Victor Alberto Bueno Marichal: mayo 2025

martes, 27 de mayo de 2025

FROM TIME TO TIME THE TREES

FROM TIME TO TIME THE TREES

Underground
calculate
the age of time
that withers
and is reborn
with the songs
of the cicadas
and the winter rains

They sing with the breeze
that stirs in the wings
of the bees
so that the blue
and ultraviolet
permeate the mountain
of acacia and orange blossoms

Along with the northern lights
they dye the sunsets in autumn
with annatto and saffron
Far from the deserts
resigned to the solitude
of mirages
Near a river
scented with vanilla
Lit by the brilliance
of a few stars
that tonight
disguised themselves as fireflies
so that the spirit of each tree may shine
in the soul of each forest

Edgar Bueno
May/27/2025

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viernes, 2 de mayo de 2025

The shallow black pools of the Jaguar God’s temple

The shallow black pools of the Jaguar God’s temple

Those who search the sky
for signs of what is to come
Explanations for what happens to them
with less faith than conviction

Those who draw flat figures
uniting with imaginary lines
the distant stars
in age and distance

Those who tally balances
of wings and claws, membranes, elytra and feathers
earthpeckers, songbirds, birds of prey, raptors and scavengers
light and shadow, rain and fire, wind and sand
Smoke, breeze and ash
dust, mist, clouds, lightning and fire stones

Those who know that we only perceive
in a four-dimensional dream
the shadows projected
when the feathered serpent
with jaguar teeth
flies over the true earth
The home of Chaculclán

Those who inherit
the blessings of the banners
that proclaim the God
waving in the wind
on the mother mountain
the truth of its uniqueness and infinity
and that learned the symbol of the dragon
in ancient watercolors

Those who suffer vertigo
from the abysses above
and navigate undaunted
the desperate reality
from the galaxies of light bulbs
of the nocturnal city

We all suffer of the same illness
We try to scratch the inscrutable reality
We all want to exorcise, to domesticate
to cage in symbols what overwhelms
our earthly and inconsequential everyday life

But we only intuit from afar the work of two hierarchs
One wept in amazement at the size of the mountains
beyond the desert at the end of the world
and discovered the hollow mother of the dragon

The other analyzed the sky
which he saw reflected
during a hummingbird cycle
in the shallow black ponds
squared with water lilies
that surrounded the greatest pyramidal temple
of the lineage that Chaculclán started

And painted the currents and tides of the sky
by day and by night
in codices stained with peyote

He also predicted the return of his clan’s founder
when three herons cross them diagonally
and an eagle drops a fish on an iguana
in some year of the jaguar.

For

Erwin Conte Corvera
Li Tao Po
VABM May/12/2025

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The Sign of the Jaguar

The Sign of the Jaguar

Faced with choosing the method of his death, Emeruc, son of Aruc, son of Ruc, son of Ca, begged to be jaguar food, preferably in a contest of blades and skill, between his favorite knife and the claws and fangs of several of them, captives, hungry and irritable.
But that honor was denied him by his conqueror, and his throat was cut by his executioner; his flesh became fuel on a bonfire, which was almost an altar to the Visigoth God of war.
His death was very similar to his sacrifices, to the many he offered. I understand that his god was apathetic that time, as almost always.
I know the sign of Emeruc, which is that of his clan, which is that of the jaguar. I have seen it on many of them, on several palm trees, some stones, and on the skins of the hunters of his people.
I don't know why they selected that particular spot. I reproduce it here.
Some see the jaguar sign as a skull or a face. Others say it's also the sign of 100, of excess, of beauty, and of wonder.
Some experts translate it as Yemeruc, which means the people of the jaguar.
Perhaps they are all right.
The tiger has several signs; my favorite is a Burmese one made up of several stripes that complement the shapes of the tallest grasses, of a parched prairie.
Some say that a Burmese sign of the tiger and another of the parched prairie form a wheel when superimposed. A solid red- with black spots wheel, like the sign of the sun in some modern mythologies.
In several societies, the tiger, the leopard, and the jaguar share the sign of the spotted claw.
The bloody claw is the insignia venerated by some violent people.
The padded claw, the one that floats on dry leaves, is preferred by some stealthy people. It hides behind the sign of a domestic cat's little hand.
I think you've noticed by now that it's clear I like glyphs more than letters.
I have nothing against predators; in fact, I find them more beautiful, tragic, and deserving of care than most prey.
I believe all creatures have their place on the food scale. I find the ladder, where humans are always placed above all other creatures, who are ultimately their prey, very amusing.
I actually imagine it not as a ladder but as a cascade of tables. Like tables that have tables set, that have tables set... Etc.
I've heard and seen on several television documentaries that predators improve prey populations by eliminating the weakest, least alert, most trusting, and slowest creatures. And I've agreed.
I think even scavengers have their place in my stack of stacked tables.
In my personal zoology (I'll state my ignorance in advance) predators are a small, specialized, and privileged group that depends on prey animals for their food.
In my personal sociology (I'll state my ignorance in advance) royalty is a small, specialized, and privileged group that depends on the commoners for their food.
Emeruc was king of a tribe. A hunter and privileged. Almost like a jaguar, in my very personal political science. Who depended on prey animals and the commoners for his food.
His conqueror was a looser who remained so for the rest of his short life, upon his return to the kingdom where he was an anonymous commoner.
The name of his executioner was never fully written.
I would like to write a short story in which the confrontation between two kingdoms and two sacrificers is just one phase of a game also played with scallop shells. Some of them marked with a glyph that signifies something too beautiful to be true, that is multiplied on palm trees, jaguars, and the skins of some warriors.
I would like to write a fat book about sublime beings who suddenly discover their vulgarity in a definitive and luminous moment.
About birds of prey instantly turned into prey.
About the surprises that the evolutionary ladder offers, or my tables upon tables, upon tables... Etc.
About privileged people stripped of their privileges, whether or not they were acquired through their own merits, in a very brief moment.
But I don't think I'll ever have the talent or the time :-)

Li Tao Po
VABM May/3/2025

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martes, 27 de mayo de 2025

FROM TIME TO TIME THE TREES

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The shallow black pools of the Jaguar God’s temple

The Sign of the Jaguar