Tijuana Gringo |
Michael Thomas |
7 December 2000. |
8. [Old Neighborhoods]Border heart Mexican megalopolis
neighborhood huddles jowl by wall
streets named for latin american republics.Walk from Chamizal gate. Elva said
"hay partes..." parts of old Juárez still live.Eleven a.m. Thursday block houses
wait quiet; residents gone work and school.Neither poor nor rich. Apartments, homes, shops.
Tepeyac. Honduras. Hmos Escobar.One corner bldg all red & white brick.
Un melting adobe @ 820.Calle signs mounted on walls like horseback
guards at each intersection. Street poplars
trimmed practically two meters over
sidewalk; you pass under barely ducking."Eminently pedestrian," as planners say.
All that walk you imagine this Mexican
city, map in your head, not in your hand,and the image for your experience –
only the sun may guide your shadowwest across the heart toward the heart;
it's true what Elva said – old Juárez livesnew. But then you see the gaps in those teeth.
Broken walls. Abandoned homes. Empty blocks.
There are insurance bets and
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the limits of timeto assure, and to ensure
your return another time
already again another coming back2 = 3 . You shall guard the river future.
You, regent of sovereign state, decide your
turning path away from water this tripfeet go Ochoa, Gonzalez, Villa
16 Septiembre on 7 December
and never a trace of infamy
in 2000 nights of dreaming walk you
finally emerge at the oldest core.It is broad noon, the weather delightful.
Downtown traffic roars lion cage frustration
at pedestrian streets filled with tiny booths.Shoppers' paradise. Don't bring your car.
Be sure to visit the old misiónthree hundred years shall reward you today
with wooden beam roof overhead and prayerplazas full of mid-day gente
street preacher crying out loudwhat is the meaning of navidad
ese
santa rings his bell
beyondthe arches.
a gathering of los cultos
Top10. [premiación]
in the ghetto of humanidadesreminds you of Aldous Huxley
gassing the British Museumwine, sandwiches, music, poetry, art make
speeches, play music, and you each readtwo poems
they give you a beautiful plaque
and a chequethe other poets are so good
you feel better to be chosenbut you miss her, want
her by your side"did you translate that one?"
they ask.No, my girlfriend did.
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