FIRST CHICO BUARQUE is out.
ALL POETRY is out.
DESIGNS (my book of poetry) is OUT,.
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The Fate of Chosen Garb (per the theme SANTA CRUZ WEIRD)
The array of human figures in the environs surrounding
the municipal wharf is verging on the astounding
Fully bald emboldened gurus bounding forth
Nearly deaf musicians sounding tunes out
Square accountants rounding numbers loudly up
Padres in fresh robes founding new missions
Gardeners grounding wheat on planks of stone
Parents hounding their poorly entertained children
Resounding stellar shapes confounding dumbfounding
Frustrated astrologers left holding bags and pounding
on the lone fisherman's sweater
The Poet Makes it to Seventy
Adriano Espínola
translation by Charles A. Perrone
For Paulo Henriques Britto, Geraldo Carneiro and Antonio Carlos Secchin
Somewhat nonchalantly
do I turn the corner,
a bit more inclined,
of 70.
(Feast of wild wolves,
of crazy years gone by
spent quietly on the sly).
Someone soon draws closer
and presses on my chest;
an other from me
comes loose to stay silent.
Who are they, I inquire,
my body right next
to the blank wall and spire,
who divide me
thusly in two,
between dreams of what I was and
the unforeseeable awakened state
of what comes later?
And now I know:
old friends' shades, hello!
do come light up
my ancient
temples
and the gestures and signals
that I emit in passage!
I exclaim, expectant,
without nostalgia or grief,
upon safe arrival
from the pandemic
and this voyage through time,
castaway from love
and failures,
by the dock and reef
of my own step-filled mime.
Who, I go on to ask them,
invents me
every second
each and every day
upon turning the corner
of 70?
A sudden shade obstinately
comes forward to illuminate me.
And it is Nobody.
And it's Odysseus with his sword.
Portuguese explorer and native shaman
in combat on a beach
in the past, beyond reach.
Steel, stories, and struggles
in the preterite
(that belong to me as well)
now traversing me,
there by that wall
with the present's flat scrawl,
memory of the future.
And now I'm already myself,
I who am naught,
sad creature so content,
weaver of the art of deceit
(that is poetry,
that strangest of arts
of prodigal amazements),
like a blind man
on a sidewalk,
touching aside apart,
where I am passing by
and where I shall always go.
And I arrive
by dint of some
arcane mischief
at the corner of
these unexpected years,
being what I am:
a common man,
spinning flesh and earth
of fateful chance,
70 times in one.
Two more book news items: Bloomsbury (NY/London) has already listed my modest monograph FIRST CHICO BUARQUE, which is about his historic 1978 LP. Visuals and blurbs also at Amazon at my author page. The whole album can be heard on Youtube. // New London Librarium will launch ALL POETRY PAULO LEMINSKI, which I co-translated with Ivan Justen Santana. 630 poems and some front/back matter too. A real treat for any one who likes daring and varied poetry, and ace English versions. :).
While I am here, let me remind the world that I am an occasional DJ on KSQD FM 90.7 in the Monterey Bay Area and ksqd.org streaming; the web site also has a two-week archive of past broadcasts. I sub for shows like Sounds of Brazil (Monday ten PM-midnite), Calamar en Salsa (Tuesday ten PM-midnite), Puro Pulpo (Thursday ten PM-midnite), Jazz Tracks (Thursday seven-ten PM), Border Free Radio (Sundays 3-5 PM), and ad hoc as needed. The Squid is a great addition to the radio-wave-scape of our area and www.
l’être avant la lettre
la vie en close
c’est une autre chose
c’est lui
c’est moi
c’est ça
c’est la vie des choses
qui n’ont pas
un autre choix
1. o ser: antes da letra
a vida em cerrada
é outra coisa
êle tem
sou eu
ela vem
é a vida das coisas
que ninguém
escolheu
2. ser: avant la lettre
vida a fechar
é outra coisa
ele é
meu par
assim são
a vida das coisas
que nem terão
outra opção
3. o ser: avant la lettre
la vie en close
é outra pose
ele está
eu estou
até doze
é a vida em folha
onde não há
outra escolha