Saturday, July 30, 2011

Hasta Suena La Campana


To The Beat of the Creole (Al Compas Del Criollismo p. 13)


Conserve the tradition

Always the same suffering

Is the life in the gutter

And to die of starvation

To the beat of the Creole


Old, enclosed, neighborhoods,

Barrios Altos, Chirimoyo;

Limas most Creole,

The most select in Peru.

From your solemn past

And with clear inspiration

You impose a mission

That you give, no longer sell

And can only pretend to

Conserve the tradition.


In the sixteenth century

You drained your purse

Commending the Spanish,

Slave to every viceroy.

Passed the time, it was the law

Forged in your heroism:

Century and a half of civic-mindedness

Your children sing and write,

And fix, how they live,

Always the same suffering.


Poor neighborhoods, always lacking,

Neighborhoods crying out for justice

For the paradox they call

Barrios Altos…barrios “Altos”…

Rise up, get to work,

Look what happens in Ancon

And you will see your inspration

Stained of “whiskey and soda”

While all of your life

Is the life of the gutter.


They are the court of a king

Worse than Philip II,

The world is just a dollar

And exploitation is law.

Enslaving the flock

Hiding in your song.

More if you sing of rebellion

Well, you can –so close-

Becomea Felipe Pinglo Alva

To die of starvation.


Barrios Altos of misery

With a tradition of creating orphans,

Salt of your begging

And show your serious face.

Who gives you the Iberian “gentlemanhood?”

Who gives you imperialism?

Come with me, right now,

And Our Revolution

Builds a new nation

To the beat of the Creole?...


In honor of Peru's fiestas patrias, I have poorly translated another poem de Nicomedes Santa Cruz. A poem of strength in the face of poverty and racism.


This poem puts many ideas into words, thoughts I have thought and embodies many of the reasons why I am so attracted to Salinas and Peru. Both areas are poor and struggle finding a stronghold of mondern ideas of success without losing their tradition. Both provide a community, a flare for life, and a type of person I have not found anywhere else. Hence, my desire to live in both places.


I just returned from a information gathering trip to Salinas...what I learned is that I will be living with a fellow teacher in a 2 bed room apt, and thankfully, he is doing the looking since I still have to coach at the gym for two more weeks, I have an appointment to finalize everything for setting me up to work at Alisal on the 18th of august, and hopefully when I drive up for that appointment, I will also be moving. As for work, my former vice principal, from my first year in AmeriCorps, has been appointed principal at another school in the district has offered me a job in the after school program, and I will be using my connections at FP to get days subbing as well....siento correcto, todos los pedasos de la rompecabaeza estan cayando en su propia lugar.


Random factoid: I ate the 3 best meals of my life while in Salinas, technically I ate them in Chular.


La Cultura Cura

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Canto A Mi Peru


July-Month of months....hot, festive, independent!
Hoy dia, July 19th, 9 days faltan between hoy and Peruvian indpendence, July 28th.
To me, el 28 de julio, is more important as the street I walked on my way to Uriel Gracia to spend afternoons with my amazing students, but to a nation, both young and old...it is a day to rejuice.

In honor of Peru, I have decided to butcher one of the Peru's most talented pens in Nicomedes Santa Cruz, poeta extrodiare!

This is my first attempt at translating anything, and of course, I choose a poem with more heart and soul than a baptist church in Atlanta, GA!

Song for My Peru



I have faith in destiny

Destiny of my Peruvian motherland

For humane quality of life

For my peasant brother,

Who, in spite of the difficult road

Of ridicule and exploitation

Keeps his heart intact

Of a strong and booming race:

Resurrects from a daily demise,

Free, even in his oppression.


I have faith and hope

In a happy future,

And so much love for my country

Because I have confidence in her.

When the needle of the scales

Is inclined towards the headwinds

I know it is only a temporary factor

Of an absurd economy.

Soon, there will be no tyranny

Nor agrarian stockpiling…


I have faith in the future

Because the man of tomorrow

Will enjoy a healthy life

Forged in the bleakness of the present

He will stand on solid feet

Drawn from a fraternity:

His weapon, the truth

His delight in the knowledge,

His commitment has caused

His triumph, liberty…


I have faith in Peru

Which heads towards the integration

Without discrimination

All men and women speak in “tu”…

To the mochica in Monsefu,

Until the Quechua in Paucartambo,

On to the limeƱos in Malambo

And to the shipibo from Loreto

I embrace you with respect

My bowlegged brotherhood of love…


Random factoid: I am excited to begin my exploration into Afro-Peruvism!


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Friday, July 1, 2011

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What day is today? Wait, why do I care? One day just blends into tother.... each days I spend hours waiting for "it" to start, for what? I work out everyday....but tags usually over by 11 am...then the hours pass before I go to work, at a job I couldn't be more indifferent about. Then....nothing. sure I distract myself from ennui by watching movies and tv shows about other people's ennui....

Each day I do nothing I feel.as if the things I care about are from a different me....a me wit goals...now I tu to keep my brain from dripping out my.ears by trapping entertaiment from people who actually have lives....

Random factoid:............... can't really be bothered to think of one........

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