Is cut close, blades and bones,
And the stench of sewers is everywhere,
Blood-sloshed floors,
And guards count the dead
With the blink of an eyelid, then hurry home
To supper and love, what saves us
From going mad is to carry a vacant stare
And a quiet half-dead dream.
I am a poetry student at NMHU and saw Jimmy Santiago Baca reach out to his community with all his heart. Although I am white and a transplant to the state of NM, I saw that the local young men really were toughed as was a young black guy from California. NM and all other states should have more inspirational artists like Jimmy coming to tell stories and read aloud to a community to which they relate to and we wouldn't have so much crime, misunderstanding and the damnation of the few good men who still exist amongst an all- too- often cruel world. Even as I could not relate to the culture since I didn't grow up here, Baca was an inspiration and example that people have the control to become who they want to be even when their past circumstances have all but withered their desire to live! Thanks Jimmy Santiago Baca for being an inspiration for a better life in NM and for the young people who don't have the comforts of life handed to them on a silver platter! !
Willy, my old friend. I'm afraid you're mistaken, yet again... but I forgive you. And a poem is something like what Mr. Baca, a poet, made. The following is one of my favorite quotes from his poem 'Green Chile':
'I prefer...my eggs and potatoes for breakfast... in the wind... licking the breeze.'
Oh, and:
'But grandmother loves... sweating over the stove...for a dollar a bag...'
Those quotes really capture the true meaning of the poem, in my opinion.
*kfffffffff kfffffffff kfffffffff*
Two more questions:
1) What's a poem?
b) I'm so cool.
*psssssst* (whispers)
Hey. Who is Jimmy Santiago Baca and what does he do?
I think xman is completely wrong in saying that. Not based on the content that he posted, no. This is based on xman himself. You are always wrong in what you say and all your base are belong to me. Make your time. kfffffffffffffffff
I concur. However, 'Welcome to Hiroshima' by Mary Jo Salter is way cooler. *kfffffff* I'm not not Kyle.
This poem is too unfreakingbelievably awesome to have some stupid english essay written about it.
My name is Kyle.
-Kyle