LUNA PARK (excerpt) by Luis Cardoza y Aragón, translated by Anthony Seidman.

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Illustration by Daniel Godínez

 

Poem. Snapshot of the 20th century.

I

For Ramon Gomez de la Serna

Twentieth century,
New Rebirth,
My life resides here:
I was born when one could no longer hear
Even an echo of last century’s sobbing;
An aeronaut drunk on vertigo,
I chucked my deadweight into the past,
And turned myself entirely into wings!

Perhaps my eyes have
Convex retinas
And my vision is one-and-only:
My world is deformed,
Aching,
The world belonging to others
Reflected
In my funhouse mirrors.

In the funhouse mirrors
Of life, a gesture is best seen
Because it looks grotesque.)

Adolescence sings her mysteries to me,
Siren songs!
And my anxiousness to live is pure madness!

Piss away youth
Like an inheritance,
It escapes from my eyes:
They’re two soul geysers.
Thirst for the knowledge of pleasure,
Pain, love, and hatred,
The mystery of life and death:
Live, live, live!
And from the harmonious madness of the world,
a spiritual roller coastal),
chuck the soul!

Let each day’s cycle be full
With a new episode;
My romp through life!
I was born to loathe monotony.

As with regards to souls resting in peace…
I hate what’s plain,
For it lacks the unexpected.
Let the plain
Smoothen out the path
Through which mountains gallop!

A grain of madness
Flowered in my entrails!

I

Siglo XX,
Nuevo Renacimiento,
Aquí está la vida mía:
Nací cuando del sollozo del último siglo,

No se oía ni un solo eco,
Y aeronauta ebrio de vértigo,
¡Lancé mi lastre al pasado
Y me hice todo alas!

Tal vez mis ojos tengan

Las retinas convexas
Y mi visión sea única:
Mi mundo es deformado,

Dolorido,
El mundo de los otros
Reflejado
En mis curvos espejos.
(En· los  curvos  espejos
De la vida el gesto
mejor se ve porque se ve grotesco.)
Me canta la adolescencia  sus misterios,
– Canciones de sirenas!-
iY es toda una locura mi ansia de vivir!
Derrochar juventud
Como una fortuna
Por  mis  ojos se escapa:
Son dos géisers de espíritu.
¡Sed de saber del placer,

Del dolor, del amor y del odio,
Del misterio de la vida y la muerte:
¡Vivir, vivir, vivir!
Y en la armoniosa locura del mundo
– Montaña rusa espiritual-

El alma despeñar!
¡Que cada día que pase esté pleno
De un nuevo episodio,
Mi aventura en la vida!
Naci odiando la monotonía

De las almas en paz.

Odio la llanura
Por no accidentada:
iQue alfombre la llanura
La senda en donde pasan
Galopando las montañas!

¡Un grano de locura
Floreció en mis entrañas!

Forthcoming by Cardboard House Press

 

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