Your Words Will Always Be

“It is not true that people stop pursuing dreams because they grow old, they grow old because they stop pursuing dreams.” ~ Gabriel García Márquez

Death can’t take
the tales you gave me.
Your words will
always be
part of the girl I once was,
of the crone I’ll be.

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(not so) wee note…
Gabriel García Márquez was the first writer who made me admire the magic that can be conjured out of words. His novels, essays and short stories inspired me to ask difficult questions about people, about society and about myself. Decades later, I am still asking… and learning. If he hadn’t walked through The Veil in 2014, he would’ve turned 90-years-young today. I suspect he is still enjoying himself, telling stories to angels and demons… And if dying didn’t change him, he is probably terribly pissed off because Death kept him from living during this time of socio-political chaos. It’s not that Gabo loved trouble, just that his muse was so good at turning turmoil into magical realist art that made most people think.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Tuesday Platform.

Every time I look at this candle (thank you, Rommy!), I grin… and wonder if Gabo is also grinning at the sight of himself as “A Very Old Man with Enormous Wings”.
Happy Birthday, mi querido Gabo.

43 thoughts on “Your Words Will Always Be

  1. I love this poem so much. I’ve been thinking recently about some of my relatives who passed away, and just yesterday I was reminiscing to a friend about the stories my grandmother used to tell me. This poem says so clearly exactly what I’m feeling that it was a little disconcerting! And so good <3

      • P.S. Maybe there’s something in the air. Yesterday, one of my Marine friends, called me to ask if I could remember the details of a story a friend of ours (who passed away) used to tell when we were on duty.

  2. That quote!!! ♥ ♥ ♥

    Your poem is so beautiful and moving. I love the idea of each of us having our own unique pantheon of inspiration. Souls who fire our imaginations, rouse us, and also serve as an anchor to our true selves as we get tumbled about in the sea of noise and mayhem that is this world.

  3. Ahhh… this is wonderful. I love the tiny poem and your reflection. What would Marquez think if he were still with us? There’s something about keeping that thought in mind while facing the realities of the day… sometimes hard to do but I think it helps. Thanks for this reminder, Magaly.

  4. A fitting tribute to one of the most influential writers of the Twentieth Century.. Will we ever see his like again?

    • You can always start with some of his short stories, you know? “A Very Old Mind with Enormous Wings” can be found free on line. That particular tale makes me think of Nasreen’s writing style… full of magic and realism.

  5. I like this, Magaly. It fits my fine and brings to mind a few of my firsts. First girlfriend, in first grade. My first birds and bees lesson on the first step to the storm cellar, the door closed. In the third grade she left pubic school for a private parochial school. I never saw her again Later in my Army years I was told she had died, suicide.
    ..

  6. I have my saints too, departed recently into the mist — the poet Jack Gilbert, the Jungian James Hillman, the novelist E. L. Doctorow — all flickering votive candles in this chapel of the word. Marquez was a fantasical realist, he had such great vision of, great words for the seamless place between the two worlds!

    • I love that you call him a “fantastical realist”. I think he would have liked that, since he really hated when people said he wrote magical realism–claiming that he didn’t write magic, but life as he saw it. He saw things indeed, and some of them were terrible.

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