In Memory
Saluting a Man Who Lent His Rhythms to Latin Life - New York Times
Thursday, February 23, 2006
The Projects
By Samaris Ayala
Don't weep mommy
Scattered gardens give
birth to sweet
sensations
Among the monsters (projects)
We had a father
He was called Loisada
A pueblo, He gave
birth to other offspring
Don't weep mommy
There were some
Americans
called hippies
They helped us
Remember mommy
when
Poppy called me a hippie
Ever since I was a baby
He didn't like hippies
No more beatings
junkies
or fires
Poppy knew I was a hippie
But my father loisada
Loisada helped
When we traded our
farms for factories
Yet we kept the faith
And the church
integrated us
Our musicians sang
songs
To our ancestor gods
For this reason
mommy
We no longer have
ghettos
We have barrios
Don't weep mommy
We are a pueblo
Because they helped
NYC-based Samaris Ayala contributes her poetry to Puerto Rico Sun. She may be reached at sallypatches@yahoo.com.
By Samaris Ayala
Don't weep mommy
Scattered gardens give
birth to sweet
sensations
Among the monsters (projects)
We had a father
He was called Loisada
A pueblo, He gave
birth to other offspring
Don't weep mommy
There were some
Americans
called hippies
They helped us
Remember mommy
when
Poppy called me a hippie
Ever since I was a baby
He didn't like hippies
No more beatings
junkies
or fires
Poppy knew I was a hippie
But my father loisada
Loisada helped
When we traded our
farms for factories
Yet we kept the faith
And the church
integrated us
Our musicians sang
songs
To our ancestor gods
For this reason
mommy
We no longer have
ghettos
We have barrios
Don't weep mommy
We are a pueblo
Because they helped
NYC-based Samaris Ayala contributes her poetry to Puerto Rico Sun. She may be reached at sallypatches@yahoo.com.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Monday, February 20, 2006
Poetry
Julia de Burgos is My Saint
By Samaris Ayala
I am an artist.
Not by choice, but by calling.
My work is an attempt to
help me comprehend my life.
My collages help me write poetry.
It provides a way of expression, since
I am not a visual artist. I only
know art through expressing
my disability. Only with painstaking
supervision. Julia de Burgos is my
saint. Through her I believe that one
needs to work, in order to be an artist.
My rewards for my art, include teaching
and counseling.
I am an artist.
Not by choice, but by calling.
My work is an attempt to
create altars of my ancestors.
Poetry is an offspring of my collages.
Although not formally trained, I try to
create my world.
Julia de Burgos is my saint
Through her I understand
that it is a gift, not a privilege..
New York City-based Samaris Ayala contributes her poetry to Puerto Rico Sun. Samaris may be reached at sallypatches@yahoo.com.
Julia de Burgos is My Saint
By Samaris Ayala
I am an artist.
Not by choice, but by calling.
My work is an attempt to
help me comprehend my life.
My collages help me write poetry.
It provides a way of expression, since
I am not a visual artist. I only
know art through expressing
my disability. Only with painstaking
supervision. Julia de Burgos is my
saint. Through her I believe that one
needs to work, in order to be an artist.
My rewards for my art, include teaching
and counseling.
I am an artist.
Not by choice, but by calling.
My work is an attempt to
create altars of my ancestors.
Poetry is an offspring of my collages.
Although not formally trained, I try to
create my world.
Julia de Burgos is my saint
Through her I understand
that it is a gift, not a privilege..
New York City-based Samaris Ayala contributes her poetry to Puerto Rico Sun. Samaris may be reached at sallypatches@yahoo.com.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
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