A Cowboy in the Boat of Ra

A high-yellow lawyer woman told me
I ought to go to Europe
to "broaden your per spective."
This happened at a black black cocktail party
an oil portrait, Andrew Carnegie, smiling down

What You Mean I Can't Irony?

O cucoana blonda de tot
si avocata mai ales,
mi-a spus
Ca ar trebui sa ma duc prin Europa
sa-mi "largesc perspectiva"
Asta s-a intamplat la un cocktail party negru de tot
un portret in ulei, al unui domn alb de tot
si bogat mai ales, Andrew Carnegie,
zambind de sus, privindu-ma in jos










Ce vrei de fapt sa spui cand zici ca nu pot ironiza?






DO YR ART
D WAY U WANT
ANYWAY U WANT
ANY WANGOL U WANT
ITS UP TO U/ WHAT WILL WORK FOR U.

Catechism of d Neoamerican Hoodoo Church

I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra.
Lord of the lash, the Loop Garou Kid.
Half breed son of Pisces and Aquarius.
I hold the souls of men in my pot.
I do the dirty boogie with scorpions.
I make the bulls keep still
and was the first swinger to grape the taste.

I am a cowboy in the boat of Ra

Sunt cowboy pe corabia lui Ra.
Domn pe Lassoul meu si Prunc de Varcolac,
Sunt prunc de lup, al Lupului Garrou,
In Gemeni sunt prasit
Juma' juma' de Pesti si Varsator
Tin sufletele oamenilor in Balanta
Cu Scorpioni dansez nerusinatul Boogie
Tauri dresez, Berbeci si Capricorni,
Si unduindu-ma usor
Sorbit-am dulce zvon de Blues.

(pierre)

Sint razvratitul din corabia lui Ra
Stapinul biciului, faimosul Noua Cozi
O corcitura varsator si peste
Captive suflete de om colectionez in urna
Destrabalat fara rusine cu cei scorpioni
Si stapinind toti taurii frematatori
Sint primul dansator ce prinde gustul

(larsen)

Eu sunt ciurdar din barca cu Rashela,
Si fitilesc pe Loupul Cismigiu
Sa tina godfishorii in acvariu
In locul betivanilor ce nu mai pot.
La lumanare bleaga cresc scorul cu pionii
Si fac echipa roshe sa stea mai domolit,
Si-am fost Gica Petrescu sa-mi struguresc tot gustul.

(Naej)



Ishmael Reed - New and Collected Poems, 1964-2006


THERE'S A WOLF IN PIMP'S CLOTHING LEERING AT CARMEN MIRANDA IN A CAFE. IT'S THE LOUP GAROU KID, THE LOOP GARROT, THE COYOTE HYENA JACKAL WHO INVADES YOUR DREAMS. MAYBE IT'S NOT A CAFE, BUT A SMOKEY CABARET IN POST-WAR BERLIN. THE BERLIN OF DIETRICH -- THAT'S ALWAYS A RELIABLE IMAGE, ISN'T IT?
Online Poems by Jessica Hagedorn