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The Invisible Man (changes)
Excerpt from commondreams.org
When he reached 50, the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda decided he should write not just for the literary world, but for his neighbors. The Orissan poet Jayanta Mayapatra made a similar decision a number of years ago when he decided to write in Oriya, so his neighbors could read and understand what he wrote.
In Neruda?s case, he turned from writing poems of love ? he was one of the greatest love poets of the just-concluded century ? and Latin American epics, to writing odes about the simple objects that surround us in daily life: tomatoes, lemons, bicycles, socks.
The first of these new odes was The Invisible Man. In it, Neruda begins by telling us how he admires the old poets, those who write of how they love, how they feel when the walk through the streets ? but that on the streets those poets write about, no one else exists. All people other than the poet and his lover are invisible.
Neruda himself walks through streets populated by people ?
?everyone passes by, and everyone
tells me something,
look at all the things they do!
They cut wood, string electric lines,
bake bread late into the night,
our daily bread,
with an iron pick
they pierce the entrails
of the earth?
?As I walk by, things
ask me to sing them, but I haven?t time,? he laments.
? I want
them all to live
through my life,
to sing through my song
I am not important
I have no time
for my own affairs,
night and day
I must write down what?s happening,
not forgetting anyone.?
Neruda?s poem is a song to solidarity, ?the song of the invisible man/ who sings with all men.?
?When I get up
the night is gone, the street has awakened before me,
the poor girls of the neighborhood
are on their way to work,
fishermen are returning
from the sea,
miners
in new shoes
are going down into the mines
everything?s alive
everyone?s hurrying to and fro,
and I scarcely have time
to get into my clothes,
I must run:
no one must
pass by without my knowing
where?s he?s going,
what he?s doing.?
This www.commondreams.org is from CommonDreams.org, a site for independent thinkers to think independently, often liberally, but always in ways that you do not find in the mainstream media.
When he reached 50, the Chilean poet Pablo Neruda decided he should write not just for the literary world, but for his neighbors. The Orissan poet Jayanta Mayapatra made a similar decision a number of years ago when he decided to write in Oriya, so his neighbors could read and understand what he wrote.
In Neruda?s case, he turned from writing poems of love ? he was one of the greatest love poets of the just-concluded century ? and Latin American epics, to writing odes about the simple objects that surround us in daily life: tomatoes, lemons, bicycles, socks.
The first of these new odes was The Invisible Man. In it, Neruda begins by telling us how he admires the old poets, those who write of how they love, how they feel when the walk through the streets ? but that on the streets those poets write about, no one else exists. All people other than the poet and his lover are invisible.
Neruda himself walks through streets populated by people ?
?everyone passes by, and everyone
tells me something,
look at all the things they do!
They cut wood, string electric lines,
bake bread late into the night,
our daily bread,
with an iron pick
they pierce the entrails
of the earth?
?As I walk by, things
ask me to sing them, but I haven?t time,? he laments.
? I want
them all to live
through my life,
to sing through my song
I am not important
I have no time
for my own affairs,
night and day
I must write down what?s happening,
not forgetting anyone.?
Neruda?s poem is a song to solidarity, ?the song of the invisible man/ who sings with all men.?
?When I get up
the night is gone, the street has awakened before me,
the poor girls of the neighborhood
are on their way to work,
fishermen are returning
from the sea,
miners
in new shoes
are going down into the mines
everything?s alive
everyone?s hurrying to and fro,
and I scarcely have time
to get into my clothes,
I must run:
no one must
pass by without my knowing
where?s he?s going,
what he?s doing.?
This www.commondreams.org is from CommonDreams.org, a site for independent thinkers to think independently, often liberally, but always in ways that you do not find in the mainstream media.