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Showing posts with label presidential. Show all posts
Showing posts with label presidential. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 04, 2022

FIRST ROUND, BRAZIL

by Indran Amirthanayagam


The former president, Luiz Inácio Lula da Silva, speaking after election results were announced on Sunday. Mr. da Silva and President Jair Bolsonaro will face each other in a runoff later this month. Photo Credit: Victor Moriyama for The New York Times
Credit...Victor Moriyama for The New York Times


It's a long night with strong emotion,
the whole world is listening to the results,
and after seventy percent counted
Lula finally has a slight advantage.
I am tranquil now, the world quiet. 
It's like the dice game between 
the Pandavas and the Kauravas, 
or between Putin and the allies,
 
or it's just an election. We must 
not let our fears get out. We 
will see tomorrow. Let's go 
to work for the Amazon 
 
rainforest, for humble workers 
who appreciate the labor of 
one of their own. Lula, my 
brother, even though I live 
 
far from Brazil, today and 
always, I join the community 
of the left, of human and animal 
rights, of plant, forest and land 
 
rights. of rights that are going
with you to the Alvorada Palace.

***

É uma longa noite com uma emoção forte,
todo o mundo está escutando os resultados
e depois de setenta por cento contado
Lula tem finalmente uma leve vantagem.
 
Estou tranquilo agora. O mundo 
é tranquilo. É como o jogo de dados 
entre os Pandavas e os Kauravas, 
o entre Putin e os aliados,
 
o é uma simples eleição. Não 
devemos deixar que os medos saiam. 
Veremos amanhã. Vamos 
a trabalhar para a Mata Amazonas, 
 
para os trabalhadores humildes 
que apreciam o labor dum deles, 
Lula, meu irmão. Ainda 
que moro longe da Brasil
 
hoje e sempre me uno 
a comunidade da esquerda, 
dos direitos humanos e animais, 
de direitos de plantas e de floresta, 
 
de direitos da terra, de direitos 
que vão com você ao Palácio da Alvorada.


Indran Amirthanayagam's newest book is Ten Thousand Steps Against the Tyrant (BroadstoneBooks). Recently published is Blue Window (Ventana Azul), translated by Jennifer Rathbun.(Dialogos Books). In 2020, Indran produced a “world" record by publishing three new poetry books written in three languages: The Migrant States (Hanging Loose Press, New York), Sur l'île nostalgique (L’Harmattan, Paris) and Lírica a tiempo (Mesa Redonda, Lima). He writes in English, Spanish, French, Portuguese, Haitian Creole and has twenty poetry books as well as a music album Rankont Dout. He edits The Beltway Poetry Quarterly and helps curate Ablucionistas. He won the Paterson Prize and received fellowships from The Foundation for the Contemporary Arts, New York Foundation for the Arts, US/Mexico Fund For Culture, and the MacDowell Colony. He hosts the Poetry Channel on YouTube and publishes poetry books with Sara Cahill Marron at Beltway Editions.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

HAIR AND THE HEALTH OF THE WORLD

by Kit Zak






the doctor clips
a few strands of my hair—
the adrenal fatigue test

I think about all that stresses
my gray head
            (not so many now that my children are fledged)
it’s their turn. Still

thoughts of hair seize my brain
            (not just the mineral deficiencies the test might show)
but candidate Trump’s coif
floating over his head
like a gold hairball
            (WHO has hair like that?)
Or like his devil-

interlocutor, Megan,
her honey tresses and
the talented stylists who make hair
their calling (card) and fortune.

Oh style
and the making of a President
while really
it’s Boeing and Lockheed Martin
dictating our future

such a  three-ringer
(circus): the Hawks’ war path
and the Republican guardians for coal plants

I stress
over the rising tides in coastal cities and
the killer storms (my kids in Norfolk and Miami)

American politics: it’s just entertainment and imagine
what the Europeans must think of our clowns

I await test results
and wonder about the cure


Kit Zak lives in Lewes, DE. She’s an activist who has published in various journals and anthologies.

Friday, August 07, 2015

HAND PICKED

by Bill Petz






The freshly harvested bountiful crop of fruits and vegetables
take the farmers' market tailgate stage
crying out to mingling uncertain gawkers:
I'll keep illness at bay
I'll save money
I'll make you feel good
I'll restore strength
I'm locally grown.

Jalapenos, on display by themselves, strut hot flashes of flavor
Still dirty carrots suggest birth place fertilizer
Peaches picked too late fear flavor will be missed
Misshaped heritage tomatoes downplay ancestry
Sturdy, ruddy potatoes claim center place to mask blandness
Seedless watermelons deny impotency
Red Delicious apples tout their hearty core.

None name the brown hands that plowed, planted and picked.


Bill Petz lives and writes in the mountains of western North Carolina. His work has been published in Status Hat, The Ashevillle Citizen-Times, The Chronicles of Higher Education and Artists & Writers Quarterly.