This is my voice


I have no tongue. It was amputated when a tumour was detected. And I cannot speak. So this is my voice...a month of reflection, 10.000 words on what it is like to be a tongueless wonder - mixed with the trivial, the banal, the irrelevant, the 'has nothing to do with', the poetic, the imagined, the grotesque and the ridiculous. A month of faith and despair. To what purpose? None whatsoever...this is just my voice.


Thursday, 10 December 2009

Post restante

This post (What a nuisance of a word - 'post'. It is for web-snobs. I should prefer something more common - like 'entry') is a poem written by my friend Eduardo - a gentleman-poet - and is dedicated to a NGO with which I actively collaborate, even in my mutilated condition. It provides succour to black Africans abandoned on the streets of Madrid.

Vienen

Sobre la sal:
la esfinge y la memoria.
El desierto del mar: la vida,
la pesada losa de la vida.
La imagen de la brisa
en unos ojos quemados.
La llamada que escuchas
en esta latitud sin brumas:
vienes y a veces llegas.

Naturalmente que vienes.

1 comment:

  1. Hi Scot... my first time in here, I've read your profile, and I'm so impressive!!

    I've always thought that I like better the word entry instead of "post"

    Very nice poem!!

    certainly I'll be reading you (if you don't mind)

    Kisses!

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