Thursday, July 9, 2020

Welcome to Mendes Biondo!



Recently the Italian poet and publisher Mendes Biondo has joined my poetry group for its events on Zoom.  Not only did he read at the open mic but he also participated in the workshop.   I am thrilled to be publishing his poems from our May 30 workshop tonight.  The first poem memorializes Leilani "Butterfly" Jordan, a 27 year old grocery clerk from Maryland.  Her picture is above.


Heavenly Flowers
(to Leilani Johnson)

the flight of a butterfly
is a kind of beating
just a few can hear

it's a sad lament
the beginning of the end
the vibe of everything that dies too early

flowers are bringing the coffin made of dust
I see you they said swinging
for the last time with bright colors

I see you the mother of a butterfly
is never able to say it
to her children

when fruits fall from branches
the emptied tree will remember the butterfly
nearby a slow river of tears will flow










Twenty-eight year old Navajo activist and mother Valentina Blackhorse was the subject of Mendes' second poem from the workshop.


A Lullaby for Valentina
(to Valentina Blackhorse)

a blackhorse on the hill
a sad lament lost with the wind
people will play drums
they will stomp their feet
they will ask the anchestors
to tell them more about the next dusk

the sunset shining on rocks
a salamander blinked her eyes
she will come with the rain
and the earth will lull her
then the salamander run away
the moon was shining in the black sky


Mendes also sent the poems that he read at our open mic.



Base Calling Moon

 

we

people of a rock solid planet

are still wearing fear masks

to protect us from pain

to save us from every day life

 

we

people of a planet made of plastic

faces are fighting for a smile

hidden behind the blue

or other colors

politics is killing the colors

 

we

people of shattered mirrors

we forgot about Alice and the White rabbit

there's a hole for every one of us

where to hide

 

we

people of I-still-have-not-understood-what

are lost and alone

 

do you have found your inner india?

do you still run behind kites in that black sky?

do you feel like us

moon?



Flourishing


how many days have passed
since the last time
we made love?

spring has blossomed all around
now we see it behind a glass
with the breath that fogs the window

is it all a bad dream?
the army takes the coffins away
the weeping of the living suffocated by masks

do you remember our kisses
our warm caresses?
now there is the cold wind to rock nightmares

eyes are kneaded with fear
the soul hid in quarantine
inside a palace of flesh and blood

where are you going? don't you know it is forbidden?
and the balconies become watchtowers
and we become prisoners

do you remember sweat after sex?
now I can't even tighten
the hands of those I don't know

the wind blows hard – they say it's the devil
but it smells like flowers and laundry
and the animals call their land back home

our lovely gazes – do you remember them?
the time of the landing will come and everywhere
we will call it home sweet home again

don't fear the roll of the earth
we are sailing in a storm
now rest and dream about  that night

the night when we will all return naked
to make love and to tell us stories
of the new sun that rises and warms our heart




Big Mama Is Dancing On The Purple Tide

 

 

eyes of stone

people dying without the caress of a gaze

hearts of plastic

beating a music no one wants to play

hands closed

seeds won’t come from those fingers of cement

 

birds know we are alone

so they try to keep our moral up

fishes are waiting for our holy bath

meanwhile they laugh silently

 

peace seems a lost island

the one cartographers put on maps

just to make their work look different

just to drive sailors crazy

 

a black woman

wide breasts full of ivory milk

is smiling to her holy baby

a lullaby in the air

is the half-moon chilling the wind

 

I know you

you’re the one who cried yesterday

when a little boat was shipping from the harbor

on a purple calm ocean

 

you said

how beautiful

and tears fell down

because all was so calm and chill

your heart found the path to peace island

 

no one was there to say

ha ha you dumb boy

you’re crying like a sissy girl

 

the ocean tide grew

your flood brought a vein of gold into it

sun setting on the horizon

 

I heard the wind blowing your voice

I found the stairway to the great vibration

you said

 

and everything was in peace

for a moment

forever


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I'll start the music with Herbie Hancock's "Butterfly": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-_mSzscIhyg

The next song is Jonny Lipford's "Dancing Stardust," which he plays on a Native American flute: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i3dr9P3X--s

This is Craig Chaquico's "Navajo Stars": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CimmgY74u8w

As soon as I started playing Manu Dibango's "Soul Makossa," I knew that I had heard it before!  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0CeFX6E2yI. Dibango is among the musicians who have died of COVID-19.  For more information about him, please see this link: https://www.npr.org/2020/03/24/820598340/afro-funk-saxophonist-manu-dibango-dies-of-covid-19

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