Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Thursday, July 14, 2011

another murdered poet?

[from Adeline Bash @ the santiago times, 11 July 2011]

Judge orders formal investigation into Neruda’s death

New insight into case questions death record that state poet died of prostate cancer.

The circumstances surrounding the death of Chile’s legendary poet Pablo Neruda have caused rumors and speculations for years.

photo by Menno Hordijk

The date, for example, September 23, 1973 — only 12 days after Augusto Pinochet’s military coup and the death of then President Salvador Allende — sparked legends that Neruda, a leader of the communist and close friend of Allende, died of a broken heart.

Up until recently, however, most Chileans — including the Neruda family — consented with death records stating that the writer died on September 23, 1973 at the Santa María Clinic in Santiago of advanced prostate cancer.

But in light of new information on the case, investigators have reconsidered this position. Most recently, after pressure from the Chilean Communist Party, Marío Carroza, the judge leading the investigation, reopened the case last month.

Suspicion over Neruda’s death arose this year after Manuel Araya, Neruda’s personal assistant and chauffeur, claimed during an interview with Mexican newspaper Proceso that the writer did not die of cancer but was assassinated.

Araya’s claims have been backed by testimony from Mexican ambassador Gonzalo Martínez Corbala, who was with Neruda when he died.

Upon admission to the clinic, Corbala claims, Neruda was in a stable condition and was finalizing plans to flee to Mexico in the wake of coup. Corbala has not personally expressed suspicion over Neruda’s death, but has confirmed that later that day a clinic doctor injected Neruda with a “calming substance” and he went into cardiac arrest and died soon after.

Read the rest of the article here.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

choices

[once & a while, a poem]

Choices

I prefer rain.
I prefer Mike.
I prefer children from walking age until puberty.
I prefer Earl Grey tea with honey.
I prefer Peet’s coffee.
I prefer yellow, orange, & purple.
I prefer raspberries.
I prefer to get the details right ahead of time.
I prefer a house that faces east & south (east & north
in the southern hemisphere).
I prefer a botanical garden to a landscaped garden.
I prefer color to black & white.
I prefer suffering from my remarkable dreams
to the alternative of not dreaming.
I prefer Keegan for his humor, Zoe for her thoughtfulness, Moshe
for his determination, Phaedra for her zaniness, Daniel
for his affection, Tova for her attitude.
I prefer solitude, quiet, nature.
I prefer the out of doors.
I prefer glass houses & metal roofs.
I prefer knowing the shape of the inside
from the shape of the outside.
I prefer large birds whose flying seems improbable.
I prefer women friends.
I prefer reading to movies.
I prefer dirty over clean.
I prefer barefoot, naked, uncivilized, & I don’t like buttons.
I prefer raw food.
I prefer baby animals, whole milk, shrimp with their heads on.
I prefer single malt scotch.
I prefer J, K, Q, X, & Z.
I prefer wet grass, unopened buds, unfurled fronds, ripe fruit.
I prefer walking on land to boating on water or flying in air,
unless I’m riding in a helicopter or flying my body in a dream.
I prefer riding to driving.
I prefer riding bareback to holding a pommel.
I prefer squash to tennis, baseball to football, hats to gloves.
I prefer anything over celebrity culture, mass media, processed food,
& conspicuous consumption.
I prefer hard rain & lightning & thunder.
I prefer swimming.
I prefer the life of the mind to the life of the body.
I prefer William Carlos Williams & Ezra Pound to T. S. Eliot.
I prefer Scrabble.
I prefer clearing the forest with lopping shears & chainsaw
to liberate ferns & ohi’as.
I prefer apple bananas & white pineapple.
I prefer Torrontés.

Carol Peters [photo by Mike Smith on his birthday]

Monday, February 28, 2011

Salta to Cafayate: a language lesson

50 bicycles — a peloton, Mike says — 
pedal too slowly for the cars.
The man whose helmet says Speedy
drives his hand-built 3-wheeler
past roadside shrines, faded red flags.

Rios (rivers) muddy brown
redesign the river beds.
Dark cloud, light cloud, blue patches
shadow policemen at checkpoints.
Passing bicycles, Mike is the 5th of 5

cars. A truck approaches, car 4 bails
to the left shoulder, Mike accelerates
past the Argentino (flashing brights)
& cuts in front of el auto de
la policia
leading the peloton.

Ripe tobacco yellows on trucks
next to steam oozing from drying sheds.
Pomegranates ripen on trees.
3 loros (parrots) tip from a high wire.
A dead dog dreams of heaven.

Trabajadores (workers) wield
machetes & long-handled scythes.
1 trabajador swings 1 machete
in each hand. 2 machetes flash
from opposite sides of a hedge.

Dogs conduct men in boots & hats
on caballos past cardones (cactus) 
& detours. Halfway across the road 
rocks fall from raw red hillsides.
Cardones rise like cartoon cardones.

Black & white cows in the road,
hundreds of goats corralled
& free, 3 burros, 1 large brown pig.
Later 2 horses & 1 burro.
In Ginny’s backyard, a sheep.

Saturday, April 24, 2010

a poem about houses

The House

Mud put
upon mud,
lifted to make room,

house
a cave,
and
colder night.

To sleep
in, live in,
to come in
from heat,

all form derived
from kind,
built
with that in mind.

                              Robert Creeley

Friday, April 9, 2010

on the road to Tucumán




Loros & a Zorro

Parrots on wire, on wing
above a ginger fox

— a calico ginger
the feathered ears & eyes
so like a cat —

at the side of the road

ears & eyes & nose
even motionless feathers
sensing all that moves

whiskers, a black
nose & white-tipped
snout, surrounded by
a dozen shades of ginger.

White-tipped black
feathers spell gray.

What if every prey

colored its killer — mouse
& mole & careless parrot
& caterpillar & lizard

& bumblebee that stings
the lips when swallowed.

What sweet & sour
stingingest, numbingest flavor

would we tongue & swallow?