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LET’S BECOME SHIT ON<br />
POETRY William Cacua<br />
A short time ago I attended to a mate’s theater<br />
party. The reason: His birthday. My gift was a<br />
book: “Ansichten eines Clowns” by Heinrich<br />
Boll. A few days ago he had looked it on my<br />
small library, therefore I thought it was the<br />
most appropriate gift. Fifteen people arrived.<br />
“After drinking a gulp of tequila<br />
and seeing us around a circle, someone<br />
proposed improvising verses.”<br />
Midnight. Speakers loud sound echoed<br />
through smoke of the joints. After drinking a<br />
gulp of tequila and seeing us around a circle,<br />
someone proposed improvising verses. First<br />
of all, he served a full gulp to each one, then<br />
he said we must drink immediately without<br />
leaving a drop. His throat was boiling so he<br />
had to wait a minute before reciting. Nobody<br />
assume the risk: What happen? ¡I’m listening<br />
to you! he said. Then he laughed. Someone<br />
said he should start. Initially, he didn’t want<br />
and was puffing to excuse. Minutes later watching<br />
the silence in the room, he laughed: “It’s<br />
not easy being a poet” I know what you mean<br />
because poetry reaches the most transcendental<br />
topics of humanity; for example, death,<br />
immortality, soul; you know… After that he<br />
drank a gulp of the bottle.<br />
“He read one of his poems.<br />
A transcendental topic, no doubt. “<br />
Subsequently, participants scared, if they had<br />
written a verse before, now they think those<br />
verses were trivial. There was a silence. Another<br />
laugh, again. Later he went to his<br />
room and brought a notebook. He read<br />
one of his poems. A transcendental topic,<br />
no doubt. However, it was loaded of words<br />
and embellishments like a baroque echo,<br />
it didn’t allow me connect with the poem.<br />
After he finished, I took off my shoes and<br />
one of my socks. I stood up to recite an<br />
improvised verse to this sock, I realized I<br />
was drunk. However, I continued. I lifted<br />
up my right hand, I swung my sock and<br />
started to recite:<br />
A month ago I don’t wash my sock<br />
As you can see<br />
Feel and breath<br />
No lack explanations<br />
I wear them everyday<br />
And every night<br />
They are my only friends<br />
Since two years ago<br />
When I stole them from my ex<br />
We used to be a nice couple<br />
I smell them before wear<br />
To remember who am I<br />
And who was I<br />
It’s a piece of my body<br />
Which hides my steps and fates.<br />
“Why do you believe daily<br />
activities, things and places are<br />
not load of poetry?”<br />
I haven’t finished. In that moment he interrupted<br />
me saying: ¡That’s not poetry! As I<br />
said before, poetry is about transcendental<br />
topics, and not that crap you recited a few<br />
moments.