quinta-feira, 29 de outubro de 2009

Puerto Rican Obituary
Pedro Pietri

They worked
They were always on time
They were never late
They never spoke back
when they were insulted
They worked
They never took days off
that were not on the calendar
They never went on strike
without permission
They worked
ten days a week
and were only paid for five
They worked
They worked
They worked
and they died
They died broke
They died owing
They died never knowing
what the front entrance
of the first national city bank looks like

All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
passing their bill collectors
on to the next of kin
All died
waiting for the garden of eden
to open up again
under a new management
All died
dreaming about america
waking them up in the middle of the night
screaming: Mira Mira
your name is on the winning lottery ticket
for one hundred thousand dollars
All died
hating the grocery stores
that sold them make-believe steak
and bullet-proof rice and beans
All died waiting dreaming and hating

Dead Puerto Ricans
Who never knew they were Puerto Ricans
Who never took a coffee break
from the ten commandments
the landlords of their cracked skulls
and communicate with their latino souls

From the nervous breakdown streets
where the mice live like millionaires
and the people do not live at all
are dead and were never alive

died waiting for his number to hit
died waiting for the welfare check
to come and go and come again
died waiting for her ten children
to grow up and work
so she could quit working
died waiting for a five dollar raise
died waiting for his supervisor to drop dead
so he could get a promotion

Is a long ride
from Spanish Harlem
to long island cemetery
where they were buried
First the train
and then the bus
and the cold cuts for lunch
and the flowers
that will be stolen
when visiting hours are over
Is very expensive
Is very expensive
But they understand
Their parents understood
Is a long non-profit ride
from Spanish Harlem
to long island cemetery

All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
Dreaming about queens
Clean-cut lily-white neighborhood
Puerto Ricanless scene
Thirty-thousand-dollar home
The first spics on the block
Proud to belong to a community
of gringos who want them lynched
Proud to be a long distance away
from the sacred phrase: Que Pasa

These dreams
These empty dreams
from the make-believe bedrooms
their parents left them
are the after-effects
of television programs
about the ideal
white american family
with black maids
and latino janitors
who are well train
to make everyone
and their bill collectors
laugh at them
and the people they represent

died dreaming about a new car
died dreaming about new anti-poverty programs
died dreaming about a trip to Puerto Rico
died dreaming about real jewelry
died dreaming about the irish sweepstakes

They all died
like a hero sandwich dies
in the garment district
at twelve o’clock in the afternoon
social security number to ashes
union dues to dust

They knew
they were born to weep
and keep the morticians employed
as long as they pledge allegiance
to the flag that wants them destroyed
They saw their names listed
in the telephone directory of destruction
They were train to turn
the other cheek by newspapers
that mispelled mispronounced
and misunderstood their names
and celebrated when death came
and stole their final laundry ticket

They were born dead
and they died dead

Is time
to visit sister lopez again
the number one healer
and fortune card dealer
in Spanish Harlem
She can communicate
with your late relatives
for a reasonable fee
Good news is guaranteed

Rise Table Rise Table
death is not dumb and disable
Those who love you want to know
the correct number to play
Let them know this right away
Rise Table Rise Table
death is not dumb and disable
Now that your problems are over
and the world is off your shoulders
help those who you left behind
find financial peace of mind

Rise Table Rise Table
death is not dumb and disable
If the right number we hit
all our problems will split
and we will visit your grave
on every legal holiday

Those who love you want to know
the correct number to play
let them know this right away
We know your spirit is able
Death is not dumb and disable

All died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
Hating fighting and stealing
broken windows from each other
Practicing a religion without a roof
The old testament
The new testament
according to the gospel
of the internal revenue
the judge and jury and executioner
protector and eternal bill collector

Secondhand shit for sale
learn how to say Como Esta Usted
and you will make a fortune
They are dead
They are dead
and will not return from the dead
until they stop neglecting
the art of their dialogue
for broken english lessons
to impress the mister goldsteins
who keep them employed
as lavaplatos porters messenger boys
factory workers maids stock clerks
shipping clerks assistant mailroom
assistant, assistant assistant
to the assistant’s assistant
assistant lavaplatos and automatic
artificial smiling doormen
for the lowest wages of the ages
and rages when you demand a raise
because is against the company policy

died hating Miguel because Miguel’s
used car was in better running condition
than his used car
died hating Milagros because Milagros
had a color television set
and he could not afford one yet
died hating Olga because Olga
made five dollars more on the same job
died hating Manuel because Manuel
had hit the numbers more times
than she had hit the numbers
died hating all of them
and Olga
because they all spoke broken english
more fluently than he did

And now they are together
in the main lobby of the void
Addicted to silence
Off limits to the wind
Confine to worm supremacy
in long island cemetery
This is the groovy hereafter
the protestant collection box
was talking so loud and proud about

Here lies Juan
Here lies Miguel
Here lies Milagros
Here lies Olga
Here lies Manuel
who died yesterday today
and will die again tomorrow
Always broke
Always owing
Never knowing
that they are beautiful people

Never knowing
the geography of their complexion


If only they
had turned off the television
and tune into their own imaginations
If only they
had used the white supremacy bibles
for toilet paper purpose
and make their latino souls
the only religion of their race
If only they
had return to the definition of the sun
after the first mental snowstorm
on the summer of their senses
If only they
had kept their eyes open
at the funeral of their fellow employees
who came to this country to make a fortune
and were buried without underwears

will right now be doing their own thing
where beautiful people sing
and dance and work together
where the wind is a stranger
to miserable weather conditions
where you do not need a dictionary
to communicate with your people
Aqui Se Habla Espanol all the time
Aqui you salute your flag first
Aqui there are no dial soap commercials
Aqui everybody smells good
Aqui tv dinners do not have a future
Aqui the men and women admire desire
and never get tired of each other
Aqui Que Paso Power is what’s happening
Aqui to be called negrito
means to be called LOVE

quarta-feira, 28 de outubro de 2009

da janela...

da janela do seu apartamento, observava... o céu azul... as nuvens brancas... os pássaros que voavam em harmonia... e observava também as pessoas, nos edifícios vizinhos... gostava de ver as pessoas... gostava de ver o que faziam... como faziam... e imaginar como seriam interiormente... como pensariam... como agiriam frente a certas coisas... enfim... gostava de observá-las como se estivesse assistindo a um filme no cinema... entre as pessoas que olhava, um casal lhe chamava a atenção... não por ser diferente, na verdade era um casal bastante comum... ele passava roupa em um dado momento... ela escrevia em seu notebook em outro... os dois viam TV abraçados em um momento conjunto... e assim seguiam seu dia a dia... através da janela, também via a si mesmo, através do reflexo do vidro... estava sozinho fazia tempo... sempre, na verdade... tempos atrás isso lhe incomodava... depois achou que estar só fazia parte de sua independência sagitariana... no entanto, isso voltou a incomodar... percebeu que necessitava de alguém com quem pudesse dividir sua independência... então, abriu angustiado a janela e se foi...
Tiago Elídio...
ao som de "Elba Ramalho - Paisagem da Janela"

sexta-feira, 9 de outubro de 2009

"Que minha solidão me sirva de companhia.
que eu tenha a coragem de me enfrentar.
que eu saiba ficar com o nada
e mesmo assim me sentir
como se estivesse plena de tudo."
Clarice Lispector...

quinta-feira, 8 de outubro de 2009

critério de busca...

cansada da sua insatisfação sexual (e afetiva, pois afinal nunca havia tido um relacionamento), não sabia mais o que fazer para sair dessa situação... já havia conhecido todas as baladas da cidade... havia também saído com conhecidos indicados por amigos... isso sem falar nas famosas salas de batepapo da internet... mas nunca havia encontrado nada que lhe despertasse um interesse muito grande... e as poucas pessoas que havia conhecido não passaram do segundo ou terceiro encontro... não entendia muito bem o porquê disso tudo acontecer... ou melhor, não acontecer... havia por muito tempo colocado a culpa sobre si... mas com o passar do tempo, com a distância temporal, com todas as tentativas mal-sucedidas e muita reflexão depois, viu que não era sua culpa... talvez até tenha uma certa influência nisso tudo, mas o mundo é interacional, não depende só de você mas também das outras pessoas... tudo isso havia se tornado cômico até... tragicômico... quando tinha 15 anos e via as pessoas ao seu redor já com outras pessoas, imaginava que com uns 18, 20 anos também estaria com alguém... não aconteceu... com 20, pensava que aos 25 a situação teria se modificado... afinal, 5 anos é um tempo bem longo... mas chegou aos 25 e ainda nada... com essa idade, ainda crê que algo pode acontecer... afinal, existe ainda muito tempo pela frente... mas também não descarta a hipótese de que seja sempre uma pessoa solitária... no entanto, não deixa de estar disponível ao acaso... assim, apelando mais uma vez à rede mundial de computadores, digita na página de buscas: "destino de pessoas interessantes"... como resultado, obteve: "unavailable research. please review your search criteria"...
Tiago Elídio...