{"id":121,"date":"2020-04-27T23:53:16","date_gmt":"2020-04-28T04:53:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/contranatura.org\/blog\/?p=121"},"modified":"2020-05-11T10:11:52","modified_gmt":"2020-05-11T15:11:52","slug":"aceptemos-la-locura-patchen-poemas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/contranatura.org\/blog\/2020\/04\/aceptemos-la-locura-patchen-poemas\/","title":{"rendered":"Aceptemos la locura"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Tres poemas de Kenneth Patchen<\/strong>, extra\u00eddos de la <\/span>breve antolog\u00eda<\/span><\/a> publicada en la<\/span> secci\u00f3n de literaturas de contranatura.org \u2014 La fuente original es la m\u00e1s amplia antolog\u00eda publicada por la<\/span> UNAM<\/a>. Las versiones en castellano son de Alberto Blanco<\/strong>.<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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ACEPTEMOS LA LOCURA<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Aceptemos la locura abiertamente, hombres
De mi generaci\u00f3n. Sigamos
Los pasos de esta edad destrozada:
Mir\u00e9mosla cruzar la tierra opaca del Tiempo
Hacia la casa cerrada de la eternidad
Con el ruido que la muerte tiene,
Con el rostro de las cosas muertas y que no se diga:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Que quer\u00edamos m\u00e1s; buscamos para encontrar
Una puerta abierta, una haza\u00f1a absoluta del amor
Que transformara la aciaga oscuridad del d\u00eda;
pero
Encontramos infierno y niebla
Sobre la tierra, y en nosotros mismos
Un pantano descompuesto de tumbas descomunales.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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EL LOBO DEL INVIERNO<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

El lobo del invierno
Devora caminos y pueblos
En su hambre de hielo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

El lobo del invierno
Mete la pata en la olla rancia de la ciudad
Agitando la sopa de putas y suicidas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh el lobo del invierno
Rompe los huesos del pobre
En su caverna congelada.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

El lobo del invierno\u2026
El torvo, el fr\u00edo, el blanco
El bello lobo del invierno
Que se alimenta de nuestro mundo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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GAUTAMA EN EL PARQUE DE LOS VENADOS EN BENAR\u00c9S<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

En una choza de lodo y fuego
Est\u00e1 sentado este hombre \u2014\u201cNo desear
Dinero, una vida en el mundo,
No querer adornos en mi nombre\u201d\u2014
Y era rico; su vida vive all\u00ed
Donde la muerte no puede llegar; su honor
Clava la vista en el sol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

El ciervo duerme. Los vientos ligeros
Rizan la verde cabellera de la tierra. Es
Maravilloso vivir. Mi sable se oxida
En la pl\u00e1cida lluvia. No debo pensar
M\u00e1s. Toco el rostro de mi amigo;
Me muestra los dientes sucios mientras se rasca
Una pulga \u2014y sonre\u00edmos. Hace calor
Y el arroz se agita en nuestros vientres
Con provecho.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

El ciervo levanta la cabeza \u2014el sol inunda
Sus ojos suaves con los reinos de la vida\u2014
Creo que todos debemos irnos a dormir ya,
Y no preocuparnos m\u00e1s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Kenneth Patchen<\/strong>
Traducci\u00f3n de Alberto Blanco<\/span><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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English versions<\/strong> in page 2.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

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Let Us Have Madness<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let us have madness openly.
O men Of my generation.
Let us follow
The footsteps of this slaughtered age:
See it trail across Time’s dim land
Into the closed house of eternity
With the noise that dying has,
With the face that dead things wear\u2014
nor ever say
We wanted more; we looked to find
An open door, an utter deed of love,
Transforming day’s evil darkness;
but We found extended hell and fog Upon the earth,
and within the head
A rotting bog of lean huge graves.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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The Wolf of Winter<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

The wolf of winter
Devours roads and towns
In his white hunger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The wolf of winter
Sticks his paw into the city’s rancid pot,
Wanly stirring its soup of whores and suicides.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

O the wolf of winter
Crunched on the bones of the poor
In his chill white cave.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The wolf of winter . . .
The grim, the cold, the white
Beautiful winter wolf
That feeds on our world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Gautama in the Deer Park at Benares<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a hut of mud and tire
Sits this single man–“Not to want
Money, to want a life in the world,
To want no trinkets on my name”–
And he was rich; his life lives where
Death cannot go; his honor stares
At the sun. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fawn sleeps. The little winds
Ruffle the earth’s green hair. It is
Wonderful to live. My sword rusts
In the pleasant rain. I shall not think
Anymore. I touch the face of my friend;
He shows his dirty teeth as he scratches
At a flea–and we grin. It is warm
And the rice stirs usefully in our bellies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fawn raises its head–the sun floods
Its soft eye with the kingdoms of life–
I think we should all go to sleep now,
And not care anymore. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Kenneth Patchen<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Tres poemas de Kenneth Patchen, extra\u00eddos de la breve antolog\u00eda publicada en la secci\u00f3n de literaturas de contranatura.org \u2014 La fuente original es la m\u00e1s amplia antolog\u00eda publicada por la UNAM. Las versiones en castellano son de Alberto Blanco. ACEPTEMOS … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6,14],"tags":[35,21,20,13],"class_list":["post-121","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-literaturas","category-poesia","tag-literatura","tag-patchen","tag-poesia","tag-zen"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/contranatura.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/contranatura.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/contranatura.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/contranatura.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/contranatura.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=121"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/contranatura.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/121\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/contranatura.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=121"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/contranatura.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=121"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/contranatura.org\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=121"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}