I hate you! You burn them and I weep,
For in your warmth their blood boils and by the blade does seep!

SUN:
But in their frost they sleep and do not wake.
May “what have I done” be me,
“what failed to do” are you.
Oh, how I hate your face, how it mocks me.
Even the light on your cheek is that which I gifted you
And how do you repay me?

MOON:
Certainly not with that which you also gift me,
Craters from rocks flung by your might
My face may be pale and fine, but it is scarred.
Scarred by your passionate hatred,
Your infatuation with my downfall
Your burning, raging, vengeful wrath

SUN: You’ve not the scale to weigh my pain,
I will burn brighter and brighter until the day you return to ash.

MOON: And I will blot your light from the sky until it extinguishes itself,
For you cannot weigh mine.

A PAUSE

SUN:
In another world we could be brothers.

MOON:
But in this world, what seals us is bloodlust.

SUN:
And so does such every ordered pain in this terrible world.

MOON:
Such suffering is bred from the same brood as is love. I will cry when you are dead.

SUN:
As will I for you, for what have I become that is more than your destruction?

BOTH:
Passion, passion, passion, instrument of pain and joy!
Deliver us, through mutual will to our incumbent demise.
On Earth, whether malice is bred from ignorance or demon,
Desire is life, rage is life. Hatred bleeds meaning.
For such is our nature, has been and will always be.

Copyright for individual contributions owned by their creators or used by permission.
All other material ©Fósforo, 2023. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited.