Long Immobile Poems

History’s Greatest Miracle Play

Let me tell you a story - Prologue

Actors gather to play their parts
To set the stage – backdrops and props –
In history’s greatest miracle play
Called to speak their lines
On redemption’s stage
In a...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN, Part Two by T. Wignesan

"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety of articulations, continuity and discontinuity, sentence and parataxis, and an...

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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s TIME SIGHT UNSEEN - Part Four by T. Wignesan


"Instead of an item in a school of rhetoric, the poem could have variety of articulations, continuity and discontinuity, sentence and parataxis,...

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Over yonder pastoral realms, with heaving mounds of green
Birds of variegated colors shine, where.streamlets gleam with opal sheen.
In circles round, fleetfooted Zephyr sweeps the laurelled ground
With footfalls that loom, a sweet scented voluptuous sound
Which gently strike...

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But we of the Three Tribes live undiscovered 
   In the reverberating stillness of the 
 Three Gorges...
And are therefore unknown to the warring mongol;
    His impassioned lusts -- his...

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Your face. Is beauty. Your eyes are able to make mine immobile. I look at you with pure awe and ask myself: "Are you mine?" A question I'm too afraid to ask because I know...

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There's an animal deep down inside me, deep in at the depths where my soul lays to rest.
And no, it's not a bunny, or a cute little puppy dog, or even a tiger.
It's more like...

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Mama – Translation of Kevin Gilbert’s « Mum » by T. Wignesan

Kevin Gilbert (July 10, 1933 – April 1, 1993) - father of Irish-English ancestry, mother an aboriginal from New South Wales - was orphaned...

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We see ourselves as that fire across the land;
a wall of words to wall out hurt or pain.
We create a story among ourselves to entertain,
experience awareness as a finger of approaching throb.
It is us we...

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Moon 
---- 
 
 
Once night Gretta Foster sat in the backyard, 
building a rocket ship that ought to take her a-far, 
she had been working day and night - tirelessly, 
hammering, programming, all so...

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No one in this morning
The road is deserted,
It's too early under the gray sky,

The veins of my hands,
Salient hands on the wheel
The look Elevated

The white line scrolls,
The colored houses, fled,
Since the curves crossed,

Creeks glimpsed,
The white...

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As one grows old, when evening approaches, memories too lengthen like shadows. Now I remember more often my parents wondering how much sweat and toil they had shed to make their children comfortable, how much...

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As I take my poetic pencil to describe, 
birth, 
     death ,  
               earth  
                      and life.
I see a young Jason coming, screaming 
Loud, loudly in the presence of those nursing
As the  darkness walks away...

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Veiled Love

The true depths of selfishness 
I had never touched
Until I met you
Never feeling its cuts, 
I could have never knew
Just how bladed it was
Victim after victim a glutenous lust
Seeming to serve you all that...

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Bang! Bang!
A roaring sound erupted from downstairs awakening my sister and I, 
Silence over filled the house.
My sister and I laid in our bed immobile, 
I listened to her soft quivering breaths as the tranquility...

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1  LONELINESS

(Message of hope dedicated to all those that have been through such an excruciating experience.)


Loneliness:
Painful
Agonizing
Merciless 
Unbearable solitude,
When you are present, Time immobile remains,
And
Each second an eternity of intolerable 
Suffering becomes. 

At such moments,
We...

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A New View, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La nueva mirada

(My own view of Carlos Bousono stems from a full academic year – from the beginning of September 1970 to the end of May-June...

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We are travellers on this terrestial plane
where acorns are consumed in tinder season 
oaks fell by angry hurricane 
robust iroko mowed by lumbers greedy saw 
haughty araba viciously murdered for standing 
on progress impatient path
omo...

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For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick woolen shroud,
        ...

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A Witch must confirm the Powers in her possession
Before performing an anticipated condemnation
The guilty Judge, rendered immobile and speechless
Wets himself, cowering, trussed and helpless
As the Witch intones the Powers’ sacred Creed
That she has sworn to...

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Through her window,she could see nothing in the clear blue sky. 
Its deep colour was reflected in the calm waters 
Of the estuary  which spread out in the distance. 
Even the normal busy shipping...

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The Lie

I am an insect waiting to be squashed!

I stare hard at the ground
as if fascinated, enthralled by it
while, above, eyes of cold-cobalt  
wait to gouge and burrow out 
any self-belief that might still...

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The Question, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Cuestion

				« …Oh ! God, Oh ! Centre »*

		for Vicente Puchol

(* Note by the editor, Alejandro D. Amusco, attesting that the above quotation was not included in...

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3.

Wrapped close, in implacable, bitter embrace,
The winter grips the land and holds it immobile,
A cat upon its mouse.

Stripped bare, glazed with stony ice
Ashudder beneath a slatecloud sky
That drops its snow in a hush of crowding...

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Solitude:
Distressful 
Afflictive
Merciless
Unbearable solitude,
When you are present, Time immobile remains,
And
Each second an eternity of intolerable
Suffering becomes.

At such moments,
We implore Time to advance,
To accelerate its pace,
To hurry up

For

The next second
The next minute
The next hour
The next day to...

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