granma for poetry

forgive me, poetry, for helping you understand that you're not made of words alone.--roque dalton

Saturday, October 27, 2012

CORN(QUISTADORS) @ THE OFI PRESS

One of my poems at the OFI PRESS an international journey of poetry (an excerpt):

Little fireflies that still burn 500 years after
Cortés/ the great fornicator
Cortés turns in his blue beard/
turns in his moist and burning bush

turns beneath his wife Doña Marina’s
breasts I remember your breasts
I remember your nipples like two eagles
perched on a cactus 500 years after
your breasts are two soldiers standing at attention
saluting NAFTA the great fornicator
500 years after I remember
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I’d like to reflect on the title for this blog: “granma for poetry.” Why granma people will wonder? Fidel Castro’s assault on the Moncada barracks on July 26th of 1953 was a military debacle, there is no denying this—at best it was an act of blind faith. Three years later Castro along with Che Guevara and eighty-something other locos exiled in Mexico would sail for Cuba on the now famous yacht christened “Granma.” Here was another grand failure—another mad leap of faith. Of the eighty-something revolutionaries only twelve would survive to witness the triumph of the revolution. Three years would separate the sailing of the Granma to the culmination of the possible and more than possible, very real triumph of the Cuban revolution; proving that acts of madness, blind leaps of faith—onslaughts against the impossible make the unfeasible attainable. “Granma for poetry” is another such leap of faith, a creative assault against the sterility of the impossible. It is an open letter, an invitation for collaboration, a call for other artists and poets to get on board the Granma, and to undertake on this hallucinating journey.
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