Black Blood, in Jeremiah's Vines
[A Dream Poem]
And I heard the crackling of wood, and I noticed the Lord God had made men of wood, and fire came from his mouth.
Then the wind poured its grief upon us-over our sins; and I heard the words for the seventh time, "Go to the mountains!"
Foolish people of this land pray and understand-for He cometh! Thereof, toss yourself to thy knees, for the roar of rebellious men will bleed: black blood, through the vines of Jeremiah.
Note: 5/10/05, 11:28 AM #639
Article
Writer Visited US
The Correo Newspaper
(Huancayo, Peru)
4-20-05 (page 9)
Dennis Siluk, renowned writer from the USA, was recently in the Mantaro Valley area and visited the Peruvian University "Los Andes" Language Center where there was pandemonium during his meeting with students and staff of the Language Center.
In a short dialog with the students he highlighted the ancient and beautiful Peruvian culture and congratulated the students for being involved in learning the English language; a language which predominates in the world and does not have frontiers, in communication.
He ended up his visit donating books to the Coordinator, Licensed Rigoberto Ricaldi Hurlado.
This is Mr. Siluk's most recent article and poem [Poet/Author, Dennis Siluk: http://dennissiluk.trippod.com].He is a world traveler, and likes the mysteries of [in] life.He believes in the ghostly world, as well as the physical one;the Maya calender and its astronomy and mysteries, as well as loving the Inca legends, and the land of Peru. He also believes in the birth of a new world coming. Rosa Penaloza
Poet/Author, Dennis Siluk: http://dennissiluk.trippod.com
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