When Shawnacy interviewed me for the Real Toads and asked
where I found inspiration for writing, I remember quoting darling poet Manoel
de Barros:
All the things whose value can be
disputed over a long-distance spitting challenge
are good subject for poetry.
A man who only owns a comb
and a tree
is good subject for poetry.
And I
thought it was about time to introduce you to another remarkable Brazilian
man of letters!
Manoel
de Barros is a 94-year-old contemporary Brazilian poet (yes, he lives!). People often
refer to him as ‘the poet of small things’, though he is the owner of a big work and
amazing smile. He was born in 1916 in the wetlands region of the country (Pantanal). He received Brazil’s highest literary awards and his life and work
were the subject of Joel Pizzini’s 1989 short film O Caramujo Flor (Snail Flower).
But what
I really wanted to show you is the magnificence of his poetry. His surrealist
worlds invite people to reinvent themselves and their relationships with all
living creatures and inanimate objects.
Man's biggest wealth
is his incompleteness.
With this I am wealthy.
Words that accept me the way
I am—I don't accept.
I can't stand being just
a guy who opens
doors, who pulls valves,
who watches the watch, who
buys bread at 6 in the afternoon,
who goes out there,
who sharpens the pencil,
who sees the grape, etc., etc.
Forgive me.
But I need to be Others
I intend to revitalize man
by using butterflies.
is his incompleteness.
With this I am wealthy.
Words that accept me the way
I am—I don't accept.
I can't stand being just
a guy who opens
doors, who pulls valves,
who watches the watch, who
buys bread at 6 in the afternoon,
who goes out there,
who sharpens the pencil,
who sees the grape, etc., etc.
Forgive me.
But I need to be Others
I intend to revitalize man
by using butterflies.
Portrait
of the artist as a thing: butterflies
They exchange trees for me.
Insects develop me.
I can already love flies the same way I love myself.
Silences practice me.
Mid afternoon a gift of old cans gets stuck in my eye
But I’m predominantly lilies.
Plants want my mouth to grow over.
I’m free
for the birds satisfaction.
I’m kind toward the vultures.
Frogs want to be like me.
I want to christen the waters.
I can already see the smell of the sun.
My world
is small, Lord.
There is a river and a few trees.
The back of our house faces the water.
Ants trim the edge of Grandmother’s rose beds.
In the backyard, there is a boy
and his wondrous tin cans.
His eye exaggerates the blue.
Everything from this place has a pact
with birds.
Here if the horizon reddens a little,
the beetles think it’s a fire.
Where the river starts a fish,
river me a thing
River me a frog
River me a tree.
In the evenings, an old man plays his flute
to invert the sunsets.
The back of our house faces the water.
Ants trim the edge of Grandmother’s rose beds.
In the backyard, there is a boy
and his wondrous tin cans.
His eye exaggerates the blue.
Everything from this place has a pact
with birds.
Here if the horizon reddens a little,
the beetles think it’s a fire.
Where the river starts a fish,
river me a thing
River me a frog
River me a tree.
In the evenings, an old man plays his flute
to invert the sunsets.
Manoel de Barros's poetry in English can be found on Amazon.com
Nature
will bear the closest inspection. She invites us to lay our eye level
with her smallest leaf, and take an insect view of its plain. ~ Henry
David Thoreau
i hope you don't mind a poem which i was re-posting today anyway as part of a mini-series celebrating spring ~ it suits the prompt perfectly and is one my favorite poems. {not necessarily best, but i like it.} {smile}
ReplyDeletei'll come back in a day or two to visit others. loved this post! thank you, Kenia.
♥
Oh, Kenia, I love this man already! I love what he does with abstracts, like Silence.. giving them the ability to act: Silences practice me.. And his becoming one with nature is so inspiring. Thank you for this.. I'm going to get very close to that world to write a suitable poem.
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ReplyDeleteI dedicated mine to you!
Thank you for such a great prompt, Kenia, and for introducing me to this inspiring poet.
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful poet and man, so in touch with the real world. Wonderful prompt too Kenia.
ReplyDeleteI love this prompt so much! I may come back and try to emulate this wonderful poet's style, later. But I wrote the first lines that came into my head this morning, and decided to follow them instead.
ReplyDeleteReading poems from my cellphone! No connection at home until Friday! :(
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you guys enjoyed Manoel de Barros and I'm amazed with the great poetry you've come up with! I'll visit you soon. <3
Kisses!
Kenia this is a wonderful challenge!
ReplyDeleteI love his words~ I am chasing words and ideas now, I'm using a butterfly net ;D
Oh my goodness, I love him. These poems are as delicious as trees, butterflies, and silence.
ReplyDeleteLove this line so much:
"Silences practice me."
~Shawna
rosemarymint.wordpress.com
Have had this photo in my queue for months, awaiting an appropriate voice. You helped me find it today. Thanks, Kenia!
ReplyDeleteSuch a JOY!! Meeting Manoel and feeling the essence of him through his words. So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI had such a great time with this prompt, this style truly speaks to my heart.
Thank you, Kenia, for such an enjoyable challenge!
Smiles!
I was not aware fo this fine poet, so thank you for the introduction to his work and life.
ReplyDeleteAs Spring smiles on the Northern Hemisphere, here Downunder, Autumn frowns... I have Six Haiku for Autumn for you :-)
I am late, but I wanted to write for this prompt. Thanks for your introduction Kenia to such a wonderful poet.
ReplyDeleteI'm back again. I could write like this for the next month and not tire of expressing myself in this style.
ReplyDeleteI can never tire of nature prompts or poems... and what an honour I would consider it if someday I too became known as a "poet of small things."
ReplyDeleteA lovely inspiration ..Thank you for the challenge ~
ReplyDeleteWow, nature poems are something I always seem to struggle with. I ended up in sort of a weird place with this poem, but I like it. Very nice challenge!
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