for centuries they’ve tried to tame el pueblo,
but little did they know que el pueblo despertaría como una explosión nunca antes vista.
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how good’s talent
if you never use it, if you never practice it, if you never take it for a walk, if it comes secondary to what should be the main focus? how good’s talent these days? for some it has allowed them to stay afloat for years & have a lasting legacy. for others it isn’t enough to leave ‘em a good meal. sometimes i lose my humanity
in the process of trying to be a super, a super artist who never faces a challenge tough enough to take him down. success takes many forms.
in my head, one of ‘em is to simply sit back on a rocking chair listening to the sounds of the night after a long day’s work full of writing & creativity. sadly, those days are still far away. sometimes
it’s good to create something that seems kinda stupid. it’s in that freedom that we can sometimes find the best ideas. strange days,
strange times, a strange world full of madness full of egos fighting for power, full of confusion in internet dashboards, full of anger & enemosity all around y seguimos tratando de comprender these strange days, strange times más extraños que the doors con doctor strange. storms of bullshit
fly across the web eventually causing chaos on the streets. these past few years have been cyclones of controversy. i just hope we can one day find a sense of normalcy y que no se joda todo por completo. good memories
often feel spotless like dreams, like dark clouds never reigned & that’s the beauty of escapism. at its best it can take us away from any dark moment we’re living through. these poems might not be splendid,
but at least i get to say “i did it,” instead of keeping ideas, project, works of art as thoughts in my head or scribbles in my notebook. sometimes
the unlikeliest of things will provide the spark for the next magnum opus. in my case,
a sore back equals a day full of work writing away texts & documenting the scene, but it can also mean a horrible day sitting in my terrible chair. my future might be one with a fucked up back. through all the frustration,
through all the pain, they still want us to smile & bring them in like our kids. it’s a hard thing to do cause we barely get to show our suffering, we barely get to show our humanity. i try to sleep
but my body wakes up, automatically like a robot. that’s what the 9 to 5 will do to you. even on weekends you wake up at 5:00 A.M. instead of 7:00 or 8:00 A.M. the kids laugh silly
on what’ll probably their greatest day in school where there’s very little strict work & they can just chill doing alphabet soups & crossword puzzles. our shyness
often gets in the way of greatness. we must try at an early age to get rid of it even if it means going through a series of embarrassments at first. stuck in selfish ways
continues to bring us down, but i guess it’s part of the human experience & while some of us work to break away from that others will stay stuck in that mud never really finding new forms of thinking. pieces of fiction
are no longer scary to me. it’s a very rare occasion when i feel fear when consuming a work of horror. now-a-days life’s unprecedentedness is a real terror. the rich keep buying our land
& our “leaders” gladly sell it away. y entonces, ¿qué pasará con nosotrxs y futuras generaciones? repulsive acts of corruption
are often seen in a small caribbean island. so many relived memories are experienced
with the digesting of a musical performance that makes 90s babies shed tears. give life a few years
& eventually you’ll see how there’s always some new controversies to be revealed & it suddenly feels like our existence can be a shyamalan movie. as i continue getting older
& life brings more responsibilities & the world brings new challenges i come to understand that life is basically a puzzle that’s never ending. sure, a “idgaf” lifestyle might make things easier, but i can’t afford that right now & i probably never will. despite all the mishaps
always be proud of your process as you will always see the growth of an artist, but most of all a person. one would think
money would give you power, but some simply suffer. |
AuthorFernando E. E. Correa González is the author behind over 30 self-published poetry books. He has been published by literary magazines & journals [Id]entidad, El Vicio del Tintero, Sábanas Magazine, Smaeralit, The Occulum, Tonguas and Hound Magazine. Other than writing, Correa is also the host of FENCast, a podcast dedicated to documenting the Puerto Rican independent art scene. Aside from this, he experiments with filmmaking, photography, drawing, painting, multimedia and transmedia. He currently lives in his native Puerto Rico. Archives
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