THE SAVAGE DETECTIVES(Roberto Bolano)
Today i joined the visceral realists(who cares?
Tomorrow a soup of influences-South American/Mexican
Brimming with fervor of revolutionary scripting
Propaganda proselytizing passionately poignantly
where poetry is our lingua franca/all meaning distilled
via the archery of arrowed targets(St Sebastian)
all thirst and need and mess and young
enough to see change as a line (in a line
listening to Neruda/Villon/Jara/Garfias
supplying Che/Mao/Ho/Anonymous
with lipstick red Revolutions Liberation
applied to the South(Mexico City)
Here come the police and army/tool of silencing
All that changes are their victims..
THE FEAST OF LOVE(Charles Baxter)
Let every character share their individuality
to find imperfect love liaisons in a coffee shop
singularly attached in temporary time tunings
interrupted by breakups.breakdowns,divorce and death
Let art be another Baxter.A dog on flame
informing images of transience in silence on walls
a private vision to share when love declares amnesty
And we settle for what remains-art ,life,framed
Picture perfect pages flipped
Visions for photography.Still lives...
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