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I Am an American Condor II-Southbound Prologue November, 2014 Attending XXXIV World Congress of Poets in from China (Beita, Ah Nuo Ah Bu, Huang Yazhou, Cai Jiying, Bing Feng, Chen Yamei, Luoluo, Meier, Leng Xianqiao, Zhao Jianhua, Tan Qinghong, Wang Guiling, Kong Xue, Kong Weiwei, Claire Wang-Lee) Los Angeles-Lima-Iguazu Falls-Sao Paulo- Cusco-Machu Picchu- (can be sung to the tune of “El Condor Pasa”)
I am an American Condor With Boeing 767 wings I start from midnight in Arriving in
From Airbus to Foz do Iguazu On the plane I taste Inca Cola Golden sweet liquid. Further down is A beautiful sunset Shared by three countries Peacefully without any upset Without any upset. In the morning mist Along the forest pathway Birds chirp with the falls ahead A symphony on high. Dozens of bridal veils appear Underneath an arch of rainbow Is it earth? Is it heaven? Two layers of falls to walk by Water sprays from all sides Up above an azure sky A black spot of a condor drops by. A family of four in front of sheets of water two adult daughters taking snapshots Of mother and father kissing like newlyweds, A happy silver wedding anniversary for all to share.
Red walls, green roofs A small colonial town of Behind the tropical forest Thunder falls like a winter storm. Rubber rafts in and out of big waves Everyone on the boat soaked in and out A scene in the movie to rave about My cameras both waterlogged. No passport needed if going shopping Across from the neighboring Super sized shopping malls Thousands of merchandise shown off. No time to look at any of them Only the urgent purpose to replace two malfunctioning cameras. A task no language barrier can solve. Foz do Iguazu to São Paulo The flight took only two hours Meeting delegates of poets from Yazhou, Jiying, Luo Luo, Meier Guiling, Kongxue, and Weiwei. Our host Silvia in São Paulo has been a good friend She and Beita planned the visit for more than a year Yet Beita and six other poets from A fluke visa denial is the culprit. The formal visit from A treat for Too bad half of the group can't make it The disappointment has no end. The poets idle at the São Paulo airport for nine hours Skipping and going directly to To attend the XXXIV World Congress of Poets. Poets from the far east and local friends finally meet The exclusive hall is where the Pope received audiences And the Chinese visitors bring Confucius. Kongxue is the 72nd direct descendent of Confucius Weiwei is the 78th They bring greetings from their home in Qufu: Confucius’s motto of Universal Peace, more than 3000 years ago. Everyone listens to Yazhou's reading His amazing poem of the supreme teacher Confucius. Even though he recites in Chinese And sounds wonderful as if it were read in Portuguese. In the intimacy of the hall The Pope and Confucius mix It’s time to say goodbye to the hosts Promises of more future exchanges. A one-day sightseeing trip in São Paulo The Cathedral, The excitement of World Cup is still in the air. São Paulo to We fly to Sugar Loaf, Cocorvada Places I’ve wanted to visit in dreams for years Everywhere is just beautiful as imagined The A little chilly for bikinis More than a prequel to next spring's Carnival The sizzling Samba Gala at night. . A Brazilian barbecue means nine different kinds of beef Plus mutton, chicken, and fish Iridescent cocktails to boot And myriad irresistible desserts to choose from. Rio de Janiero to Lima, Peru A pre-dawn flight is the only direct way from Rio to We finally reunite with half of our Chinese delegates Beita, Abu, Zhaozhi, Yamei, Jianhua, Lengqiao and Qinghong And meet with poet brothers and sisters from all over the world Maurus, Mavi, Eugenia, Ernesto Graciala, Thea, Lilia Maria, Maria, Maria Carlos, Edmundo, Rokiah. Is it October a year ago? XXXIII Congress in Every poet was inspired there The beach suntans from In churches and schools, poets’ voices echo Viva Viva The Chinese delegates take a special flight to To keep a promise to visit the local Chinese The beach where the conquistadors landed more than 500 years ago. In the city of colonial charm Gothic Cathedrals are mixed pre-Incan culture Paracas textiles, There is a Teachers from To Chinese descendents in the city And anyone else who want to learn the language and Confucius. The principle of the Academy is Miss Ma She and her helpers work hard To bring Chinese culture to such faraway land. A task belonged to old St. Franciscan monks. We are treated with a day at White sand buries deep the footsteps of the Spaniards While a windblown church ruin bears witness. The rest of the superb scenery now belongs to a resort The wind blows quietly in the palm grove And an aquamarine swimming pool amid the sand dunes Superb seafood from the ocean to boast. Deer still roam the university campus in the dusk Fox cubs run alongside them We finally say goodbye to our friends late into the evening Knowing Confucius is always with them. The long-distance bus is a luxurious treat A private section to ourselves to stretch and take naps Breakfast and lunch served en route Inca Cola and Chica Morada free drinks all the way. Outside the window Hundreds of miles of desolate sand dunes Archeological treasures underneath Waiting to be discovered.
Arriving finally in home of Cesar Vajello The Nobel Laureate from The Capital of Caballos Of Cuisine Of Marineras. Poets are treated with all the above All they have to do is recite poetry During the day they read in churches and schools In the chilly night they continue in With his bronze statue sitting on the bench in deep approval The mayor and his lady arrive to preside over the celebration Welcoming the bards with champagne and cakes They stay until the end of the recital. Outside Pyramids unearthed no more than fifty years ago Hundreds of sites await further discovery. Who are those marvelous people Born artists and scientists Yet not a written word can be found Are the poets reciting to fill the void? An honorary Doctorate of Literature Given to me by the World Academy of Arts and Culture I humbly accept and appreciate Promise to do my best to write and promote world peace through poetry.
Back to old Back to Old Ken, the shoeshine master, is a friend now Eager to show me the art of the shoeshine. I learn the skill He gives me a certificate From this day on I can shine shoes. to earn money to replace The two expensive cameras ruined in the waterfalls hopefully catching the shoes of stars on When I return to Need to catch a flight to Delegates can't fly on empty stomachs Guiling in our group is known for his instant poetry As well as culinary artistry. In an roadside Chifa (Chinese restaurants numbered 3000 in Guiling rolls up his poet sleeves and puts on a chef’s apron He makes Chuffa in ten minutes And feeds the group of thirteen with Chinese fried rice with chicken.
From sea level at I feel lack of oxygen right away Remain on the town square and watch the rest of the group climb To the St. Paul Cathedral high on the hilltop. Vendors swarm Sweaters and hats with dazzling designs All dumped on me before I can pay The police are coming! The coast is clear They come back and ask me to pay I put all the sweaters and hats on I peek from the layers. When my fellow poets come back They look for me And say all they can find Is the She-Llama called Claire. Saksaywoman ancient Inca ruin A perfect stone wall in the sunset without any use of mortar Reminds me of the A thousand miles built also without cement.
Can the Inca and Chinese be blood brothers Even aliens from another world? The pure Inca population has dwindled
Stone walls, terraces, stairways and ramps The Room of the Three Windows The Ruin of the Inca Empire stupendous The sky immense The joy endless. A rainbow will be projected From To call attention to save The world from the disaster of a warming climate.
I am an American condor With shiny Boeing 767 wings I carry a full load of poetry and friendship Back from south to north. I say goodbye to my brothers and sisters in poetry We shall meet again at the same time on Until then, wherever we are, we shall write poetry. A thing of beauty is a joy forever And a thing of poetry is a beauty forever Keats might want to join us in full spirit, I think. *The 2015 XXXV World Congress of Poets will be held in |
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