Miriam Alves
Biographic Data
| ID | 3672326 |
|---|---|
| NAME | Miriam Alves |
| GIVEN NAMES | Miriam |
| FAMILY NAME | Alves |
| SIGNATURE | ALVES M |
| VERIFIED | No |
| TOTAL WORKS | 6 |
| TOTAL CITATIONS | 2 |
| WORKS AS AUTHOR | 6 |
| WORKS AS EDITOR | 0 |
| FIRST PUBLICATION YEAR | 1995 |
| LATEST PUBLICATION YEAR | 2021 |
| H-INDEX | 1 |
Afro-Brasileiras
Mães, Irmãs, Esposas Anônimas Mulheres Guerreirasforça que movepensamentos passosgeração foram as ruasluta sustentodignidadevozsonho melhorAvós, Mães, Tiassilêncio e anonimatoPresença sonhos de contínuas esperanças a banir pesadelos da vida no
The Blind Woman and the Black Woman
The Blind Woman and the Black Woman:A Fable Miriam Alves (bio) Translated by Felipe Fanuel Xavier Rodrigues and Sarah Soanirina Ohmer A gaze observed the spider and its perilous acrobatics. With a rare balancing act, it hung from the ceiling. Its supporting thread was tenuous, invisible. The hypnotized gaze followed the comings and goings of the insect, up and down. At times, as if to provoke her, the little spider came down to her head when, wit…
A Cega e a negra
A Cega e a negra:Uma Fábula Miriam Alves (bio) Observava a aranha em suas peripécias acrobáticas. Pendia do teto num estranho equilibrismo. O fio que a sustentava, tênue, invisível. Os olhos hipnotizados acompanhavam o sobe e desce do inseto. Às vezes, a pequena aranha, como para provocá-la, descia próximo à sua cabeça e, com movimentos rápidos e graciosos, retornava, abeirando-se do teto. Poderia ficar ali horas, dias, meses a fio. Ela e a aranh…
Brincadeira 1 [Just Kidding 1]
Callaloo - Volume 23, Number 4, Fall 2000
Pieces of a Woman
Pieces of a Woman Míriam Alves (bio) It is I in bed who embrace consume you with the ardor of sex. It is I tired, upset I throw myself in bed I bite my lips the flavor of absence I am that woman At night . . . I see myself bent over on the corners whipped by an absence I grow weak break into pieces. Woman I am this woman luffing like confetti in your hand Woman—shards of flesh drying in the back yard a prisoner in the house of amnesia Woman—revol…
Miriam Alves
Miriam Alves Miriam Alves (bio) CHARLES H. ROWELL: You are a writer and an entrepreneur. What does it mean for you to live in this patriarchal society as a woman, as a black woman, as a writer, and as an entrepreneur? MIRIAM ALVES: It’s not very easy. I feel like that poem by Maria da Paixão, “Shouting for São Paulo,” in the anthology Finally Us, organized by me and published by Three Continents Press: When we become Beasts and lambs ain’t easy t…
Pieces of a Woman
Pieces of a Woman Míriam Alves (bio) It is I in bed who embrace consume you with the ardor of sex. It is I tired, upset I throw myself in bed I bite my lips the flavor of absence I am that woman At night . . . I see myself bent over on the corners whipped by an absence I grow weak break into pieces. Woman I am this woman luffing like confetti in your hand Woman—shards of flesh drying in the back yard a prisoner in the house of amnesia Woman—revol…
Miriam Alves
Miriam Alves Miriam Alves (bio) CHARLES H. ROWELL: You are a writer and an entrepreneur. What does it mean for you to live in this patriarchal society as a woman, as a black woman, as a writer, and as an entrepreneur? MIRIAM ALVES: It’s not very easy. I feel like that poem by Maria da Paixão, “Shouting for São Paulo,” in the anthology Finally Us, organized by me and published by Three Continents Press: When we become Beasts and lambs ain’t easy t…
Pieces of a Woman
Pieces of a Woman Míriam Alves (bio) It is I in bed who embrace consume you with the ardor of sex. It is I tired, upset I throw myself in bed I bite my lips the flavor of absence I am that woman At night . . . I see myself bent over on the corners whipped by an absence I grow weak break into pieces. Woman I am this woman luffing like confetti in your hand Woman—shards of flesh drying in the back yard a prisoner in the house of amnesia Woman—revol…
Miriam Alves
Miriam Alves Miriam Alves (bio) CHARLES H. ROWELL: You are a writer and an entrepreneur. What does it mean for you to live in this patriarchal society as a woman, as a black woman, as a writer, and as an entrepreneur? MIRIAM ALVES: It’s not very easy. I feel like that poem by Maria da Paixão, “Shouting for São Paulo,” in the anthology Finally Us, organized by me and published by Three Continents Press: When we become Beasts and lambs ain’t easy t…
Brincadeira 1 [Just Kidding 1]
Callaloo - Volume 23, Number 4, Fall 2000
Afro-Brasileiras
Mães, Irmãs, Esposas Anônimas Mulheres Guerreirasforça que movepensamentos passosgeração foram as ruasluta sustentodignidadevozsonho melhorAvós, Mães, Tiassilêncio e anonimatoPresença sonhos de contínuas esperanças a banir pesadelos da vida no
The Blind Woman and the Black Woman
The Blind Woman and the Black Woman:A Fable Miriam Alves (bio) Translated by Felipe Fanuel Xavier Rodrigues and Sarah Soanirina Ohmer A gaze observed the spider and its perilous acrobatics. With a rare balancing act, it hung from the ceiling. Its supporting thread was tenuous, invisible. The hypnotized gaze followed the comings and goings of the insect, up and down. At times, as if to provoke her, the little spider came down to her head when, wit…
A Cega e a negra
A Cega e a negra:Uma Fábula Miriam Alves (bio) Observava a aranha em suas peripécias acrobáticas. Pendia do teto num estranho equilibrismo. O fio que a sustentava, tênue, invisível. Os olhos hipnotizados acompanhavam o sobe e desce do inseto. Às vezes, a pequena aranha, como para provocá-la, descia próximo à sua cabeça e, com movimentos rápidos e graciosos, retornava, abeirando-se do teto. Poderia ficar ali horas, dias, meses a fio. Ela e a aranh…
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