SAN FRANCISCO POETS
Jorge Argueta
POEMS IN MEMORIAM
FREEDOM RIDE ~ In Memory of John Ross (1938-2011)
POET IN THE HOUSE ~ In memory of my dear friend Victor Martinez (1954-2011)
CARLITOS ~Poem for my friend, Carlos Ramirez
FREEDOM RIDE In Memory of John Ross
(1938-2011)
I know these words
Will find you
These words know
Where poets go
When they leave
The way you have left
These words
Will find you
Writing notes
For your next book
About the loving monster
Mexico City
About the Mission District
The Middle East
Or your beloved Chiapas
Wherever these words
May find you poet comrade
Wherever you might be
Thank you for your mad endless rebellion
For loving the poor people of the world
They welcomed you in their struggle
And you rode with them to a place of justice and hope
Those who imposed their power
Their oppressors
Hated your guts
And hated the beautiful truth
Of your words demanding change
They ran you out
But you kept on coming
Riding
Rising the storm of your rebellion
You kept on coming
You were not defeated
You rode el metro
With your gangster rebel poet look
You wore your Palestinian scarf with pride
You defended Chiapas as any Zapatista rebel
You kept on coming
And today
We ride with you
Because the struggle is also here
It has been here in the USA
We ride with you
Over rotten towns
Of hunger
Anger and dissolutions
We ride over cities
Where corrupt politicians
Keep on trying to destroy
The hope of the people
We ride with you
Because your cause
Is homeless
Countrylesss
Borderless
Undocumentedless
We ride with you
Because
We are all legal
And illegal
All immigrants
All Indians and non Indians
All white and brown
And yellow and purple
Because we believe in every color
Because like you
We know
America is larger
Than just fifty states
So let’s ride brother
Let’s ride poet
Let’s ride with the farmworkers
Let’s ride with the teachers
Let’s ride with the inmates
Let’s ride with the hopeless
Let’s ride
Let’s surrender our bare bones
The revolution is here
And it belongs to us all
- Jorge Argueta
Argueta's poem for his friend, read at the February 26, 2011
John Ross Memorial reading held at Cafe Boheme in San Francisco.IN THE HOUSE
In memory of my dear friend Victor Martinez (1954-2011)
by Jorge ArguetaA poet is in the house
From where he sings his verses
To the universe
Tender hoarse laugh
Of anger and beauty
This morning I laugh with you
Dear friend as I remember
The snow of Yosemite melting over
The mountains
While we were driving back
From Fresno
I remember how much you love trees
And the silence of those far away places in the hills
We agreed this Mother Earth is wonderful
And we must take care of it
I remember you caring for your writingIn your house on Capp Street
I remember you talking
Of your long hours hunting
For good words
You never complained about the writing struggle
You welcomed it
You embraced it
And at the end
You freed the parrot from the oven
Of the fields
You made sure
We saw the parrot fly free
This morning I remember you
Victor Martinez
Friend
Carnal
Chero*
And as I shed these words for you
I am happy
For the caring
Of your words
I am happy for the light
You have left with us all
(on Sunday, February 20, 2011 at 7:44pm)
*chero Salvadoran slang for friendCARLITOS
En memoria de mi buen amigo Carlos Ramirez
Quien falleció el domingo 10 de Marzo, 2013Allá viene Carlitos Ramirez
Por la calle 24
Viene volando
Viene cantandoAllá viene Carlitos con nubes
En las mejias
Con nubes
En la cabezaAllá viene Carlitos
Alegre como los pájaros
Hermoso como las flores
Ayyyy que niño tan bonito y tan traviesoAllá viene Carlitos
Cantando el a b c
Cantando de colores
Cantando cielito lindoAllá viene Carlitos
Maestro de todos los niños y las niñas
Cipitio* de los salvadoreños
Que están lejos de El SalvadorAllá viene Carlitos
Recitando su poesía
Y todos las escuchamos
En el vientoAyer se fué Carlitos
Se fue con sus amigos los pájaros
Ahora hay fiesta en las montañas y jardines
Carlitos se ha vuelto primavera*Personaje de la mitología salvadoreña
CARLITOS
In memory of my good friend Carlos Ramirez
Who passed away on March 10, 2013Here Come Carlitos Ramirez
Around 24 street
He comes flying
He comes singingHere come Carlitos
With clouds
on his cheeks
Clouds on his headHere come Carlitos
Happy like the birds
Wonderful like the flowers
Ayyyy such a cute and mischievous boyHere come Carlitos
Singing the A B C
Singing De Colores
Singing Cielito LindoHere come Carlitos
A teacher to all boys and girls
Cipitio* to the Salvadorans
Far from El SalvadorHere come Carlitos
Reciting his poetry
We can hear it
In the windCarlitos Ramirez left us yesterday
He went away with his friends the birds
Now there is a celebration in the mountains and gardens
Carlitos has turned into spring*A character from Salvadoran mythology
Jorge Argueta, March 11, 2013
Victor Martinez was born and raised in Fresno, California, the fourth in a family of twelve children. He attended California State University at Fresno and Stanford University, and worked as a field laborer, welder, truck driver, firefighter, teacher, and office clerk. His poems, short stories, and essays have appeared in journals and anthologies. His first novel, "Parrot in the Oven : Mi Vida" on the 1996 National Book Award for Young People's Literature. It describes life in the barrios and tells the story of a 14-year-old boy dealing with growing up in a world of gangs, violence and poverty.
"I didn't do well in school. I sat in the back of the class and didn't say anything,"
Mr. Martinez said. "Most of my teachers thought I was just waiting to drop out, but my mother kept me in school."
Victor Martinez died after a battle with cancer on Feb. 1, in San Francisco. He was 56. "Journal Entry, June, 1984" by Victor Martinez
in which Victor attempts to define the foundation of his present and future poetry."Nothing is breathing between me and a cloud. Yesterday I wrote a poem I believe is about how everything is superimagined by everything else, how a bird's flight in Mexico may very well be written in me, in my soul, or mind, or whatever it is that gets both our wings started. I'm looking for a staring off point, a platform or branch that will be both source and propellant of my poetry. When I address a poem, for instance, when I talk about why I am made up of time ‘and' letters, am I supposed to know if the future is a big hole I'm going to fall into, a place I will never return from, or whether the future has already happened and the past incomplete? When I begin to talk, should I assume there are gods or a God? Should I premise a false one or uncover one? Should I confirm it's death or try to kill it? Achieving a starting off, without dragging out any costumes, or stories about being poor or abused. is what I've been accomplishing lately. Like everyone else, I've been thrown into the world, the same as that bird in Mexico, literally hurled into this house of beauty and horror, and I want to value what I've already done and what has been done to me and others, and write it down. for something. for the bird and for me."
Poet and writer Victor Martinez 02.21.1954-02.18.2011
Homage for Victor by Francisco X. Alarcon
Remembering Author Victor Martinez
JORGE ARQUETA is a native Salvadoran and Pipil Nahua Indian and spent much of his childhood in rural El Salvador. He feels everybody is capable of writing, especially young children who are natural poets. Jorge Argueta's bilingual children's books have received numerous awards. Mr. Argueta's poetry and short stories have appeared in acclaimed literary textbooks, including Avenues (Hamptom Brown). Voices in Literature (Heinle & Heinle). Calle de Lectura (Pearson), English to a Beat (Hampton Brown), among others. Bean Soup/A Cooking Poem and, for my latest book, Rice Pudding, A Cooking Poem, nominations include NCBR, Northern California Book Award, Tejas Star Book Award, among others.
Jorge Arqueta's most recent books are fun learning tools - They are a poem, a story and a flavorful recipe.
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