tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476608869545069574.post7995379173259388589..comments2024-03-26T17:42:15.553-07:00Comments on Poetry of Gonzalinho da Costa: Winter SolsticeGonzalinho da Costahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300912197641837181noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476608869545069574.post-86300970022407714912017-02-14T21:35:46.284-08:002017-02-14T21:35:46.284-08:00In this version of the poem, a comma is added afte...In this version of the poem, a comma is added after “scatter.”<br /><br />WINTER SOLSTICE<br />December 21, 1989<br /><br />I am prisoner to conversation with an old man with a broken nose, mute with catarrh, sedentary and limping.<br />The window is squealing like a small animal, trapped.<br />Outside in the empty parking lot sits an abandoned car, dried out extinct turtle.<br /><br />Dryness scrapes skin off the flaking season lying lifeless, electricity gone dead.<br />Clouds cast to the ground feeble eyes of a pallid man.<br />Trees written in charcoal thrust into the sky, exclaiming, “I am turned into a pillar of salt!”<br /><br />Winter breaks its stony face against the hammering wind,<br />Dust and rocks mix with air,<br />Grass grinds like pebbles underfoot.<br /><br />A warm room withers faster than a disconnected leaf.<br />Memories scatter, twigs across the carpet.<br />Deaf to clapping, hooded thoughts wander.<br />Only blue sparks crackle in recognition.<br /><br />GonzalinhoGonzalinho da Costahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12300912197641837181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476608869545069574.post-63885755752948332122016-04-30T18:11:05.657-07:002016-04-30T18:11:05.657-07:00Photo courtesy of Andrey Samolinov
GonzalinhoPhoto courtesy of Andrey Samolinov<br /><br />GonzalinhoGonzalinho da Costahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12300912197641837181noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476608869545069574.post-37264981054818276172014-12-21T00:29:37.027-08:002014-12-21T00:29:37.027-08:00“Only blue sparks crackle in recognition.”
In dry...“Only blue sparks crackle in recognition.”<br /><br />In dry wintry weather, static electricity crackles from your fingers to doorknobs, faucets, or other metal objects just before you touch them, because metal is a conductor while dry air is an insulator. Static electricity sparking is a metaphor for the dearth of human communication and for human isolation.<br /><br />GonzalinhoGonzalinho da Costahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12300912197641837181noreply@blogger.com