Not Many by Isabel de los Ángeles Ruano

BOMB 9 Spring 1984
009 Spring Summer 1984

                               It doesn’t cost a thing
to sit in the chair of time
and count the ribs
of passersby,
or under the gaze of Christ,
throw sins over the back
one by one.                            
                                It doesn’t cost a thing
to calmly say
what a nuisance
if in this moment
a truck devours someone very old,
if a loved woman
                                  surrenders to another,
or if a child leaves its mother,
                                      It doesn’t cost a thing to talk about it
if the man who wants to be free
falls to his knees,
if misery and injustice
do not end,
if the people continue to suffer,
                                      It doesn’t cost a thing to say
see you later or see you soon,
see you tomorrow!
or how pleasant the day is,
how summery.
                            Or, this bread is very tasty …   

Translated from the Spanish by Zoë Anglesey.

From Revista Alero, 1970, ed. Marco Antonio Flores.

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A Possible Account by Rigoberto Paredes

Originally published in

BOMB 9, Spring 1984

Nicolas Echevarria, Pam Yates, art by James Nares and Tom Otterness, writing by Daisy Zamora, Kathy Acker, Glenn O’Brien, and more.

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009 Spring Summer 1984