Puerto Rican ObituaryPedro PietriThey workedThey were always on timeThey were never lateThey never spoke backwhen they were insultedThey workedThey never took days offthat were not on the calendarThey never went on strikewithout permissionThey workedten days a weekand were only paid for fiveThey workedThey workedThey workedand they diedThey died brokeThey died owingThey died never knowingwhat the front entranceof the first national city bank looks likeJuanMiguelMilagrosOlgaManuelAll died yesterday todayand will die again tomorrowpassing their bill collectorson to the next of kinAll diedwaiting for the garden of edento open up againunder a new managementAll dieddreaming about americawaking them up in the middle of the nightscreaming: Mira Mirayour name is on the winning lottery ticketfor one hundred thousand dollarsAll diedhating the grocery storesthat sold them make-believe steakand bullet-proof rice and beansAll died waiting dreaming and hatingDead Puerto RicansWho never knew they were Puerto RicansWho never took a coffee breakfrom the ten commandmentsto KILL KILL KILLthe landlords of their cracked skullsand communicate with their latino soulsJuanMiguelMilagrosOlgaManuelFrom the nervous breakdown streetswhere the mice live like millionairesand the people do not live at allare dead and were never aliveJuandied waiting for his number to hitMigueldied waiting for the welfare checkto come and go and come againMilagrosdied waiting for her ten childrento grow up and workso she could quit workingOlgadied waiting for a five dollar raiseManueldied waiting for his supervisor to drop deadso he could get a promotionIs a long ridefrom Spanish Harlemto long island cemeterywhere they were buriedFirst the trainand then the busand the cold cuts for lunchand the flowersthat will be stolenwhen visiting hours are overIs very expensiveIs very expensiveBut they understandTheir parents understoodIs a long non-profit ridefrom Spanish Harlemto long~sland cemeteryJuanMiguelMilagrosOlgaManuelAll died yesterday todayand will die again tomorrowDreamingDreaming about queensClean-cut lily-white neighborhoodPuerto Ricanless sceneThirty-thousand-dollar homeThe first spics on the blockProud to belong to a communityof gringos who want them lynchedProud to be a long distance awayfrom the sacred phrase: Que PasaThese dreams These empty dreamsfrom the make-believe bedroomstheir parents left themare the after-effectsof television programsabout the idealwhite american familywith black maidsand latino janitorswho are well trainto make everyoneand their bill collectorslaugh at themand the people they representJuandied dreaming about a new carMigueldied dreaming about new anti-poverty programsMilagrosdied dreaming about a trip to Puerto RicoOlgadied dreaming about real jewelryManueldied dreaming about the irish sweepstakesThey all diedlike a hero sandwich diesin the garment districtat twelve o'clock in the afternoonsocial security number to ashesunion dues to dustThey knewthey were born to weepand keep the morticians employedas long as they pledge allegianceto the flag that wants them destroyedThey saw their names listedin the telephone directory of destructionThey were train to turnthe other cheek by newspapersthat mispelled mispronouncedand misunderstood their namesand celebrated when death cameand stole their final laundry ticketThey were born deadand they died deadIs timeto visit sister lopez againthe number one healerand fortune card dealerin Spanish HarlemShe can communicatewith your late relativesfor a reasonable feeGood news is guaranteedRise Table Rise Tabledeath is not dumb and disableThose who love you want to knowthe correct number to playLet them know this right awayRise Table Rise Tabledeath is not dumb and disableNow that your problems are overand the world is off your shouldershelp those who you left behindfind financial peace of mindRise Table Rise Tabledeath is not dumb and disableIf the right number we hitall our problems will splitand we will visit your graveon every legal holidayThose who love you want to knowthe correct number to playLet them know this right awayWe know your spirit is ableDeath is not dumb and disableRISE TABLE RISE TABLEJuanMiguelMilagrosOlgaManuelAll died yesterday todayand will die again tomorrowHating fighting and stealingbroken windows from each otherPracticing a religion without a roofThe old testamentThe new testamentaccording to the gospelof the internal revenuethe judge and jury and executionerprotector and eternal bill collectorSecondhand *&^% for saleLearn how to say Como Esta Ustedand you will make a fortuneThey are deadThey are deadand will not return from the deaduntil they stop neglectingthe art of their dialoguefor broken english lessonsto impress the mister goldsteinswho keep them employedas lavaplatos porters messenger boysfactory workers maids stock clerksshipping clerks assistant mailroomassistant, assisant assistantto the assistant's assistantassistant lavaplatos and automaticartificial smiling doormenfor the lowest wages of the agesand rages when you demand a raisebecause is against the company policyto promote SPICS SPICS SPICSJuandied hating Miguel because Miguel'sused car was in better running conditionthan his used carMigueldied hating Milagros because Milagroshad a color television setand he could not afford one yetMilagrosdied hating Olga because Olgamade five dollars more on the same jobOlgadied hating Manuel because Manuelhad hit the numbers more timesthan she had hit the numbersManueldied hating all of themJuanMiguelMilagrosand Olgabecause they all spoke broken englishmore fluently than he didAnd now they are togetherin the main lobby of the voidAddicted to silenceOff limits to the windConfine to worm supremacyin long island cemeteryThis is the groovy hereafterthe protestant collection boxwas talking so loud and proud aboutHere lies JuanHere lies MiguelHere lies MilagrosHere lies OlgaHere lies Manuelwho died yesterday todayand will die again tomorrowAlways brokeAlways owingNever knowingthat they are beautiful peopleNever knowingthe geography of their complexionPUERTO RICO IS A BEAUTIFUL PLACEPUERTORRIQUENOS ARE A BEAUTIFUL RACEIf only theyhad turned off the televisionand tune into their own imaginationsIf only theyhad used the white supremacy biblesfor toilet paper purposeand make their latino soulsthe only religion of their raceIf only theyhad return to the definition of the sunafter the first mental snowstormon the summer of their sensesIf only theyhad kept their eyes openat the funeral of their fellow employeeswho came to this country to make a fortuneand were buried without underwearsJuanMiguelMilagrosOlgaManuelwill right now be doing their own thingwhere beautiful people singand dance and work togetherwhere the wind is a strangerto miserable weather conditionswhere you do not need a dictionaryto communicate with your peopleAqui Se Habla Espanol all the timeAqui you salute your flag firstAqui there are no dial soap commericalsAqui everybody smells goodAqui tv dinners do not have a futureAqui the men and women admire desireand never get tired of each otherAqui Que Paso Power is what's happeningAqui to be called negritomeans to be called LOVE
Quote from: mosQuito on July 31, 2007, 09:19:17 AMLitany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Outby Ruchard SikenI like.
Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Outby Ruchard Siken
Y porque amor combatePablo Neruda
Write a PS on it, fuckstick.
Sometimes all you've got is a wacky hi-jink.
This is truly the ultimate in toolish douchebaggery.
Quote from: Gengiswump on August 01, 2007, 01:47:10 PMQuote from: 2Lacoste on August 01, 2007, 12:51:16 PMY porque amor combatePablo NerudaTranslation, por favor.And because Love fights not only in its burning agriculture but in the mouths of men and women, I shall end up by attacking those who between my breast and your fragrance try to interpose their dark foot. They will tell you nothing worse about me, my love, than what I told you. I lived in the meadows before I knew you and I did not wait for love but lay in ambush and jumped upon the rose.What more can they tell you? I am not good or bad, just a man, and they will then add the danger of my life, which you know and which with your passion you have shared. Well, this danger is danger of love, of complete love toward all of life, toward all lives, and if this love brings death or prison, I am sure that your big eyes, as when I kiss them, will then close with pride, with double pride, my love, with your pride and mine. But toward my ears they will first come to undermine the tower of the sweet and harsh love that binds us, and they will say: "That one that you love is no woman for you, why do you love her? I think you could find one more beautiful, more serious, more profound, more other, you understand, look at her how flighty, and what a head she has, and look at her how she dresses and so on and on." And I in these lines say: thus I love you, love, love, thus I love you, thus as you dress and as your hair lifts up and as your mouth smiles,light as the water from the spring upon the pure stones, thus I love you, beloved. Of bread I do not ask that it teach me but that it not fail me during each day of life. I know nothing of light, where it comes from or where it goes, I only want light to light, I do not ask explanations of the night, I wait for it and it envelops me, and thus you are, bread and light and shadow. You came into my life with what you brought, I waited for you, made of light and bread and shadow, and thus I need you, thus I love you, and all those who want to hear tomorrow what I shall not tell them, let them read it here, and let them retreat today because it's too early for these arguments. Tomorrow we shall give them only a leaf from the tree of our love, a leaf that will fall upon the earth as if our lips had made it, like a kiss that falls from our invincible heights to show the fire and the tenderness of a true love.
Quote from: 2Lacoste on August 01, 2007, 12:51:16 PMY porque amor combatePablo NerudaTranslation, por favor.