Friday, March 14, 2014

The Festival Of Parrots


                            "The essence of parrotry is the realization
                             that what is called hard is not necessarily hard,
                             & that called soft not necessarily soft..."

                                  (Pseudo-Gracián, Un cœur simple)


En voz alta:

In the morning a jet black clarinero
picaresquing through void conjured
its name in Spain and summoned up
a cloud of orangutan that ate the sun.

In the evening same raven—for it was a raven--
devoured the moon

leaving only craven shadow

through which to soar unseen.


Por el altavoz:

THERE IS
NO PARROTRY
IN ENGLISH
THEREFORE THIS
IS NOT PARROTRY

(feedback)

...NOT PARROTRY...


En voz alta:

The Holy Virgin emerges from the Cathedral
riding a wave of arms and floats around El Centro.

As she passes all cover their eyes
so as not to be compromised. ¿Por qué?


Por el altavoz:

PORQUE (after Buñuel) TODAS LAS VIRGINES TIENEN CULOS

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...EN CULOS....


En voz alta:

The sharks return to the sweet water sea
speaking Chinese. Chi fan le ma?

On the grey shore wash up tell-tale cans.

Pearl River.

A beggar sleeping on the streets
is translated to Olympus as a pumpkin.

Jack-o-lantern laughs succinctly in Latin:

Veni, vidi, lexi.

Sky rains down a bolt
from the blue.

The word AZUL
is incinerated
in every text
leagues around.

Ash-edged lacunae in sundry editions remain.

It is Sunday.

A young German girl—zaftig--
holding open a volume
behind her back has AZUL
tattooed on her round right

BUTTOCK.

A delegation of clarissimi
is dispatched to investigate.

They confirm the significance of AZUL.

Photographs are taken.

Bystanders are interviewed.

The report is printed, bound & sent
to the Great Pyramid in the CAPITOL.


Por el altavoz:

STEP RIGHT UP, STEP RIGHT UP.

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...RIGHT UP...


En voz alta:

Gold coins fall from the sky
inseminating selected Danaës.

It precipitates toads.

Blind men speak in tongues.

The lame hear.

There is an earthquake
joining the Atlantic and Pacific.

Mombacho belches.

Night descends in a slurry
of ash and torrential rain.


Por el altavoz:

PARROTRY IS KULCHUR.


(feedback)

...KULCHUR...


                           (a veces no está demás decirlo....)


E. A. Costa 14 March 2014 Granada, Nicaragua














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