Ithaca – brand new eyes for a journey

14 08 2010

Two years, one month and fifteen days ago I began this blog brand new eyes with this entry Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation in my late 30s. A blog like a path emerging from a previous stock, when I used to need crutches, a path which now has come to another bifurcation. It grew and it became what it is now, a poetry blog. A blog in English that became a blog in every language I am able to express myself, mostly and less incorrectly in Spanish.

Several weeks ago, again, a new bifurcation took place and the new tributary the journey took, once again, showed me that life is a journey. These years I’ve come to understand that I’m not a writer. I’m just a journalist of my heart and this is my evolutionary journal. Call me Charles, or Ishmael, or the White Whale for what it’s worth. And it is through this diary that I become the writer I am not. A log book that shows how poetry for me is just like music for others.

Those physical brand new eyes I got two years, one month and fifteen days ago have grown into more powerful warrior-traveler eyes, the same brand new eyes that I glimpsed when reading a curious book my father gave me at the age of fourteen. A book, he said, that illustrated his leukocytary interpretation of life. A journey that one must pursue as if it had a meaning knowing it is meaningless cause its destination is purposeless and only the journey itself counts.

So let this now rare non-poetry post celebrate all Ithacas, regardless of what they are, on purpose of what they give us. As Kavafis wrote:

Always keep Ithaca in your mind.
To arrive there is your ultimate goal.
But do not hurry the voyage at all.
It is better to let it last for many years;
and to anchor at the island when you are old,
rich with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches.

Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage.
Without her you would have never set out on the road.
She has nothing more to give you.

And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you.
Wise as you have become, with so much experience,
you must already have understood what Ithacas mean.

Buenas noches. And thanks to all Ithacas yet to come.


Fear according to Linus

27 04 2009

a lo lejos se avistan
sus inmensas corazas
sus viscosos y retorcidos
cuernos coronados por ojos
de otros mundos

nadie puede contar
lo que queda a su paso
nadie ha sido capaz
de volver hacia acá
después de haber sido cubierto por su manto

en tanto, aquí esperamos
dormidos con los ojos abiertos
abiertos como platos
inmóviles como Gullivers
atados por un ejército
de hormigas descerebradas
que corren como locas

retumba el estregar
de su vientre en el suelo
avanzan decididos
gigantes e imparables
los caracoles

Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation in my late 30s

28 06 2008
Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation-Assisted Sub-Epithelial Keratectomy

15 days ago, I had LASEK eye surgery. The previous days I’d been under lots of stress at work that distorted my perception of the world around me: my friends, my kids, my partner. They all, mainly my partner, and myself of course, suffered from this situation. I’ve been questioning everything and not being able to express it. A couple of days after the surgery I got to a point where I preferred having a severe complication and remain blind than going back to work. 

Now I am armed with a pair of brand new eyes. Ready to learn and analyze everything from scratch. Love, trust, touch, feelings.