{"id":6624,"date":"2019-11-10T21:13:26","date_gmt":"2019-11-10T21:13:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/arielsheen.com\/?p=6624"},"modified":"2019-11-10T22:23:03","modified_gmt":"2019-11-10T22:23:03","slug":"english-translation-of-jesus-santrichs-poem-the-combatant-word","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/arielsheen.com\/index.php\/2019\/11\/10\/english-translation-of-jesus-santrichs-poem-the-combatant-word\/","title":{"rendered":"English Translation of Jesus Santrich’s poem The Combatant Word"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"\"<\/a>
Original Book of Spanish Guerrilla Poetry<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

THE COMBAT WORD<\/h1>\n

To the strong voices and feelings of the rebel poets of Our America<\/em><\/p>\n

Breaking a fence of silence
\ndriveway his guerrilla boots
\nmade of bold combative verbs
\nThe word of the people revolts:
\na squad
\nof gallant nouns
\ntake the forefront
\nbreaking through
\nwith his rifle of steely metaphors
\nthat shoot simple verses:
\ndejected, a trumpet of lies falls
\nbut when the dust ceases
\nof appearances
\nI stay
\nafter the first wild skirmish
\na command of substantive farce
\nwith the sad feature
\nof infamy
\ncreeps forward
\nguiding slander
\nlooking to kill the rhyme
\nof the poetic rumble
\nof the full attack;
\nbut with vigor the morphemes
\nrearrange positions
\nand as a free verse
\nwhich raffles rhythmic schemes
\nramming again
\nwith your images
\nand phonic cadences
\nthat take advantage
\n“one night,
\na night full of perfumes, murmurs and
\nwings music”
\nThey are airy.<\/p>\n

Some camouflaged tricks
\nthat are unharmed
\nthey stub along the flank
\nthat cover the white verses that although attentive
\nmusitan
\n\u00abSo loving I delight, and I find
\nthat this delight of mine is not madness … \u00bb
\nwhile they open fire
\nagainst the enemy
\nwhich at the same time falls
\nin the deadly vines
\nof concepts that release
\ndisguised as riddles.<\/p>\n

When everything seems resolved
\nmounted on infamy
\ngallop the insult
\nis driving afrentas
\nin a jargon order
\nof traitors
\nThe gerunds watering
\nwith the ambushed participles
\nthey ride a mine
\nof precise accents
\nprosodic and orthographic
\ncoordinating with structures
\nof dissimilar speeches
\nand epic verba harangues …;
\nsinalefas
\ndiphthongs and triptongs
\nfedayines hiatus
\naccompany the assault
\nof the fierce composition
\nadmirable glossary
\nNo typos.<\/p>\n

Between vowels and consonants
\narmored with meaning
\nfrom the prayer of hardened predicate
\nhow pronoun is the decorum
\nin abstract
\nclandestine
\nstrengthening the trench
\nwhat is a love poem
\nfor men
\nFrom where
\nwords appear
\nby Miguel Hern\u00e1ndez
\n“Village wind” turns;
\nand screaming …
\nScreaming
\ntoo
\nare the voices of Alberti
\nwith the face of elegy:
\n“With my shoes on, I have to die!”<\/p>\n

With hyperbolic discharge,
\nso
\nbusting the ambush head
\nwith own phrases
\nof the “General Song”
\nand of the Artelians
\n“Poems with boots and flags”,
\ntopping off the deed
\nwith the jubilant thrombus
\nof the incandescent paisa verbiage of Herrera Torres,
\nFernando Rend\u00f3n,
\nand Gabriel Jaime.<\/p>\n

And after a point and apart
\nan isolated monema justice
\nwounded in his semantics
\nseeks refuge in his lexical family
\nto restart
\nas an appreciative derivation:
\nbetween affixes
\nprefixes
\nand suffixes
\nlook for accommodations
\nand comes out turned into a canyon
\nthat shoots categories
\n… and when the question asks:
\nwhat to do?
\nthe voice of experience
\nhe opens up adverbs and says: certainly
\nnow or never
\nall or nothing
\nover there
\ntowards utopia;
\nbut a clique
\nof dangerous epithets
\nstill stalks
\nhalf hidden in parentheses
\nraised high
\nof a catilinaria
\nmade of phrases in the form of sophistry
\nbut the artillery legion
\nof personal pronouns
\nthat accompany the diction
\nsimplest language
\npopular on offensive
\ndress in addition
\nwith Indian dialects
\nnatural
\nhealed of all banality
\nwielding by spears
\narguments of the Araucana epic
\nanimated by onomatopoeic voices
\nof bantu drums
\nthey pounce quickly
\ngetting along
\nof the single short pauses of the commas
\ntaking an exclamatory impulse
\nof incredible walking
\nthat crushes
\nthe false statement
\nalmost definitively.<\/p>\n

A semicolon
\nthat appears
\nwith a small portion
\nadditional rest
\nhelp prepare the ground
\nto launch a necessary pleonasm
\nwhich carries the repetition of the truth by explosive charge
\nreinforced now yes
\nwith essential particles
\nof rhetoric
\nin which the polysyndeton cousin
\nin explosive mixture
\nwith other tropes
\nreiterating the determination
\nrebel of the word.<\/p>\n

A bit restless adversary paradoxes
\nthey try to confuse the reasoning expressed
\nin the thesis posed by the rebellion
\nof each verb uttered with the voice of a people;
\nbut
\nthe antithetical judgments
\ncounterattack
\nputting into play
\nan oxymoron
\nwhose eloquent silence
\npresage
\nthat what is announced
\nit’s the onslaught
\nof a conclusive axiom.<\/p>\n

So,
\nnot counting euphemisms
\nno bitches
\nbecause war is to death
\na synesthetic atmosphere
\nof sound solitude
\nby the echoes
\nthat still leave the epithets
\nfleeing
\nand the mockery of irony
\nsatires and other concepts
\nthat make together with calambures and paragoges
\nto represent parody
\nof the “heroism” they defecate
\nin each artifice lies
\nand with an unmistakable ilocutionary force
\nof all language families
\nthe words arrived
\nof old and new towns
\nflowing in semantics
\nsense of justice and freedom.
\nThe People’s axiom concludes
\nno end point
\nthat if the goal is utopia
\nmake the impossible possible
\nit is the imperative
\nwhat makes history
\nwhere the logic
\nis the People
\nin pursuit of freedom …<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

La Palabra Combatiente<\/h1>\n

(Spanish Origina)<\/p>\n

A las aguerridas voces y sentimientos de los poetas rebeldes de Nuestra Am\u00e9rica<\/p>\n

Rompiendo un cerco de silencio
\ncalzadas sus botas guerrilleras
\nhechas de audaces verbos combativos
\nla palabra del pueblo se subleva:
\nun escuadr\u00f3n
\nde gallardos sustantivos
\ntoma la vanguardia
\nabri\u00e9ndose paso
\ncon su fusiler\u00eda de aceradas met\u00e1foras
\nque disparan versos sencillos:
\nabatida, una tromba de mentiras cae
\npero al cesar la polvareda
\nde apariencias
\nque qued\u00f3
\ntras la primera brava escaramuza
\nun comando de farsas sustantivadas
\ncon la triste caracter\u00edstica
\nde la infamia
\navanza rastrero
\nguiando calumnias
\nque buscan matar la rima
\ndel po\u00e9tico estruendo
\ndel ataque pleno;
\npero con br\u00edo los morfemas
\nreacomodan posiciones
\ny como libre verso
\nque sortea los esquemas r\u00edtmicos
\nembistiendo de nuevo
\ncon sus im\u00e1genes
\ny cadencias f\u00f3nicas
\nque aprovechan
\n\u00abuna noche,
\nuna noche toda llena de perfumes, de murmullos y de
\nm\u00fasica de alas\u00bb
\nsalen airosos.<\/p>\n

Algunos embustes camuflados
\nque resultan ilesos
\nporf\u00edan avanzando por el flanco
\nque cubren los versos blancos que aunque atentos
\nmusitan
\n\u00abas\u00ed que amando me deleito, y hallo
\nque no es locura este deleite m\u00edo…\u00bb
\nmientras abren fuego
\ncontra el enemigo
\nque al mismo tiempo cae
\nen las enredaderas mortales
\nde conceptos que liberan
\ndisfrazados de acertijos.<\/p>\n

Cuando todo parece resuelto
\nmontada sobre la infamia
\na galope la injuria
\nviene conduciendo afrentas
\nen un orden de jerga
\nde traidores.
\nLos gerundios aguaitando
\ncon los participios emboscados
\nmontan un minado
\nde acentos precisos
\npros\u00f3dicos y ortogr\u00e1ficos
\ncoordinando con estructuras
\nde dis\u00edmiles discursos
\ny arengas de \u00e9pica verba…;
\nsinalefas
\ndiptongos y triptongos
\nhiatos fedayines
\nacompa\u00f1an el asalto
\nde la aguerrida composici\u00f3n
\nde admirable glosario
\nsin erratas.<\/p>\n

Entre vocales y consonantes
\nacorazadas con el sentido
\nde la oraci\u00f3n de aguerrido predicado
\ncomo pronombre est\u00e1 el decoro
\nen abstracto
\nclandestino
\nfortaleciendo la trinchera
\nque es un poema de amor
\npara los hombres
\ndesde donde
\nasoman vocablos
\nde Miguel Hern\u00e1ndez
\nvueltos \u00abViento de pueblo\u00bb;
\ny gritando…
\ngritando
\ntambi\u00e9n
\nest\u00e1n las voces de Alberti
\ncon cara de eleg\u00eda:
\n\u201c\u00a1Con los zapatos puestos tengo que morir!\u201d<\/p>\n

Con hiperb\u00f3lica descarga,
\nentonces
\nrevienta la cabeza de emboscada
\ncon frases propias
\ndel \u00abCanto General\u00bb
\ny de los artelianos
\n\u00abPoemas con botas y banderas\u00bb,
\nrematando la gesta
\ncon la tromba jubilosa
\nde la incandescente verba paisa de Herrera Torres
\nFernando Rend\u00f3n
\ny Gabriel Jaime.<\/p>\n

Y luego de un punto y aparte
\nun aislado monema justiciero
\nherido en su sem\u00e1ntica
\nbusca refugio en su familia l\u00e9xica
\npara reiniciarse
\ncomo una derivaci\u00f3n apreciativa:
\nentre afijos
\nprefijos
\ny sufijos
\nbusca adecuaciones
\ny sale convertido en ca\u00f1\u00f3n
\nque dispara categor\u00edas
\n…y cuando la interrogaci\u00f3n pregunta
\n\u00bfqu\u00e9 hacer?
\nla voz de la experiencia
\nse apertrecha de adverbios y dice: ciertamente
\nahora o nunca
\ntodo o nada
\nhacia all\u00e1
\nrumbo a la utop\u00eda;
\npero una camarilla
\nde ep\u00edtetos peligrosos
\naun acecha
\nsemioculta en un entre par\u00e9ntesis
\nlevantado en lo alto
\nde una catilinaria
\nhecha de frases en forma de sofisma
\npero la legi\u00f3n artillera
\nde los pronombres personales
\nque acompa\u00f1an la dicci\u00f3n
\nm\u00e1s sencilla del lenguaje
\npopular en ofensiva
\nvestido adem\u00e1s
\ncon dialectos indianos
\nnaturales
\ncurados de toda banalidad
\nempu\u00f1ando por lanzas
\nargumentos de la \u00e9pica araucana
\nanimados por las voces onomatop\u00e9yicas
\nde tamboras bant\u00faes
\nse abalanzan r\u00e1pidamente
\nhaci\u00e9ndose acompa\u00f1ar
\nde las solas breves pausas de las comas
\ntomando un \u00edmpetu exclamativo
\nde increpante andar
\nque aplasta
\nla alocuci\u00f3n falsaria
\ncasi de manera definitiva.<\/p>\n

Un punto y coma
\nque aparece
\ncon una peque\u00f1a raci\u00f3n
\nde descanso adicional
\nayuda a preparar el terreno
\npara lanzar un pleonasmo necesario
\nque lleva por carga explosiva la reiteraci\u00f3n de la verdad
\nreforzada ahora s\u00ed
\ncon part\u00edculas esenciales
\nde ret\u00f3rica
\nen la que prima el polis\u00edndeton
\nen explosiva mezcla
\ncon otros tropos
\nreiterantes de la determinaci\u00f3n
\nrebelde de la palabra.<\/p>\n

Un poco inquietas las paradojas adversarias
\nintentan confundir el raciocinio plasmado
\nen las tesis que plantea la rebeli\u00f3n
\nde cada verbo proferido con voz de pueblo;
\npero
\nlos juicios antit\u00e9ticos
\ncontraatacan
\nponiendo en juego
\nun ox\u00edmoron
\ncuyo silencio elocuente
\nhace presagiar
\nque lo que se anuncia
\nes la embestida
\nde un axioma concluyente.<\/p>\n

Entonces,
\nsin contar con eufemismos
\nni l\u00edtotes
\nporque la guerra es a muerte
\nun sinest\u00e9sico ambiente
\nde soledad sonora
\npor los ecos
\nque aun dejan los ep\u00edtetos
\nen fuga
\ny la burla de las iron\u00edas
\nlas s\u00e1tiras y dem\u00e1s conceptos
\nque hacen junta con calambures y paragoges
\npara representar la parodia
\ndel \u00abhero\u00edsmo\u00bb que defecan
\nen cada artificio las mentiras
\ny con una fuerza ilocucionaria inconfundible
\nde todas las familias ling\u00fc\u00edsticas
\narribaron las palabras
\nde pueblos antiguos y nuevos
\nfluyendo en sem\u00e1ntico
\nsentido de justicia y libertad.
\nEl axioma pueblo concluye
\nsin punto final
\nque si la meta es la utop\u00eda
\nhacer posible lo imposible
\nes el imperativo
\nque marca la historia
\ndonde el logos
\nes el pueblo
\nen pos de libertad…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

THE COMBAT WORD To the strong voices and feelings of the rebel poets of Our America Breaking a fence of silence driveway his guerrilla boots made of bold combative verbs The word of the people revolts: a squad of gallant nouns take the forefront breaking through with his rifle of steely metaphors that shoot simple … Continue reading “English Translation of Jesus Santrich’s poem The Combatant Word”<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[91,94,92],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-6624","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-colombia","category-poetry","category-translation"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"acf":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8e7kf-1IQ","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/arielsheen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6624","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/arielsheen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/arielsheen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/arielsheen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/arielsheen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6624"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/arielsheen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6624\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6628,"href":"https:\/\/arielsheen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6624\/revisions\/6628"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/arielsheen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6624"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/arielsheen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6624"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/arielsheen.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6624"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}