Sun low on the horizon
on a winters day
blinds me
but your words
haunt me still.
Marcos Ana Poet
When Che Guevara was killed in Bolivia in 1967 he was carrying a collection of Marcos Ana’s poetry.
Honouring a dead poet
Honouring a dead poet
I immersed myself in your words
I bathed in your wisdom
Your knowledge an ocean
A sea of waves each poem
I allow you to wash over me
You are not still now.
RAC.
Marcos Ana
“It is very hard to live when you have been condemned to death. The anguish of waiting, as you listen to the sounds of the night, for the possibility of falling, triszado (cut to shreds) by lead, with the last stars of the dawn”.
Marcos Ana
Born 20th January 1920. Died 24th November 2016.
And such stars as these open eyes in darkness so the light is seen!
Write on!
“Write on!”
Its tough being a new author trying to get published!
“I enjoyed the idea of the opening chapter and the way it sets up the book, or series. it’s also quite filmic and I can see you are pitching this as a TV film idea as well as a novel (and its great to get such a clear business plan!)
Unfortunately…..” Part of long positive feedback from Publisher. But my novel is still unpublished.
Octavo Paz
Wisdom lies neither in fixity nor in change, but in the dialectic between the two. A constant coming and going: wisdom lies in the momentary.
Octavio Paz
Love
“I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.”
Pablo Neruda.
Red gig!
Life returns
Shattered but life returns
Entrances and exits
Somethings wrong.
There’s something wrong
I’m pretty sure about it
But I’m having trouble
Putting my finger
On what it is right now.
At times I feel
As if my mind
Is being split in two
Maybe three, maybe four
It’s hard to keep tabs really.
Politicians
Go to war
To make peace
But the war grows
It seems out of control.
So to contain
The growing war
That they are unable to contain
The politicians decide
To start another war.
Politicians are wise
They know what’s what
And what they are doing
So I consider
It must be part of a plan.
But one part
Of my brain
Maybe it’s the left
Asks if there really is a plan
Or whether its idiocy.
After all history
Teaches us lessons
Not to do
Certain things again
And politicians are wise.
Some politicians
Studied history
In Universities
With many spires
They must be wiser than most.
But another part
Of my brain
Says you can’t be serious
Politicians are oblivious
To the past.
So the world is at war
Its spreading
Wherever you look
Like some kind of fire
Nobodies dousing the flames.
But every fourth year
We have Olympian sacrifices
That take our mind off it
And makes us feel much better
And not think of war.
There’s something wrong
I’m pretty sure about it
I wish the wars would stop
And politicians shows
That they really are wise.
