Most of them are still straddling two worlds, a foot in each one. They share rooms with other students, and from there they write: sometimes about their dreams, sometimes about the choice to stay here. They may get a salary as part-time adjuncts, or may work for tips (in restaurants, clubs, coffee shops, like anyone else). Most of these writers were or are students, and still live on the margins. Javier Molea, a librarian and activist, has also played a big role, especially during his time working for McNally Jackson, when he successfully transformed the basement of the bookstore into a hub, a place where many writers, from across the Hispanophone world or else coming from other cities in this country, knew they could come to give readings from their books. There were several reasons, including the creation of the MFA Program in Creative Writing in Spanish at New York University and a new wave of immigrants and students, enticed by scholarships and more active recruitment efforts from institutions like the Cervantes Institute and the City University of New York.
They organized events, they met and listened to writers who had come to New York from cities big and small across Latin America and Spain. Until the pandemic hit, in a basement in SoHo, in a small bookstore in Queens, in a few small gardens in Manhattan, in Brooklyn, in the Bronx, on a community radio station on Staten Island, poets, writers, essayists–many of them students–met weekly, or daily, to share their work.
What has changed for Spanish-language writing in New York in the time since Martí, and later Lorca, wrote here? Today there is a more or less established route for these writers to present and to publish their work.
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José Martí wrote a series of nonfiction pieces that, after being published for the most important newspapers across the Americas, helped readers–from Buenos Aires and Caracas to Havana and Mexico City–to understand the magnitude of the American experiment. García Lorca wrote Poeta en Nueva York, a series of poems that still talk to us today about the views of a gay European man, fascinated by the energy coming from these streets. A long tradition exists of writers from Spain and Latin America who have come and stayed in this city, and documented their experience in the only language they knew-or the one they elected. That such writing exists should come as a surprise to no one. Hey excuse me ms subulakshmiur activites are thapu lakshmiun pechum thottram romba kuppa lakshmiiii….Just shy of two years since the city of New York was laid low by the COVID-19 pandemic, the December issue of Words Without Borders brings together work from five writers-all of them working in Spanish-that explores this multifaceted city. Podi poda podi poda podi poda podi poda podi poda podi poda po po poį: Hey excuse me mr kandhasamyoru coffee kudipom come with mehott ah cold ah neeye thottu paaruuuuuuu Kashmir naan ne pakisthan theeraadhu dishyum dhaan M: Hitler pethiye hitler pethiye kadhal onnum yudhar ille kolladheyį: Lincoln Perane lincoln perane thathuvangal pesi pesi kolladhey M: venaam venaam venaam ne naamam poda venamun kooda vandha sanda potte vazhkai pogum veena M: un azhagunaala illa un imisaiyala nondha samyun kaiyila sikka maatan indha samykadavul illennu sonnar ramasamykadhal illennu solran kandhasamyį: Noppa noppa noppa sonnaar valluvar grandpaoodal thaandi koodachonnar kadaisi kuralil sharpa M: Hey excuse me ms subbulakshmiur activites are thappu lakshmiun pechum thottram romba kuppa lakshmiiii….į: hey kandhasamy en lifela puyala vandha samyyen azhaga paathu manasula nondha samy che vendha samy thoo Podipodapodipodapodipodapodi podapodi podapo po poį: Hey excuse me mr kandhasamyHey excuse me mr kandhasamyoru coffee kudippom come with mehott ah cold ah neeye thottu paaruuuuuuu Otta sim cardi-l empty i-pod-ilunna switch on seyyaradhu waste-uhutch bull dog-il nachu kilpaukkilenna suthama pona naan safeį: man-road-ey man-road-ey eppo aave main road-ey? kandhasamyoru coffee kudippom come with mehott ah cold ah neeye thottu paaruuuuuuuį: Excuse me Mr.Kandasamyoru long drive polam come with meslow-a speed-a neeye otti paaru
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