THOSE SOILED SHIRTS-ESAS CAMISAS SUCIAS

I WEAR THE SOILED SHIRTS OF MY SADNESS
I KISS THE WALL LIKE THE LAST LOVER
I WALK THE ALLEYS TO CONFRONT KNIFING

THE WATER BOILED IN MY EYES
I SAW THE OCEAN
THE LAST DOLPHIN REJECTED MY LAPS
THE OYSTER SLIVERED LIKE A SNAKE IN MY THROAT
AND CAUSED MY LAST WORDS

I AM NOT FROM ARGENTINA I DO NOT DESERVE
SUCH A BRAND OF MASTERS
I AM THE INDIAN YOU SAW CRYING ON THE HIGHWAY
THE DEAD HUMMINGBIRD
AND THE BROKEN PETAL


(C)COPYRIGHT 9:03 A.M. NOVEMBER 13, 2015, CARACAS, VENEZUELA ORIGINALLY WRITTEN IN ENGLISH.

TRANSLATION BY THE AUTHOR:

ESAS CAMISAS SUCIAS

Uso las camisas sucias de mi desdicha
beso la pared como el último amante
camino los callejones para confrontar las puñaladas

el agua hirvió en mis ojos
vi el mar
el último delfín rechazo mi regazo
la ostra se deslizó como una serpiente en mi garganta
y causó mis últimas palabras

yo no soy de Argentina no merezco
tal marca de maestros
yo soy el indo que viste llorando en la autopista
el tucusito muerto
y el pétalo roto

THE LITERARY NOBEL LAUREATES ARE TIRED

WHERE S Thomas Pynchon, the true laureate! Carlos E. Mijares Poyer - Author & Marketer ‪#‎sweden‬ ‪#‎nobelprize‬ ‪#‎literature‬ ‪#‎writers‬ ‪#‎novelists‬‪#‎nyc‬ ‪#‎london‬ ‪#‎paris‬ ‪#‎netherlands‬ ‪#‎germany‬ ‪#‎losangeles‬ ‪#‎kansas‬ #nyc‪#‎newyork‬ ‪#‎massachussetts‬ ‪#‎connecticut‬ ‪#‎pennsylvania‬ ‪#‎japan‬ ‪#‎china‬‪#‎caracas‬ ‪#‎venezuela‬ ‪#‎literatura‬ ‪#‎escritores‬ ‪#‎arte‬ ‪#‎art‬ ‪#‎buenosaires‬‪#‎colombia‬ VARGAS LLOSA IS NOT A NOBEL LAUREATE, JUST LIKE GARCIA MARQUEZ ISN'T EITHER, IN COMPARISON TO Jorge Luis Borges and Julio Cortazar- these last two wrote better than any writer in the first world, the nobel academy chose two impostors like vargas llosa and marquez to represent Latinamerica! Gabriel García Márquez novel One Hundred Years of Solitude is written with the hidden fact method invented by Ernest Hemingway and Ernest's use of the Paratactic simple declarative sentence style, without developing the sentence beyond the semicolon like William Faulkner. William Faulkner created a microcosm universe in the mythical town of Yoknapatawpha County in the Great South of the United States of America, and wrote with the hypotactic style in structuralist prose, developing what the reader is to see and know, as well as the point of the narrator and the tense from which the narrator is talking from, developing situations, settings, arguments etc. in the majority of sentences and mythical characters beyond the semicolon and the use of complex sentences, compound complex sentences and accurate punctuation, specially the use of the comma. Garcia Marquez took Hemingway's style of writing and created the mythical town of Macondo in Colombia with mythical characters which was invented by Faulkner, in a blatant criminal delinquent to the face plagiarism hidden by postmodernist analysts as a valid appropriation, which nothing more than convenient collage, cut and paste, and theft. Garcia Marquez whom I visited in Havana in the Siboney area of this city still has a luxury house in Havana paid for by his intimate political friend Fidel Castro, and Marquez's role as the nobel laureate of the colombian drug cartels. This is the subject of a book of my analysis and intellectual property discovered more than 25 years ago. (c)copyright 1989, by Carlos E. Mijares Poyer author and marketer. The simple sentence style of S-V-P (Subject-Verb-Predicate) used by Marquez to tell a story about a mythical style changing the setting from the american deep south to colombia of Faulner's invention and discovery using Hemingway's writing style is a literary theft. Borges and Cortazar are geniuses of their own worlds, cosmologies and literary styles, not collages like the chinese nobel laureate Mo Yan, which uses metaphysical fantasy characters of western tendency to typify chinese nationalist scenarios and poetics, thus using the collage form which is not art. The true winner of the nobel prize for literature which has been nominated for years is Thomas Pynchon, american writer and genius, owner and activitist of an authentic fiction and literary cosmology since 1974, and before with his short story collection SLOW LEARNER and the novel GRAVITY'S RAINBOW. Bill Clinton of course loves Marquez's literature for it places latinamerica as a marginal underdeveloped scenario of inferior genetic characters and situations, in its sociology and psychology, something so convenient for bigot and xenophobics in this world to defend, protect and maintain the pseudosuperiority of the first world which feeds on the resources of the so called third world. LOL

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MOON ILLUSION, WRITTEN AUG. 1994 IN ENGLISH CARACAS, VENEZUELA

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-MOON ILLUSION- (c) copyright Aug. 1994 by Carlos E. Mijares Poyer.


A pebble rippled a pond's immensity
and angered the moon
as the child walked aw
     seeming it to disappear
     as numbers in the minday
dealing a summer cricket tone,
silent palms to his side,
glass-eyed in this illusion of moon.

     Then in a silent vestibule
     looking into a clay bowl
     alienate so many souls.

The child walked about the pastels
and averted the tumid smell
of polished furniture;
how each hair had grown
to be what seemed- a loom...
and reminisced immobility,
as a necessity in the open act
of maturity.

     The child was only ten,
     in the summer vane.

The moon evaporated leaves and
the flight of crows,
the darkness around the stars
perished blue.

     Lately, the illusion moves.
     The herd of water roams.

Poem in English Venezuela: The Harbinger of South America / Poema en Ingl'es Venezuela: Mensajera de Am'erica del Sur

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POEM(A) CELOSIAS / BLINDS

-CELOSIAS-

Me miras pasar todas las tardes

creyendo no verte

esos ojos recorren la calle

como una luz, en la misma
luz siempre.

A veces vengo tarde, de noche,

cuando se deja ver tu figura

que suavemente

hace rizos del bombillo. Lo entona.

Y allí estás...casi desnuda,

tu mirada de nuevo:

Unos ojos escarlata

que hacen trizas

toda esa oscuridad.

Cuando la mañana

abre lentamente, y levanta sus brazos

en la ventana

y tu no estás...

y tu no estás...

TRANSLATION BY THE AUTHOR:

--BLINDS--

You look every afternoon

thinking I do not see you

those eyes cover the street

like light, in the same light, always.

Sometimes I come late, at night,

when your figure allows itself to be seen

that gently

makes ripples of the lightbulb. Entonates it.

And there you are... almost in the nude

your gaze once again:

A pair of scarlet eyes

that rip

all of that darkness.

When morning,

opens slowly and raises its arms

upon the window...

and you´re not there...

and you´re not there...

copyright 2008, by Carlos Mijares Poyer, english and spanish original and translation.

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AMERICAN SOLSTICE POEM IN ENGLISH BY CARLOS MIJARES POYER PUBLISHED IN SILVER BIRCH PRESS LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, U.S.A./POEMA SOLSTICIO AMERICANO ESCRITO EN INGLES POR CARLOS MIJARES POYER PUBLICADO EN LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA, ESTADOS UNIDOS DE NORTEAMERICA.

photo: "Red Clouds" by Gary Gay

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Homage poetry series in honor of beat-nick american poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti and his theme and poem I Am Waiting.

Serie po'etica en homenaje al gran poeta norteamericano beat Lawrence Ferlinghetti y su tema y poema ESTOY ESPERANDO.

KILLER POEMS TO THE DREAM and north carolina poems

GREENSBORO, NORTH CAROLINA, USA

Overlook St.
I see your premonition
sounds coming from moxie families
the sea is distant but it is there for you
the echo is right
here in front of me like miraculous void of shells...

I see your eyes like twin pearls
and your voice violins


FRIENDLY AVENUE

Oh my God...
look at all those churches
not a soul in sight
and yet they are inside dreaming
watching and waiting
for your soul
for your dead body,
and serendipity


STONE MOUNTAIN

Beethoven´s 7th symphony
in the back woods...

The Rock is gray and hard cold
high edifice climbing angst
passageways of leaves
and water
we are encountered in the spatial seeds


BREATHE

The column of
wind rays air
in rainbow sounds
and the choir of flowers
hymns, lyrics atoned with honey
in the white roses
crossing and flying
over the escaping mountains


CROSS-EYED

Bysymmetrical
patterns in your
eyes like selfies
in the dark of
your lost pupils
the tenement strong
of sight stands chilling
like a valley of roses


BETWIXT IS THE NIGHT

Christmas far away
toll the months and
sacred nites - ample
mooons...
Stars like rosaries
and stargazers
running on illuminated beaches

betwixt is the night
witches and tables turned Macbeth
in first suppers of
vegan violent revolutions
in this nightfarm
society
the peril of war
is the peace of the ocean

jump tell your tales
to the eagle, he will listen to it all
the scarlet macaw flies over
the estranged latin rivers
our death and futuristic
cities where things
are seen
betwixt the night frozen

(c)copyright 2014 Carlos E. Mijares Poyer, caracas, venezuela, cmijarespoyer@gmail.com

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