日曜日, 6月 26, 2005

fault line poems


Unity within diversity

To Robert ‘Rio’ Rivers

We shall not be afraid
Of becoming the same

Relative perception of reality
maintains diversity

Direct perception of reality
reveals unity

As soon as we go back home
You’ll put on your jacket
Eat hamburgers and log wood
I’ll take off my clothes
Eat fish, tell stories and sell food

Diversity
Is but a result of geography
Whereas unity
Is no result
But a Principle
To be discovered and respected
Beyond differences

.../...

Nature and Human



Nature happens
Humans not
Humans are made
To happen


Secret: To make it happen
Be with Nature

.../...


Gender


Gender
Sex
Power
Male Female
Me We
Men Women
Menace Womb
Violence

Gender
Kind
Masculine Feminine
Kinship
Love
Family


.../...


Generation



Generation
Where old and young do have a say
Generation
Of girls that grow without disdain
Generation
Of not only middle-aged white men
Generation
A black, yellow, brown and white cake
Generation
For those that do not dare to wait
Generation
For nature to generate, re-generate
Generation
In our actions and our faiths
Generation
Not destruction, not complains
Generation
Of a horizontal share


.../...

Race

‘Some things are not to negotiate’

Have we ever thought of race…?
Not as a color, a group, a sect
But

Race as a spring... of being
Race as a dash... of spice
Race as a sprint... of the diverse
Life racing in race
Ramifying, self-preserved
Race as preservation
Race as Life
Life as Race

.../...

Territory

Inspired by and in honor of Gal Harmat and Caroline Abulebda

‘Rewind’ (title by Waltrud)

After 500 years
Still a foreigner
In ‘my’ own land
Venezuela

Yet land does not belong
to anyone,
Unless one is kicked out
By force

My grandfather, a Guajiro
Knew it
My grandmother, an Italian
Did not

Thus violence gave birth
to “ rights”
the more rights the more violence
and so on...

Yet land does not belong
to anyone
Unless one is locked in
By force

Extremes make us so unhappy
Attached to what we never thought
was neither ‘ours’ nor 'yours'
Until it got lost by force

Yet without force
We are all foreigners
Landless wherever we go
Cause land was there
Long, long ago

.../...


Class

I laugh at being ‘man’

I laugh at being ‘man’
Man is but a surname
a condition
Man for the unaware


I laugh at being ‘man’
As if inside
I wouldn’t suffer
From mucous and flatulence


I laugh being ‘man’
European silverware
Asians eating with their hands
Our modals change
Depending where we are


I laugh at being ‘man’
I laugh at my social class
All are superficial
To be content
is not something material


I laugh at being ‘man’
Blessed be this humor
That saves my days
From manly ruthlessness
and masquerade

.../...


(Under-developed) Economics

It is true that I paid not
A single cent for my shack
But do not doubt that I did pay
My whole life in exchange
For a wage never enough
Not even for a shack

I did work for better wage
Illegal alien faraway
Lost a hand and Wife forgot me
Yet I made it
Had enough
To live in vain

I do not know
What is truly worse
To be exploited
Or to exploit
All I wanted was to live
Simple life in family
With time to do
And time to think
And time to look
And time to sing
Not with money and
No time to live

.../...

Political


The train of politics has passed
we the women, we the children,
we the poor, we the elder
have missed it and watched it
Carrying men and unlucky women
To a city of power, lies and competition

Yet where we stay
There are more people
Where there are people
There is power
Where there is power
There are politics
Decisions over power
We crave something else

Power, poder, pouvoir
‘not to decide’ but ‘to be able’
to be able to enable, not disable
our needs over someone else’s
desires

.../...

Military

In the absence of nothing better to say

‘Spring Execution’

Ready!
Aim!
Fire!


The flowers have bloomed!


.../...


Culture


Our beginning was
Culture
To till the land
To cultivate

Our distant past was
Culture
To till the heart
Be compassionate

Our recent past was
Culture
To till the intellect
To educate

Our present is but
Culture
To till the cultures
To comprehend

Our future shall be
Culture
To till the land
the heart
the intellect
the cultures
...
To integrate


.../...

Normal - Deviant


Normal
Conforming with rules and standards

What about
Unjust rules?
Unfair standards?

Deviant
Turned aside, off the way


What about
Things turned
Only to become normal?

The normal, the rulers
The deviants, the ruled

I propose a new normality
And a new deviance
Where we all don’t know
Where the normal see their deviance
And the deviants are normal


.../...

Center Periphery



The center the model

The periphery the failure


The center is free

The periphery forgotten


The center the ego

The periphery surrounding


The center fragmented

The periphery divided


The center a target

The periphery conspiring


.../...

The Means


‘The House of Dialogue’


When you enter the house of dialogue
Please remember
To leave your coat of knowledge
At the entrance
Moving slowly, deeper
In the bedroom you will find yourself
Completely naked
And by the time you leave this house
Of dialogue
You will be wearing new clothes

.../...

金曜日, 1月 21, 2005

Invierno / Winter


Although said to be winter
I stroll over fallen leaves
Under a spring like sun
My spirit a summer one
Which season I’m really in?


Bajo un sol de primavera
mi espíritu veraniego
entre hojas caídas paseando,
y aunque se diga que es invierno
En qué estación verdaderamente ando?

.../...

Bajo el cielo despejado
En la ventana gotas...
De mi estornudo

…/…

Winter morning-
From the darkest room into the whitest beauty
Of a snowed garden

…/…

Mañana de invierno,
Desde el cuarto más oscuro hacia la más blanca belleza
De un jardín nevado

…/…

First day of February
A spring blossom in itself

.../...

Este primero de febrero
Es un brote de primavera
En sí mismo

…/…

In the fine temple site-
tiny blossoms
Capture all the attention

…/…

En el magnífico templo
Unas flores pequeeeeñas
Atrapan toda la atención

…/…


clear winter morning,
cherishing the city view:
construction workers



En la mañana despejada,
Los obreros disfrutan
La vista de la ciudad en invierno

…/…

snowy night-
under the faint moonlight I follow
the white rail tracks


noche de nevada,
bajo la pálida luna sigo
las blancas líneas del tren

…/…

Crisp winter dawn
Yet surrounded by clouds
The Ramen man!

Aun en claridad del invierno,
Siempre rodeado de nubes
!El Vendedor de Ramen!

..../…

Placidly floating
Kabu, Ague and Negi
Winter Miso soup

…/…

Con que placer flotan
El nabo, tofu y cebollín
Sopa de invierno

…/…

土曜日, 1月 15, 2005

canción de una madre de barrio


(ritmo de tambor barloventeño)

pa´que se encarguen
pa´que nos ayuden
se traen los críos
a este hogar

no me pregunten
no me critiquen
po´qué tanto niño
su riza, su llanto fuerzas me dan

pa´que se encarguen
pa´que me ayuden
a freí las empanás

pa´que se encarguen
pa´que me ayuden
a subí el tobo por las mañá

no me pregunten
no me critiquen
po´qué tanto niño
Si hablan conmigo de buena gana
Tal vez esta negra pueda escuchá

pa´que algún día
cambien las vainas
de este mundo patas pa´trá

que nosotros los que vivimos
en un rancho de madrugá
a ustedes no les pedimos
que no tengan niños
que roben y exploten a los de razas colorás

No me pregunten
No me critiquen
Más bien vamos todos
A colaborá

Y poquito a poquito
lleguen toiticos
a vé´en esta negra
su madre sagrá

pa´que se encarguen
pa´que nos ayuden
traemos los niños
a este barrial...

que si es indio, mestizo o negrito
las filas de pobres vienen a engrosá
y los pobres su vida tienen
igual que la tuya, venme a visitá

pa´que se encarguen
pa´que nos ayuden
traemos los niños
sin preguntá

火曜日, 1月 11, 2005

2 guayabas


Amanece en Caracas,
entro a la cocina...
el olor de las guayabas

.../...

comiendo guayaba
en cada mordisco un árbol
de mi niñez

.../...

Nube de amor (canción)

Afuera llueve
y adentro el viento en tu respirar
en mi vientre, espalda y pecho
siento tres corazones palpitar

A ti te puedo dar la espalda
y aún sentir seguridad
contigo duermo en las nubes
Nube de amor, familia en paz

La almohada fresca,
sabanas limpias y
tus manos tibias, todo
me hace flotar

mi niño adentro
quien también flota
se regocija
en tanta piedad

A ti te puedo dar la espalda
y aún sentir seguridad
contigo duermo en las nubes
nube de amor, familia en paz

tus besos son pajaritos
que no se cansan de cantar
cosquillean en mi cuello
y en mi oreja vienen a posar

Mi espalda segura en tu abrazo
contigo duermo en las nubes
nube de amor
familia en paz

los niños quieren nacer



(De pie entre las estatuas de Jizos de un templo en Kamakura, escuchando, observando, ¿imaginando?...)

-¡Hey!
-- ¡Pssst!
--- !Shhh!
- ¿Será que se da cuenta?
-- Por supuesto que lo siente, ¡somos muchos!
---... los que le vemos con cariño.
-- Jocosamente, diría yo.
---- Claro, somos niños.
- Los Jizos somos como niños, somos su espíritu... la esperanza
---- !Miren! !Ya está sonriendo!
--- ¿Querrá tenernos?
Todos: !Eso esperamos!

.../...

火曜日, 12月 07, 2004

Good bye Kyoto / Adiós Kioto


For every bonsai corner
For every red maple hill,
For every snowed pine
For every cherry blossom street
Kyoto-
I´ll long for thee

…/…

Por cada esquina de bonsai
Por cada colina roja de arces
Por cada pino nevado
Por cada calle de cerezo en flor
Kioto-
Habré de extrañarte


…/…