Battling to Birth Wild Balance

“What matters in life is not what happens to you but what you remember and how you remember it [to tell the tale].” ~ Gabriel García Márquez

 

My bit of the North revealed its skull hollow on a mad Tuesday. Mandibles dropped for cover, tongues lashed out in outrage, and no less than 1,001 fists (per nanosecond) pumped towards the heavens in despair—dark clouds and powerful men with darker souls gave exactly zero fucks. But… worry not, my Ink Warrior, today’s babies sharpen their teeth on the neckbone of injustice.

I art my words strange,
fill my tales with blood and feels.
My poetry howls
of love and other demons
battling to birth wild balance.

 

the wee notes…
– If Death had not felt the need for the best of storytellers, my dearest Gabo would’ve turned 91 today. He has been gone for almost 4 years. To celebrate his amazing life, I chose 4 of his quotes, crafted them into a blackout poem, expanded the poem into a tanka, and grew it into the tanka prose you’ve just read. Also, the fourth line of the tanka is the title of one of Márquez’s novels. Feliz cumpleaños, mi Gabo, your words will always live in needed tales.
– I apologize to those of you who were expecting the next bit of “In a Normal (probably-pre-apocalyptic) Reality”. I’ll post it next Tuesday. I just couldn’t skip my Gabo on the anniversary of his birth.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

41 thoughts on “Battling to Birth Wild Balance

  1. I’m ashamed I’ve still not read even one of his books. I’ve got a Water Valley library card now though so I can rectify that! If you love him, he must be amazing. 💜

    • You can always start with his collected stories *cough, cough*. I think you will appreciate “Big Mama’s Funeral” and “The Incredible and Sad Tale of Innocent Eréndira and her Heartless Grandmother” and “A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings” and… All right, I’ll stop. But seriously. Yum.

  2. I’m reading a book right now about magical realism literature, so although I’ve never read Gabriel Garcia Marquez, the name is coming up a lot. It’s a weird synchronicity that you write of him heere.

    I like Latin American magical realism, or what I know of it. Jose Denoso’s “Obscene Bird of Night” might be my favorite novel.

    • I don’t think any book on Magical Realism would be complete, or even any good, if it didn’t mention Gabo often (I might be a tad biased, too *cough*).

      I’ve never read Obscene Bird of Night, but I already love the title. I shall look for it!

  3. At our age death can come any time. I’ve been fortunate, a lot of credit is due from me to the modern medicine men/women and their ways and machines. Too bad for you that Marquez would die. You can still study his ways though.
    “love and other demons,” a strange telling on ‘love’.
    ..

  4. How important it is when we write is to present the truth in a different form so that others may grasp its importance. What a delight to see your “black out” style of poety regularly to illustrate this so well Magaly.

  5. I often hear the (slightly mad, pleasing, sweet as tropical fruit) lilt of Marquez in your work, Magaly–it’s odd I hear more of your own voice here where you’ve crafted your sword with his very metal, yet it seems more you than him, despite the echoes. As always, I love your way with prose poetry, a very difficult form in which you excel, and for which I tanka you very much. *runs* Seriously, –seriously good.

    • They say that we are what we eat, and goodness knows that I devour my querido Gabo’s words (by the way, I’m still trying to figure out who “they” are).

      I wanted to say something very witty about your poet humor, but… I can’t stop laughing long enough.

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