Ormachea
Last week, inside the park free speech at the conclusion of the presentation of his latest book: "WORD OF MEETING UNDER TREE MEN ABROAD", the poet Luis Ormachea generously gave me a CD where I had placed almost all of their works published and unpublished. The first thing the new poem is published, some infer is a strong response to the statements of a recently honored intellectual, who had made some unfortunate comments about the vision of man and literature and poetry. Well, here I leave this poem, great fabric of a new story that begins to be built, thanks to the extraordinary sensitivity and capability of one of the greatest poets of this century, large Ormachea! Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Putting The Front License Plate On A Bmw 328i
OF U.S., THE STONES ON
Bray Insolent
OF LATIN AMERICAN IDIOT GENUINE
(slightly round children)
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when good people came
us, the stones were wondering why fear
as then that word is all
that they possess, we
divided between red and
killed between red and bloody good people
wages brought the fear was no other no other name
now we remember his words:
forever shall we say that dirty word?
if not just read
to meet the animal shelter at the memory
fast bursting
has scratched a few papers
he knows an animal is poor
ultimately to tail, these papers!
one that is none of us
, stones
wrote on our behalf to be standing over his grave
accepted by pastoralists
fear this fear that divides us into two
like an animal
unimportant but it is only fear is the happy passengers
have
overcome the circularity and say
never be able to recognize it is not fear our happiness is also placed yellow cylinders excited
for
guilty if was if not justice
watching us from afar
justice end with the good people who for the second time
are gathering in packs
those good people who ate
and eat us, the best stones
people who could not fly and we
stones flew like we were, say
unimportant truth
only thing that can be blown up
they had that dirty truth
truth we all
us crazy, we had only stones
our bodies and flew barefoot rebels
then now still regret
2
so much because we seen and heard is not correct
chattering to us, we were talked
stones resistant
us
stones at anyone of them gives even a sheet of paper
but have covered their tables
chattering about us we will not accept the scraps
or the passage with all expenses paid
unworthy price moderation
and that's not right
be so good that you delete
good for your face even after
due to the good people who never
us, the stones would have liked to see or hear
dangerous because only we know we steal
throat stomach that we, the stones
filled with exhaled air of freedom
of the stones are not a poster for anthropological
fall evenings when embarrassing, embarrassed
understand that beyond that of your hand at your side and you
there against their will
tolerated and once again it is not good
chattering to us, the stones
we realized all we love to laugh
and the others shame
3
and because we, the stones are just stones but
our archaic freedom they have not given anything even
sheet
universal role in which we put the best and that good
people have stolen
believe because we have
own and put the broiler pan that never
knee have not
because they only know and like shooting
as dead hanging on the wall
fall
ending beyond your mouth
chewed by the shame of having been a day
young and because we are only stones
children and leaves of spring
you never did fit in your heart
across your good self
nodding greeting
that tells you what
you do because otherwise your return will be born
the rocks
already know what knee to limp
and why did you give birth again
so old and so good that it makes you
a lump in the throat
pinched throat having a noose
to avoid leaks
're not going to tell us, the stones that
saw them fall from your window and know
of us, the stones will fall on urgent
of
the bill that we are already tired of believing that we are not
should
4
so welcome because it shows how good it is not begging
making judicious
oaths to which devours us alive is not good
chatter about the price that we pay history
us,
by the soft stones dirt off your fall
when you look at the good people among them think
be one more before calling
your knees to make
what it taught you for a few papers
so remember those insane
boulders of well
learned not because they are only the end of the trip
sellers
to prison because they are only ultimately
after prisoners but the urgency of his time
that good people believe
have ended with gains
when burning words to
not we recall with gratitude but with fear stone
happens fear us more of the same
because you decided to save his skin
your poor words that mean well when they
wrong when we, but suspicions
stones at the window and see the fall
is a name you give your future forget your good shelf
no visitors
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and because there
stones in all corners of the spherical
stone on which these good people killed and forced us
to sacrifice his brother for you to crush you heartily
knees to the good people
tell you what to think of us
,
stones you have to start to bite us because you know you'll never see
your good knee, but as photography
praised for good people to have fun hanging
about how good you were
on how to jump in search of
crust from your dreams to your dirty dish
and these stones in all corners
is that we stayed
stones
resist until it says the last word
you know will be ours!
Luis Ormachea
Arequipa, September, 2010.
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