Monday, November 2, 2020

All Souls Day (Día de Muertos)

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Ofrenda por Rafael Jesús González, Museo de California en Oakland, 2017,  detalle 
Ofrenda by Rafael Jesús González, Oakland Museum of California, 2017, detail
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--Consejo para el peregrino a Mictlan

------------------------(al modo Nahua)

Cruza el campo amarillo de cempoales,
baja al reino de las sombras;
es amplio, es estrecho.
Interroga a los ancianos;
son sabios, son necios:
— Señores míos, Señoras mías,
¿Qué verdad dicen sus flores, sus cantos?
¿Son verdaderamente bellas, ricas sus plumas?
¿No es el oro sólo excremento de los dioses?
Sus jades, ¿son los más finos, los más verdes?
Su legado, ¿es tinta negra, tinta roja? —

Acepta sólo lo preciso:

-----lo que te haga amplio el corazón
--------lo que te ilumine el rostro.




-----------------------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2020







-----Advice for the Pilgrim to Mictlan

------------------- (in the Nahua mode)


Cross the yellow fields of marigolds,
descend to the realm of shadows;
it is wide, it is narrow.
Question the ancients;
they are wise, they are fools:

— My Lords, My Ladies,
What truth do your flowers, your songs tell?
Are your feathers truly lovely, truly rich?
Is not gold only the excrement of the gods?
Your jades, are they the finest, the most green?
Your legacy, is it black ink, red ink? —

Accept only the necessary:

-----what will widen your heart
----what will enlighten your face.




----------------------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2020






Descent to Mictlan, The Land of the Dead

(Trance Poem in the Nahua Mode)

[Descent to Mictlan, Land of the Dead: Trance Poem in the Nahua mode (commissioned by the Oakland Museum of California while the author was Poet in Residence under a Writers on Site award by Poets & Writers, Inc. and a grant from The James Irvine Foundation in 1996) was written as a performance piece for voice, drums, didgeridoos, and movement with Xochipilli, Men's Ritual Group, intended to guide the audience upon an introspective journey of the imagination down into the kingdom of Death.

It is not so much entertainment as it is ritual art which, with the consent of each person in the audience to give himself or herself to their imagination, would induce the heightened perception of trance to descend into our collective and personal past to examine the legacy of our ancestors. What they have given us, we have become. It may be read by the attentive reader in the same way.

The times demand that we take stock of who we are, for our great Mother the Earth is wounded and, to heal her, we must heal ourselves, learn from the wisdom of our forebears and discard their mistakes. And in return for what each brings back from the store house of the past, each must make a commitment, in good faith, to change and to heal ourselves; and to care for and protect the Earth, all that she bears, and each other in brotherhood and sisterhood of the spirit and of the flesh. It is a gift and a blessing. Any less and we risk our own extinction on the Earth.]

 

Cruzad el campo amarillo de cempoales.
Cross the yellow fields of marigolds.
Bajad al reino de las sombras — es amplio, es estrecho.
Descend to the realm of shadows — it is wide, it is narrow.

We come to the mouth of the cavern of caverns,
realm of Mictlantecuhtli, Mictlancihuatl,
Señor-Señora Muerte, Our Lord, Our Lady of Death —
It is wide, it is narrow;
pasad, enter this chamber of yellow blooms,
--------the cempoalxochitl, the shield flower,
------------flor de muertos, flower of the Dead.

We step, we walk;
-----we walk the sacred;
---------every step is sacred.
We walk in the tracks of our ancestors,
we step in the tracks of the old ones,
----our grandmothers, our grandfathers,
----the ancients:
--------the people of the drum
--------the people of the canoe
--------the people of the pyramids
--------the people of the spear
--------the people of the shuttle and loom
--------the people of the sickle and plow,
------------our ancient ones, all of the clans.
They taught us to see;
they taught us not to see;
-----from them we learned to see;
-----------we learned not to see.
They taught us to dream;
------they taught us to fear;
-----------much to learn, much to unlearn.
We step in their tracks, we step on the sacred.

We walk, we step in the tracks of our ancestors,
----our relations:
---------the ocelot
---------the buffalo
---------the coyote
---------the bear
---------the salmon, the serpent, the eagle, the hawk,
---------monkey, turtle, frog,
---------the owl and the bat.
Further, further we walk:
the spider, the moth, the fly, the coral, the mite,
ameba, paramecium, germ, virus - all of the clans.
They taught us to see, to live in the now,
------to smell, to taste,
------to hear, to live in the now.
We step in their tracks,
-----we walk on the sacred —
---------all our relations, all of the clans.

We walk, we step in the tracks of our ancestors,
our relations:
-----the fern, the redwood
-----the pine, the oak
-----the cactus, the mesquite
-----the violet, the rose
-----the fig, the grape-vine, the wheat
-----the corn, the thistle, the grass
-----the mushroom, the moss, the lichen, the algae,
-----the mold — all of the clans.
They taught us to touch, to fully delight in the here,
------to find contentment on the here.
We step in their tracks,
-----we walk on the sacred —
---------all our relations, all of the clans.

We walk, we step
-----in the tracks of our ancestors, our relations:
--------the granite, the sandstone
--------the jasper, the serpentine
--------the turquoise, the flint
--------the opal, the crystal
--------the agate, the jade
--------the gold, the iron
----the silver, the lead, the copper, the tin,
----boulder, pebble, sand, dust — all of the clans.
They taught us silence, quiet;
------they taught us to stay, to be.
We step in their track,
-----we walk on the sacred —
---------all our relations, all of the clans.

------It is dark; it is light —
here the roots of the Tree of Life,
------árbol de la vida, tree of Tamoanchan.
Look: wealth, treasure, our inheritance.
Look: teocuitatl, oro, gold, shit of the gods
-------chalchihuitl, jade, jade, the green stone
-------quetzalli, plumas, feathers, the precious things
-------xochitl, flores, the roots of flowers —
gifts and burdens,
------the useful, the hindering,
----------the dark medicine, the glittering poison.
Pick and choose: empowering joys there are,
--------------------useless sorrows there are;
needs true — clear and lovely as water
desires true — ruddy and joyous as wine;
--------needs false and deadly as arsenic
--------desires false and deadly as knives;
swords of jewels, plows muddied and dulled by stones;
--------dazzling powders, herbs rich in visions.
Choose and sort — it is not much you can carry.

Our ancestors, our relations make council; listen:

Much have our mothers, our fathers
-------our grandmothers, our grandfathers
-------our ancestors left us:
-----------gifts are there for our blessing
-----------debts are there for our curse.

Interroga a los ancianos — son sabios, son necios.
Question the ancients — they are wise, they are fools.

Señores míos, Señoras mías — my Lords, my Ladies,
---------¿Qué verdad dicen sus flores, sus cantos?
---------What truth do your flowers, your songs tell?
---------¿Són verdaderamente bellas, ricas sus plumas?
---------Are your feathers truly lovely, truly rich?
---------¿No es el oro sólo excremento de los dioses?
---------Is not gold only the excrement of the gods?
---------Sus jades, ¿son los más finos, los más verdes?
---------Your jades, are they the finest, the most green?
---------Su legado, ¿es tinta negra, tinta roja?
---------Your legacy, is it black ink, red ink?

They offer gifts, they give teachings:
------precious, worthless
------healing, dangerous —

sort, choose — choose the precious, the healing;
-----------------discard the worthless, the harmful;
------there is much to learn, there is much to unlearn.
Choose - each offers gifts, our ancestors, our relations —
---------human, animal, plant, mineral —
------------------they are us, our relations.
Choose and sort, sort and choose
---------these gifts are of the Earth, la Tierra
---------these gifts celebrate and nurture her
---------these gifts blaspheme and destroy her
---------------------These gifts are of the Earth.
Sort and choose, choose and sort.
-----The ancients are wise, the ancients are fools;
----------riches they gathered, garbage they hoarded.
Acepta sólo lo preciso; accept only the necessary:
--------lo que te haga amplio el corazón
--------what will widen your heart
--------lo que te ilumine el rostro
--------what will enlighten your face.
Pick and choose —
------hush —
--------------in silence sort and choose, sort and choose.

Hush —
----------Look carefully - have we chosen well?
the way back is hard, full of dread
----and much have our ancestors left us.
---------What of their gifts is worth the sharing?
----------------Consider well —
------------------------the gold and the jeweled sword
--------------------is not more than the work-dulled plow.
Consider, test your choice —
---------------------------------hush —
Tasks await us on the Earth for our healing, for hers —
-------difficult, great.
---------------Choose well for the journey, for the work.
hush —
---------remember:
----------------------joy is the root of our strength,
------------- the roots that feed us come from the heart
---------the science most wise disturbs least —

-----hush — hush — hush

So, we choose what we choose.
Remember: from these gifts we make our own;
--------------we add to the hoard.
-------Do not burden the children.
Do not carry so much we cannot hold each other’s hands.
----Remember: the most precious treasure
-----------------is that which we take for the giving.

We choose what we choose —
-----make ready — take up your bundle,
-----the seeds of our making - it is light, it is heavy;
-----precious are the bones of our ancestors;
-----leaving them buried makes them no less precious;
they are of the Earth, Madre Tierra, Coatlicue,
-----------------Pachi Mama, the Earth needs them.
------ehecatl, aire, air
------tletl, fuego, fire
------atl, agua, water
------tlalli, tierra, earth.

Make ready to leave the store house, the treasure;
walk round the cavern once as the clock turns
------from the East, red and gold with knowledge
------to the South yellow and green with love
------to the West black and blue with strength
------to the North white with healing.
You are now at the threshold — it is wide, it is narrow
-----------------------------------it is dark, it is light
-----------------------------------it is steep, it is plain.
Do not look back;
leave Mictlan, reino de la muerte, realm of the dead;
-------leave the cave of the ancients,
--------------the cave of our treasure;
------------------begin the way back.
What you bring back from the land of the dead,
-------from among the bones of the ancestors,
-------------is your gift to life.
---------------------Pray the gods you choose well.

Vuelve, vuelve, return.

It is your commitment,
-----the healing of yourself and the Earth.
What will you do?
-------How will you honor the ancestors?
-------------What will you say to the children?
--------------------What will you do for justice and peace?

Vuelve, vuelve, return.
Go, vete —
------------lleva la bendición de la vida;
------------------carry the blessing of life.
------------Go, vete —
form a face, form a heart.
forma un rostro, un corazón
in ixtli, in yollotl

Go, vete, go —
que los dioses te tengan, may the gods keep you.

In whatever you do, bendice la vida,
--------------pass on the blessing of life.

Vete y bendice la vida;
-----Go and pass on the blessing of life.

Vete, ha acabado; Go, the journey is finished —

Vete y empieza un día nuevo,
-----Go and begin a new day.

-----Vete, Go.
 


--------------------------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2020




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Sunday, November 1, 2020

Feast of All Saints

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El 2 de noviembre Día de Muertos mexicano es un fiesta compleja en la que el dolor de la muerte y la alegría de la vida se entrelazan en la memoria y en la celebración, tal como en la celebración del Día de Muertos en el Museo de California en Oakland el año pasado en época mucho, mucho más feliz. Este año celebraremos el Día de Muertos aislados con mucha más tristeza que alegría — pero nunca, nunca se debe menospreciar la alegría. Hay un viejo refrán: Lo que he bailado nada me lo puede quitar. 
 
Pero la muerte y el sufrimiento causado por la pandemia coronavirus, la tortura y muertes de inmigrantes por parte del gobierno estadunidense, los asesinatos de nuestros hermanos, hermanas negros y morenos por la policía, los incendios e inundaciones del cambio climático pesan mucho en el corazón. Y en los EE.UU. tenemos que elegir entre la democracia o el fascismo; el 3 de noviembre es nuestro momento de verdad. 
 
November 2 the Mexican Día de Muertos is a complex holiday in which the pain of death and the joy of life entwine in memory and celebration, such as in last year's 25th annual celebration of Día de Muertos at the Oakland Museum of California in a much,  much happier time. This year we celebrate Día de Muertos in isolation with the sorrow much out-weighing the joy — but never, never must joy be short-changed. There is an old Spanish saying: Lo que he bailado nada me lo puede quitar (what I have danced nothing can take from me.) 

But the death and suffering caused by the coronavirus pandemic, the torture and death of immigrants by the U.S. government, the murder of our black and brown brothers and sisters by the police, the fires and floods of climate change weigh heavily on our hearts. And we in the U.S. must elect between democracy or fascism; November 3 is our moment of truth.

Please vote the soonest possible, if possible take your ballot to a ballot drop box or your polling place; this is the final push for all of us to have a chance at this America in this election. Do you have a plan to vote by November 3? Click here to find everything you need, including hours and locations for voting and where to drop off your ballot. Our lives depend on it.


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Saturday, October 31, 2020

full moon: Druid Moon (Halloween)

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---------------Luna Druida
 
 
La luna llena que debería llevar
un tinte azul sale por entre las ramas
del roble, del encino con tinte naranja
debido al humo de los bosques en llamas
como los velos más ralos
entre el mundo de los vivos
y el mundo de los muertos
como creían los druidas de esta noche
de su año viejo. Todos salimos
enmascarados no para protegernos
de espíritus malignos
sino para protegernos unos a los otros
de la peste que nos trae la muerte.
No tememos ni a brujas ni a espantos
mas a los hombres, mujeres 
de corazón carcomido, locos
de codicia y poder, injustos, crueles. 
Votamos por la vida o por la muerte
en este crucero del tiempo.
 
 
 
 
-----------------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2020
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
---------------Druid Moon
 
 
The full moon that should have
a blue tint rises among the branches 
of the oaks with a tinge of orange
due to the smoke of the forests on fire
like the thinnest of veils
between the world of the living
& the world of the dead
as the druids believed of this night
of their old year. We all go out
masked, not to protect ourselves
from malignant spirits 
but to protect one another
from the plague that brings death.
We do not fear witches nor ghosts
but the men, women 
with hearts of rot, crazed
with greed & power, unjust & cruel.
We vote for life or for death
at this crossroads of time.
 
 
 
 
------------------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2020
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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Saturday, October 24, 2020

The U. S. Postal Service: Dead Letter Office

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    Oficina de cartas no entregadas
 

Cuentan que un escribano
se volvió loco de años trabajando
en la oficina de cartas no entregadas,
esa carta de amor no entregada,
corazones rotos; el billete de banco,
un niño muerto de hambre; esas palabras
de esperanza, de condolencia, de consuelo
por siempre selladas, sin leerse, cortadas
le pesaban el corazón, la mente.
¿Qué vidas costarían
esas cartas muertas, no entregadas?
¿No sería una destinación destino?
Cuando balotas no se entregan
¿se destruiría una democracia,
aseguraría una tiranía?
En una oficina de cartas no entregadas
un escribano perdió la mente;
en una oficina de cartas no entregadas
un país puede perder la libertad.
 
 
                                              © Rafael Jesús González 2020
 
 
 
 
 

 

        Dead Letter Office 

 
They say a scrivener
went mad from years of working
in the dead letter office,    
that undelivered love letter,
broken hearts; the bank note,
a starving child; those words
of hope, of condolence, of solace
forever sealed, unread, cut-short
weighed on his heart, his mind.
What lives did they cost,
those letters dead, undelivered?
May not a destination be a destiny?
When ballots are not delivered
could not a democracy be destroyed,
a tyranny assured?
In a dead letter office
a scrivener lost his mind;
in a dead letter office
a country can lose its liberty.
 
 
 
                            © Rafael Jesús González 2020
 
 



 
 
 
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Thursday, October 22, 2020

Wednesday, October 21, 2020

Scorpio

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---------Escorpión


El alacrán
---en sus ojos de ópalo
---guarda los secretos
---del agua inmóvil.
Eleva, tenaz, su cola de hierro
y su aguijón de topacio
refleja las luces rojas de Marte,
---las luces obscuras de Plutón.
Se esconde detrás del palo erecto,
------en la cueva húmeda;
y sabe los secretos del alma.




-----------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2020



----------------Scorpio

The scorpion
 

-----in its opal eyes 
-----guards the secrets 
-----of the immobile water.
It tenaciously raises its tail of iron
& its topaz sting 

reflects the red lights of Mars, 
----the dark lights of Pluto.
It hides behind the erect pole,
 

---in the moist cave;
it knows the secrets of the soul.




-------------------------© Rafael Jesús González 2020


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