Maracunya: alerta naranja, poesía

"Caminando por el monte vi acercándose una estrella. Yerba bruja me ató el pie. Sentí pesada la lengua." -Juan Antonio Corretjer  Latidos distorsionados entre columnas rotas, la sal con la rabia y el cemento pactan silencio. Un resplandor marmóreo arde bajo el pecho, redención esculpida en leche y sombra. El alma se posa en el charco, espejo turbio, sacrificio sin altar, fugaz como todo tiempo. Desvelo y júbilo bailan en la misma cuerda, albor, viento del sur que no pide permiso. Relámpagos vacían el campo de plataneras, crisálida de hielo renace sin aplausos. Candil encendido por la raíz del origen, cauterio de Abuelos que enseñan sin palabras. Herida heredada, cicatriz de las eras, y tras cada caída, una mácula de amor: la poesía, testimonio sobre pasto manchado. Sombras del arrabal murmuran justicia, el alma en tres se parte para entenderse. Emergencia nacional: pensar antes del juicio. La caverna ahora es barrio sin reflejo. Otra zona de sacrificio. El Abuelo interrumpe m...

"E scribir donde no hay librerías,  escribir en la tierra sin vitrinas" ******* donde el libro es semilla y no una simple mercancía, es dejar que la palabra se desate  como río que no cabe en un escaparate.  Donde no hay estantes, hay memoria, boca que narra, pecho e historia. el papel puede faltar, pero no el canto que en las esquinas florece de tanto en tanto. si no hay librerías, seremos camino,  voz de un pueblo que camina paupérrimo destino. l a tinta resiste, aunque no se venda,  aunque el mercado le cierre la tienda. escribir por un solo lector que espera, por quien despierta bajo la enredadera. por la abuela que nunca aprendió a leer, pero escucha y logra entender el ayer. ser escritor en un lugar sin libros es ser grieta de luz entre los escombros. es sembrar futuro  es decir presente con poesía.

  Mamoyi   -Kendel Hippolyte (1952) (for my son, Daniel) The child is sleeping, folded in among the brown boughs of my arms, and a promise, formed beyond language, drawn upward like sap through a pith, stirs through me. In its slow course, i feel a vow so deep it does not reach the flower and fade of word but leaves me steeped, resined, in its truth. Because i wish this child, awake, a man, to know that he can keep, lifelong, the trust, the self-astonishing joy that he has now and he can draw from them the strength to make his true path from the place i am to where he will become, for his own child, a tree, i vow: these boughs will never break. From Night Vision. Copyright © 2005 by Kendel Hippolyte.  #PeepalTreePress -ER *******

 Para Paul Catafago Vengo con la fuerza de lengua partida por mis muertos felices, con las manos manchadas de historia silenciada. El mapa no me reconoce, pero mis pasos lo redibujan. La gran debacle. En Gaza cae la luna bajo metralla ploop ploop y en Vieques aún tiembla la tierra contaminada cachín cachín El imperio y los tiranos riegan pólvora en nombre de Cristo, se vende la democracia envuelta en casquillos. Nos quieren sin patria y sin memoria, pero llevamos las claves en la saliva, Primo. Puerto Rico te recibe como un espejo, su herida dialoga con la mía con mi niñez herida. Poetas aquí no callan, sus versos disparan claridad patria nueva. Palestina no está sola, ni Borikén arrodillao'. Mientras haya canto, habrá resistencia. Mientras haya palabra, habrá futuro. Nos han querido desaparecer y exiliarnos pero somos el fuego que escribe el amanecer. Y mientras siempre amanezca de nuevo le prohibiremos a la vida falsas promesas: pasaporte pintado pasaporte quemado. -Elvis Rafael...

To whom it may concern, Art offers young people and adults a powerful tool to reflect, share, and imagine new possibilities in everyday life. Artists often find creative ways to share their work, helping others see the world from different perspectives. As Picasso once said,  “Art is a lie that brings us closer to the truth.”  In this sense, poetry and artistic expression open spaces for multi-generational dialogue and balance, encouraging the participation of children, youth, and adults in meaningful processes. These spaces of reflection allow us to explore concrete and creative alternatives for both individual and collective challenges. In the classroom, for example, we witness the power of poetry to stimulate brain plasticity and engage multiple intelligences in action. When poetry enters the classroom, the planet of learning expands, showing us that every student brings a unique way of seeing, thinking, and feeling. Cunyabe Cultural Center 1. The Center  is a fr...

  Elvis Rafael Vázquez-Ortiz (Guayama, Puerto Rico, 1994) is an urban poet and a student at the College of Education of the Pontifical Catholic University of Puerto Rico (PUCPR) in Ponce. He has participated in various cultural activities as a poet and organizer, including Noche de Poesía at Cafelao, moderated by scholar and poet Marta Jazmín García-Nieves (2013); Arte en el Meollo, moderated by artist and poet Mauricio Planchart-Navia (2019); and Noche de Poesía Comunitaria at El Local, moderated by poet Daniel Pommers, among others. He was a member of the literary circle Esencia y Palabra at the University of Puerto Rico in Ponce, moderated by poet and professor Kattia Chico (2012). Currently, he is a member of CLAFA (Antonio Ferrer Atilano Literary Circle), presided over by poet Edwin Torres Aponte from Salinas. He is also part of the Cunyabe Cultural Center in Salinas, led by poet, Bombero, and community leader Edwin González. Since adolescence, he has been writing from...

“Arte en el Meollo” was a vibrant cultural night held on May 9, 2019, at Cafelao, Kiosk #13, in La Guancha, Ponce, starting at 7:00 p.m.  The event was moderated by cultural gestor, poet and artist: Mauricio Planchart-Navia, who led the evening with charisma and commitment.  I was in charge of promoting the event and coordinating the participation of some artists across various disciplines. This was a great opportunity. Local painters exhibited powerful works filled with color, symbolism, and emotion. Poetry was a key element, with intimate readings that resonated deeply with the audience.  A curated collection of photographs revealed everyday life through a critical and artistic lens.  Independent short films were screened, blending social commentary with cinematic creativity.  There was also a display of handcrafted masks representing hybrid identities and Caribbean traditions. Music, both live and recorded, accompanied the presentations with rhythm and atmosp...