Two Poems by Daniel Flores y Ascencio

BOMB 24 Summer 1988
024 Summer 1988
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William Anastasi, Untitled, 1987, photomural with graphite and white correction fluid, 7 feet 6 inches × 4 feet 5 inches. Courtesy of Bess Cutler Gallery.

Homosapiens

My contradictions
Come neither from desperation
Nor frustration or
Confrontations with an opponent
But with a contesting bystander

I like you
Your world repulses me

                Absolute refusal to be anything
                (My nationality is)
                But my own suspicion

Your beauty
Is questionable

                Morose encounter
                My clash with your victory

Revolution is attraction
Malice of another kind
Whimsical delight

Our meetings
Pleasant encounters that is all

                Unsatisfactory sympathies
                Nonexpanding feelings
                Subjugated world

Our goodbyes
Disillusioning

                Deliberately binding generations
                Of yet unconfined El Dorado

Desperately liking you

Worshipers of stars
Searchers of worlds
Living metaphors

                I’m nothing but your damned dream of America

Dissolute enchantment

                Unborn commuter through time
                I trust you as much as I trust myself

Painful pleasures
Unwanted satisfaction

                Memory
                Soluble nostalgia
                I’m the hemlock of your nonexistence

Belligerent body
Neither of peace nor war
Your non world

                I Hate
                In another realm of love.

 

Mi Cuerpo

Mi cuerpo
nace del cielo
Luz
Alimentado de sangre
Mi cuerpo es aire
Con sumo de limones
Mar
Con la sencillez del horizonte
Felizmente fugaz
Haciendo equilibrio con una uña
En el eje de la tierra
Desapareciendo en el azul
De su propia constelación
Mi cuerpo
Eclipse de luna

 

My Body

My body
Born of sky
Light
Fed by blood
My body is air
With a twist of lemon
Sea
With the simplicity of the horizon
Happily fleeting
Balanced on a fingernail
On the earth’s axis
Disappearing in the blue
Of its own constellation
My body
Eclipse of the moon

Daniel Flores y Ascencio is a painter, poet, and filmmaker. He was born in El Salvador and is presently living in the US where he is curating shows for Ouanday Center for the Arts. He is also working as Assistant to the Director, Roland Legiardi Laura, on Azul.

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