A poem out of focus

About a week ago, a cold homebound saturday night, my housemate Alejandro and i decided to scavange a few pesos together and invest in some whisky. Did i mention how great it is to live in a house of critical thinkers and philosophers? truth and reality, their definitions and distinctiveness is an ongoing debate between Ale and i. To boot, both he and Manuel, who i also live with, are both doing theses on critical pedagogy... right up my ally.

Anyways, back to whisky which seemed to be the impetus needed to unleash our synchronised creative genius in the form of one poem this one particular night. Here tis, make what you will out of it.

Poema difuso – A Poem out of focus

A veces quisiera sudar lágrimas en otras almohadas
Pillows, schpillows, there’s no resting now
Descansar a veces es lo mismo que actuar
Pues actuar es una forma de olvidar
Forget me forget me. And then being the same.
Porque no puedo dejar de ser yo todos mis actos.
No hay escapatoria. Ir es lo mismo que volver.
Leaving one door but entering another, Always,
Otherwise, where’s the evolution?
Craving for cynicism again
Diablos, ¿no puedo ir más allá de mi mismo?
¿Por más que busque, no voy a encontrar nada sino mis anhelos?
Like I know those, ha-ha-ha,
¿Cómo abandonarme sin dejarme? Si en la práctica eso no ocurre,
¿Por qué mierda me lo pregunto?
I’m my own testimony, if anyone. And still aching to mold me,
Transform me,
Mutate me,
Manipulate me
Distil me
Refine me
Pollute me
Sick me
And still nothing me,
¿Debo buscar cambiar o permanecer? ¿Qué es lo inevitable?
Changing what will always leave remnants of me
Permanence is deadly, but I …
Bueno, yo no la maté.

Alejandro Herrera, Christine Athanasakos