SARAH – To Syrian girls

Her name was Sarah.
She was thirteen years old.
A missile exploded in her room.
What traditional pattern should I use to write this poem?
What poetic expressions should I use
to give coherence and continuity to this event?
The girl’s dead body was trapped
under cement and brick fragments.
While her home was consumed by fire.
The poets of the modern world have sung against:
Nazism, Communism, Capitalism, and dehumanization.
Their authentic and sincere voices have not ignore:
Injustice,genocide, and occupation.
The body of the girl was just a mass of burned flesh and bones.
Perhaps is the time to create new poetic expressions
to denounce the ideologies of the creators of wars.
Her name was Sarah, she was thirteen years old,
and I found no Poetry for her.

Hector Ahumada 10/18/2016. USA.

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SINGULARITY IS NEAR – Ray Kurzwell

Technological Singularity

“a future period during which the pace of technological change will be so rapid, its impact so deep, that human life will be irreversible transformed. Although neither utopian nor dystopian, this epoch will transform the concepts that we rely on to give meaning to our lives, from business models to the cycle of human life, including death itself.”

JUST FOR THE PURPOSE OF ANTI-POETRY – Hector Ahumada

This anti-poem is dedicated to the ones that choose not to know.

Let’s imagine that you are the poet,
and your poem diktats are:
the meaning if life is to be happy,
if you do not experience love
the idea of g-d would not enter your mind,
and you would never perceive the real world.
Let’s imagine that there is absolute truth, meaning and reality.
That to live without meaning is to be free.
That life has not in itself a purpose,
but is a complex project not to be wasted.
That we live in an ocean of theories and hypothesis,
and false consciousness, and false memories exist.
Please stop, you are inducing nausea and vomiting in me.
Fuck, what happen to sex, drugs,
rock and roll and venereal diseases.
Let’s think that you are not the poet,
and the meaning of life is a pretzel of meaning and meaningless.
Because our interpretation sometimes are mistaken,
and nothing is right or wrong in itself.
After Auschwitz and Iraq, the world is ambiguous and human life is cheap.
Let’s not imagine any other fucking thing and just read me the anti-poem.

11/04/2016. USA

SARA – To Syrian girls – Hector Ahumada

Her name was Sara.
She was thirteen years old.
A missile exploded in her room.
What traditional pattern should I use to write this poem?
What poetic expression should I use
to give coherence and continuity to this event?
The girl’s dead body was trapped
under cement and brick fragments.
While her home was consumed by the fire.
The poets of the modern world had sung against:
Nazism, Communism, Capitalism and dehumanization.
Their authentic and sincere voices have not ignored:
injustice, genocide and occupation.
The body of the girl was just a mass of burned flesh and bones.
Perhaps is the time to create new poetic expressions
to denounce the ideologies of the creators of wars.
Her name was Sara, she was thirteen years old,
and I found no Poetry for her.

10/18/2016. USA

ANOTHER STORY – To Kylita Princess of Chocolate – Hector Ahumada

You were Born in positive harmony with Nature.
Nothing is wrong with you.
The mind and the body are all you have.
But of course, you have the right to believe
in laws and stories that explain almost everything.
Nothing is wrong with you.
The ancient Babylonian myth says, that you left the Garden
perfectly able to take care of yourself,
procreate and enjoy this project called life.
You were born among trees, flowers, fish, reptiles and insects.
Out of the will of the Unknown, from red clay, the sky and the clouds.
Nothing is wrong with you, my little Princess of Chocolate.
Your mother, father and I came from another garden
from the South of this earth, and you were already inside us.
A sacred symphony of organic chemicals
created by the sun, the moon and the sea.
Nothing is wrong with you.
And of course you have the right to believe
a different story, a different dream.
My little Princess of Chocolate you are truth.
You are a little girl suspended between your mother and the sky.
A human being, a soldier of History, a flower of belief.
You are a precious bundle of life in my here and now.
Nothing, nothing is wrong with you.

10/25/2016. USA

THE INFERNO – DANTE DIVINE COMEDY – DOROTHY L. SAYERS

The Inferno is a picture of human society in a state of futility and corruption, lack of living faith, loose morality, greedy consumption, financial irresponsibility and uncontrolled bad temper; a self-opinionated and obstinate individualism; violence, sterility, and lack of reverence for life and property including one’s own; exploitation of sex, the commercialization of religion, the pandering to superstition and conditioning of people’s minds by mass hysteria and spell-binding of all kinds, venality and string pulling in public affairs, hypocrisy, intellectual and material dishonesty, fomenting discord (class against class,nation against nation) for profit, the falsification and corruption of all means of communication; the exploitation of the lowest and stupidest mass-emotions; treachery even to the fundamental of kinship, country, the chosen friend, and the sworn allegiance: these are all-too recognisable stages that lead to the cold death of society and the extinguishing of all civilised relations.

FRANCISCO X. ALARCON – CHICANO POET

Francisco X. Alarcon, Chicano poet, professor, critic and editor.
A man of gentle revolutionary nature, loyal friend and authentic sincere writer.
He was born in Los Angeles, grew up in Guadalajara, Mexico, and now lives in the life to come.
Whatever you are now my friend poet, I love and miss you Francisco. Hector Ahumada.

FROM “OF DARK LOVE” by Francisco X. Alarcon
I
there has never been a sun for this love,
lie crazed flower it buds in the dark,
is at once a crow of thorns and
a garland of spring around temples

a fire, a wound, the bitterest fruit,
but also breeze and water-source,
a bite to the soul – your breath,
a treetruk in the current – your chest

make me walk over turbid waters,
be the ax that breaks this lock,
the dew that weeps from trees

if I become mute kissing your thighs
it is that my heart is eagerly searching
your flesh for a new dawning