Fragmento para antología acompañado de traducción

(Poema en cinco textos, tres imágenes y una maqueta)

Lizabel Mónica

Attend me, hold me in your muscular flowering arms, protect me from throwing any part of myself away.

Audre Lorde

I

Pero soy descomposición

Y tú eres hierba

A la manera de los poetas cuyas palabras se enroscan en mi cuello

De madrugada

Sigue gritando

Recorre la maleza con tus manos

Déjame entre estos dedos

¿Cuántos ojos?

No te preocupes si se multiplican

Mis-tus inorganicidades

¿Hueles?

Hace rato que ese conjunto de pasajes 

Se reitera 

Mientras te miro

Imagen 3

V

The deepest problems of modern life derive from the claim of the individual to preserve the autonomy and individuality of his existence in the face of overwhelming social forces, of historical heritage, of external culture, and of the technique of life. 

Georg Simmel

Yo defiendo la integridad humana

Pero gozo con la desintegración del tejido

El paisaje nacional cubano

Ha gozado recientemente

Más que defendido

Ha rozado

Se ha ocupado de la descomposición

Y el desorden

Conformado por diversos tejidos

Que se entrecruzan

Para tejer un paisaje no predecible

Contingente 

Que está fuera del tiempo

Que no 

Progresa

Se intensifica el deseo

Y la racionalidad se escabulle entre pasajes que van desde un muro

hacia la visibilidad de otro muro

No hay amor

Ni odio

Tampoco

Productividad

Hay un rozar y un detenerse

Reconocer destejidos en el tejido ajeno

Juntar las hebras

Resbalar sobre el metal para que hagan lo suyo las agujas

Si hay algo que es obvio 

en este plano de paisajes sobre expuestos

Es que el fragmento es mayor que la imagen

Y la totalidad es promiscua

Mi tejido es tu tejido es su tejido 

Se saliva cuando se ve tanta yerba 

mala

Juntándose

Y revolviéndose.

Unweaving

[Fragment]   

Care for me, hold me in your muscular flowering arms, protect me from throwing any part of myself away.

Audre Lorde

I

But I am decomposition

And you are grass

In the way of the poets, whose words are curled up in my neck

At dawn

Keep yelling  

Run through the underbrush with your hands

Leave me among these fingers

How many eyes?

Do not worry if they multiply

My-your inorganicities

Do you smell it?

It’s been a while since this set of landscapes 

Has repeated 

While I’m watching you

Imagen 3

V

The deepest problems of modern life derive from the claim of the individual to preserve the autonomy and individuality of his existence in the face of overwhelming social forces, 

of historical heritage, of external culture, and of the technique of life. 

Georg Simmel

I defend human integrity 

However, I enjoy the disintegration of the social fabric

The Cuban national landscape

Has recently been enjoyed

More than defended

Has brushed

Has been taking care of the decomposition

And the disorder

Conformed by different weavings

That intersect

To knit together an unpredictable landscape

A contingency

Which is out of time

Which does not 

Progress

Desire intensifies

And rationality slips away between landscapes that go from one wall

To the visibility of another wall

There is no love

Nor hate

Neither

Productivity

There is a touching and there is a stopping

To acknowledge what’s woven in someone else’s weave

To bring the strands together

To slip over the metal so that the needles can do their thing

If there is something that’s obvious 

In this over-exposed landscape

It’s that the fragment is greater than the image

And totality is promiscuous 

My weave is your weave is your weave 

To salivate when one sees so much bad 

Grass

Joining

And twisting.

Destejido

(Poema en cinco textos, tres imágenes y una maqueta)