{"id":278,"date":"2015-11-05T10:41:09","date_gmt":"2015-11-05T18:41:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/linrobinson.com\/home\/?p=278"},"modified":"2015-11-05T10:44:33","modified_gmt":"2015-11-05T18:44:33","slug":"frida","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/linrobinson.com\/home\/frida\/","title":{"rendered":"3 Poems About Frida And Diego"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n
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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 LAS DOS FRIDAS<\/span> <\/b><\/div>\n
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And if there are other women?
\nI myself am another woman.And if he abandons me?
\nI myself am completely abandoned.And if he abuses and degrades me?
\nI abuse myself, I degrade myself.And if he is more famous and highly praised than I?
\nI myself am more famous and highly praised than my self.And if he conquers me and plunders my passion?
\nI have conquered myself and plunder my own passion.And if I always will live in his shadow?
\nI always live in the shadow of my own shadow.<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 CAL\u00d3<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

Cal\u00f3 is the cant of the alley and gutter
\nThe slang of the ghetto and the tenement
\nA private language against the law
\nAgainst the church and the landlords
\nAgainst the conquest and the submission
\nAgainst those others, who talk so fine
\nBut hear so poorly and understand so little<\/p>\n

It is Spanish not so much broken as shattered
\nSpanish patched up and darned and refried
\nIt’s servicable enough for the big markets
\nThe three stool restaurants, the carts in the alley
\nLanguage so torn and frayed that it’s a badge
\nMother tongue to the outcast, to the shirtless
\nTo the criminals, addicts, beggars, cripples and whores
\nFree speech for those buried alive in humanity
\nAn ugly idiom that bears down like a speeding bus<\/p>\n

And yes
\nCan fracture backbones like a ruined tower
\nCan turn a beautiful body into a prison
\nCan turn love into the worst torment of all
\nCan make one heart beat as two
\nCan change a white lily into an impaling spike<\/p>\n

But also
\nCan turn a ruptured heart into a flaming parrot
\nCan turn city dregs into a family
\nCan turn crumbled bones to bread
\nCan turn common blood to wine
\nCan turn the words of the gutter into anthems
\nCan turn paint on the walls into prayers<\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 MURALES<\/span> <\/b><\/p>\n

All the world is dressed in white
\nNot of innocence, but the bleach of the sun
\nWhich burns out the colors one by one
\nAnd over a single season turns a lush green land
\nTo dust and smoke and dry stalks of harvest<\/p>\n

All the world has brown skin
\nNot from the sun, but from the earth itself
\nColor of soil and wood and animal hides
\nEven the few with pale skin and hair
\nKeep dark dreams of brown jungle
\nSip their coffee and chocolate
\nUnder the dark gaze of the night<\/p>\n

All the world has black eyes
\nAs deep at the edge as in the center
\nNot black like stones in a stream, but like ravens
\nThat flock to the fields and rise like a storm
\nThe walls are white with brown men
\nWho rise from fields with hoes and machetes and flails
\nAnd harvest only stalks and smoke and dust<\/p>\n

All the world is full of women
\nWho dress in white or sit naked, filling their brown skin
\nWomen water dusty fields, glean stalks from the dust
\nGrind seeds into bread, whitewash earthen walls
\nRaise brown children, pray for the white clouds of brown men
\nAre born down to their knees by the weight of white flowers<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 LAS DOS FRIDAS And if there are other women? I myself am another woman.And if he abandons me? I myself am completely abandoned.And if he abuses and degrades me? I abuse myself, I degrade myself.And if he is more famous and highly praised than I? I myself am more famous and highly praised than […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/linrobinson.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/278"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/linrobinson.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/linrobinson.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/linrobinson.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/linrobinson.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=278"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/linrobinson.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/278\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":285,"href":"http:\/\/linrobinson.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/278\/revisions\/285"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/linrobinson.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=278"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/linrobinson.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=278"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/linrobinson.com\/home\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=278"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}