Lunes con Lalo
Poetic Travel Wisdom for Your Vacation
by Abelardo B. Delgado
Above, Poet Laureate of Aztlan, Lalo Delgado
229 to Denver
feel good.....i was just saying in my silence
that there is within me a calm violence
for there is nothing i want
and I wast others not to want (like i)
a drink, a woman, a new pair of shoes,
a trip, a movie, a sandwich
and all I do is do...
But others undergo such pains
for a dime to his (la cura)
a hang over, a sip of black coffee,
others watch their children die
for lack of an aspirin
and others bury
their unborn....feel good,
and yet in the final analysis
the importance is not
or wanting something
of our glorified meteor
one life la selective not only
but also to going
able to feel good
in feeling bad
and fifth cigarette, the fifth a women smoked
ended....I, someplace, in your blood soaked.
--- Abelardo B. Delgado
pedro, chino, chip...mas adelante el boob bob,
dejamos atras a alex y a pena, what a job....
today I was inside the white house,
chicno, alex and pete also...
we talked to rumselfd
about the chicano, the migrant,
the framed farmworker, the rural poor
and for at least those days
we became better actors
acting life itself,
chicano and his mama,
pets and his two drivers' licenses
showing us he was the youngest of the three,
we walked in the rain,
we ate breakfast atole....
we ate the chicken that cindy prepared,
we, in another world and in another words, lived
for three days in a borrowed acenario
that wan't cura, we borrowed the stage,
alex, thinking and talking about “quitting”
I, jumping up real high
to see if those below acting all these parts
were truly us....
goddam it, come right down
this minute, god, and slap us
and tell us it is not a gone
we merely play or a wide seree production,
leave us alone of in your name finish your induction.
--- Abelardo B. Delgado
AND IF THIS PLANE EVER LANDS
….AND IF THIS PLANE EVER LANDS
i will crawl on knees and hands
to where memories of love no longer hurt.
i know I braced myself for the moment
when I would awaken and find
i had not you by me,
i rant over it in my mind inch by inch,
i have told myself,
i was much stronger, I would survive,
perhaps if you had died
i would be able to understand
the love, but I see you,
i hear your laughter
i can even fix my eyes upon yours
now and then
and accidentally touch you hand and I go insane,
my cool, my durable cool
has chosen to abandon me
…...and if this plane ever lands
i know I have run out of demands
to give myself.
i one, outfitted, bury myself
alive in poems like this
or better yet refuse to ever smile
afraid to kill myself or others
with such smile
…..and if this plane ever lands
i’ll ask my god if he alone understands.
---- Abelardo B. Delgado
Ray Rojas Commentary: Lalo Delgado wrote a multitude of travel poems. Most of them have titles like "From Garden to Hayes," "On Pan Am flight above Topeka," from "El Paso to D.C." Now with exception of "From Garden to Hayes" which are cities in Western Kansas, I made up the other two.
Some of these poems had something to do with the trip, other when you read them had nothing to do with point A to point B. In an interview with Lalo he stated that his reason for writing these to was just to document "I am here."
In Lalo's epistolary novel Letters to Louise's main character had an Itinerant poet/activist on the road or on a plane most of the time. Anyone who knew Lalo, new the narrator in that novel was Lalo.
Poems are copyrighted by Abelardo B. Delgado's estate and cannot be reproduced with our the estate's permission. Our thanks for Dolores Delgado and the Delgado family for letting us publish these three poems.
The link we share with you today is: Complete 9/11 Timeline
Your calo juarense for today is: fosil
- fosil - Abuelo; viejos que se permanecen en una institución, vacas sagradas. Véase momia/momiza
- Grandfather; old geezer who become fixtures of an institution; sacred cow.
- Bad luck. Expression used to mean something has gone wrong.
--- Glosario del Calo de Cd. Juarez, Ricardo Aguilar Melantzon