Ghairo Daniels Poet Spoken Word

For Nicanor Parra : Chilean Physicist-Poet : 1914-2018

~  IN THE STYLE OF NICANOR PARRA ~
                  

         I write as my heart dances or cries
whatever I like whenever I want
          ______as crinkled leaves fall from trees
undressing twigs for winter’s battering

      only to dress up again in pink 
                                                    blossom 
sap lubricating lips 

I write anything 
             I want to breathe again
  words shower from clouds
    form as homes when I’m cold and hungry
unsheath when window panes 
             suit me not ….to fly forever and away 

it is only that my veins need to run clear
            and joints not creak when oil is sparse

may my poems strip all pretence
                all contest…all division
poetry and physics 
                              embracing where existentialism floats above our heads
         so we may root flesh in ground
                and  a l l  eat bread fresh

So let my verses trigger or 
            soothe as cream we sometimes lick

soles still touch loose sand grains 
         wrinkled skin blemished by dark of turmoil
                 or knots or waiting _______

run on lines with ancestral winks through seas
          docks, spaces, ages, blotches, steps
— —+++             to jam sandwiches
   I seek no pomposity or accolades 
                             let them fly on raven’s gloss

I greet you always    in the name of the unelite the       unpoetic who trample sidewalks
 barefoot poets
    splotches in air….. sun damaged

with alphabets singing far or near
       let each poem hasten unpretense 

         hail margins of cities, farmyards
              where aged and hungry hold back the waters of tomorrow 
       sucking seconds of time in threadbare  

                                                  trousers 
    
 take it or leave it …

so may all despair swallow this poem 

                               my care sleeps now

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Daniel Henry Rodgers March 11, 2026 at 11:44 AM Dear Ghairo, you’ve captured that specific, gritty Parra "anti-poetry" spirit, the way you refuse to let the poem stay in the clouds and instead drag it down to "jam sandwiches" and "threadbare trousers." I also love the friction between the high-minded physics of "existentialism" and the simple, physical necessity of "joints not creaking." You’ve managed to make the act of writing feel as essential and as unpretentious as breathing or eating fresh bread. Amen! Blessings, Daniel Ghairo Daniels March 11, 2026 at 5:07 PM Merci, Sir, for visiting time & insightful read with comment. I appreciate. X.

Paige Hind March 10, 2026 at 6:27 PM Wow, Ghairo. You have outdone yourself, so truly!! I am priviledged to read. <3 Love. XO Ghairo Daniels March 10, 2026 at 9:56 PM ThkU Paige. Love this Poet. Most of his poems are not translated into English though. He lived to 103. He called himself an Anti-Poet as he was opposed to form. Have a beautiful day. X.