Monday, November 7, 2011

(32) Occupy Day of the Dead



Today the skeletons occupied the city
they seized thousands of faces
promenading their smiles all over.

I saw my grandmother Elena in the body of a boy
playing the tambourine without stopping,
I saw Maria, my mother,
in the body of a girl dancing with open arms.

(((a snail fell____s_l_o_w_l_y____inside my body)))

Today the bodies have forgotten fear
today the bones are the best weapons
to occupy the skin that enfolds us.

I have seen my grandfathers Carlos Maria and Fernando,
who in life never knew each other ,
they walked the streets embracing half drunk
giving out marigolds to each woman with a face painted as a skull
who they met along their way,
and I saw my Aunt Luz
she was a feathered girl in the fury of the Aztec Dance.

(((now my body falls____s_l_o_w_l_y____inside a snail)))

Today the bodies have forgotten their pains
and the bones have occupied their place in the barrio.

I have seen my Aunt Ilda painting flowers on the faces of children.
Finally I saw my grandmother Maria
she stared at me with her smooth baby face
she held out her hand like this …
and smiled at me while she said something in baby talk
that surely meant “bye bye”

(((now my body at last occupies my body)))

Translation by Nina Serrano
© Adrian Arias 2011
image: "Jamille" by Adrian

Saturday, May 21, 2011

(((((((((((((((((((((21)))))))))))))))))))))



"The end of the world will be today"
advertise bus posters and radio programs
"The End of the World” is a phrase that reminds me of childhood
My grandmother, who was very devout and went to church every Sunday,
once told me that people were a little sick in the head
to think that the world would end in a punishment from God
saying, "it is what people will do that will end the world"
As I was a child I smiled without fully understanding that phrase,
but now I understand.

"The End of the World” is the whistling of bombs
falling slowly over a small town that
just celebrated a birth, a birthday and a wedding.
"The End of the World” is the dark street of panic
is the monster that haunts us
with the experience that we want to forget.

"The End of the World” is the cry of pleasure in love
is the cry of pain in childbirth
the silent cry of the father who lost his daughter
the farmer who lost his crop.
"The End of the World” is the celebration of the gods,
idols, commandments, stones, robes, flags, anthems,
political parties, penance, pistols, loans,
"The End of the World” is the gift of God for having sinned
or our own invention for wanting to be afraid.
"The End of the World” … "The End of the World” …

There are those who say that everything will begin in a remote village
in the mountains of Colombia,
others assert that it will begin at a place full of books
with people listening to a poem about the end of the world.

Confronting the eyes of faith, what can the poet do?
just keep reading while the ground shakes
and if is not shaking would it be a disappointment
after such a tremendous prediction
oh please help me to live at this very moment
"The end of the world”
by raising your right foot and letting it down hard on the floor
then do the same with the left
and repeat this operation eleven times
until you feel the earth tremble, then
Stop instantly and listen
… listen …
… listen the silence …
… the silence that remains after producing
"The end of the world."



First version of "Poema del Fin del Mundo"
Translated by Nina Serrano.
Poem readed @ SF Public Library, the day of "The End of the World", May 21, 5:05pm

Friday, March 18, 2011

MANTRA (a cellular poem)


Awakening is a color
the silence an aroma
the embrace a song for my soul

Awakening is a color
the silence an aroma
the embrace a song for my soul

Awakening is a color
the silence an aroma
the embrace a song for my soul





2011 English version of Mantra 2008
to be read by CELL-PHONE, as part of Adrian project
"Poemas Celulares/Cellular Poems"
translation by Nina Serrano and Adrian Arias
As part of "OLMECA" @ de Young Museum poetry reading
March 18, Koret Auditorium
...and....
@ The Independent, April 1st
as part of Rupa & The April Fishes concert
Benefit for Voice of Roma

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

( ( ( ( f o u r ) ) ) )



four seasons
four elements
four cardinal points
four way road

rail-road-cros-sing

four hands
four arms
four legs
four walls

four
looks like a house without a roof
and so that …

five…
finishes covering the sky, it doesn’t matter
hug me tight
close your eyes
and dream.



© Adrian Arias
Translation by Nina Serrano
Photo & Object by Adrian, as part of "Beautiful Trash"
Art Residency @ de Young Museum 2010

Monday, January 3, 2011

(((three)))


Snfffffff… you inhale the precise qualifying adjectives
you exhale silence…

Grandmother chews the garlic with a piece of river stone
that is round, black and perfectly polished…

160 years ago an enormous rock fell to Earth that converted dinosaurs
into future gasoline…

A man notes in his notebook that 718 days are left
till the end of the world and lights his cigar…

According to the dictionary “Day” is a time
in which the sun is above the horizon…

You feel the aroma of the rain
is like a recently cut tree branch…

“Silence” is a prison of condemned words to live
without showing its face because of the fault of some fault…

That woman has risen to the heights just to touch the moon
and the moon turns her eyes away with every step…

“Blame” I an insect that causes more bites than any other
and provokes a stinging of unlimited dimensions…

However I don’t know how to explain that
I dream that I wake and don’t remember my dream…


Translated by Nina Serrano
(original version in spanish here)
Adrian, January 3rd, 2011

Sunday, January 2, 2011

((two))



moon-sun
up-down
feet-head
asleep-awake
slap-hug
silence-scream

e-q-u-i-l-i-b-r-i-u-m

eyes-eyes
body-body
fingers fingers fingers fingers

dis-equi-lib-rium

panties-teeth
mouth-belly button
tongue-cloud
lightening-sea shore
abyss-salt
tunnel-sky

e-q-u-i-l-i-b-r-i-u-m





Translated by Nina Serrano
(original version in spanish here)
Adrian, January 2nd, 2011

Saturday, December 11, 2010

My personal plastic sounds



1
I dream in a sea
of Polyethylene sounds
and plastic caress.

2
I wake up and look at the sky
polyester clouds raining nylon threads
over my Melamine face.

3
I play the drum of my skin
to the rhythm of polystaturated carbon
of my celofan soul.

4
If everything is a dream
I want to share the secret sound
of my journey with you.

5
Every morning plastic visits my mouth
in the form of a brush for my teeth
of a cup, of food…

6
Every morning coffee
and its aroma and its music
visit the plastic to dance.

7
My body resists to change
but I am a chameleon
half flesh half PVC.







Haiku-performance by Adrián
as part of "Beautiful Trash" project
@ de Young Museum SF
Friday December 10, 3:33pm
Photos by Danica Conneely
Thanks to Claudia Camille for her help