Friday, February 18
"Como cuando vivías
Aunque no vuelvas."
I never translated Luis Hernandez even though he belonged to the same generation of Peruvian poets that I focused on. His brother, Max, was a friend. Luis died in 1977 in Buenos Aires, run over by a train. It was probably a suicide.
I also found a fascinating archive of Hernandez's notebooks, filled with felt pen drawings, child-like doodles, poems, spontaneous fragments and other imagings. He used to give these cuadernos to friends as gifts. It makes me want to explore his life, thanks to the Catholic University of Peru, my alma mater.