Sábado por la tarde

By Parson Thru

Sat, 07 Oct 2017
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Sitting on a bench
in Calle de las Huertas
thinking “If I don’t stop tilting
to the right, I might never get
to the middle again”

And people walking by
and stopping at the quotation
of the literary great
that I can’t read the beginning of

But poetry belongs
with these beautiful women
whom I have come to take for granted

And the sun, of course

It makes no difference
whether these streets flow
with beautiful women
with beautiful men
or with blood

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Comments

Submitted by airyfairy on

I love that - 'if I don't stop tilting to the right, I might never get in the middle again'.  The ground seems very unstable at the moment.  The upheaval where you are has such historical resonance.  I don't know as much about it as I should, but enough to know it's a lot more complex than most of us over here probably realise.  

Submitted by Parson Thru on

One over the eight in a destabilising context. I was thinking this morning that my reaction to all this probably reaches back to watching my mum and dad row as a small child. Sunday morning Freud!!! There's quite a history of writers of English taking an interest in Spanish agonies. Probably other languages, too, but I can't read them. As with Brexit and Trump, there's a whole history of complexity and the usual vested interests and opportunist shenanigans to boot.

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Submitted by Ray Schaufeld on

You take me closer to Spain.

Submitted by Parson Thru on

:) Spain, the idea. Spain, the passion. Spain, the workplace.

Hope you enjoy the trip, Elsie.

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