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Issue 29
Poetry

Poems from Wild

  • by Gonzalo E. Relucé
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  • March, 2024

History

futile body
I could say skin hands feet flesh flesh
sex body history

you enjoy the other in two
absent revolted unexplored dry
valley smell of desire

incessant impulse or I take you
love me at the precise edge of your flank
inside or outside

feminine figure ding men celebration
delight sacred skin
or profane existence

without you
nothing

 

 

The 36th Day

I am not from this tribe

my paisanos, those of my ancestors,
they knew about this minuscule fragment
that launches us to the miracles
of fresh aromo and warming waters

from our women, our
grandparents, liberated the sorcerer
of the body in battle
that enjoys this little moment without limits

the paisanos of my ancestors
forgot the “you” that is lost when
the lizard of desire invades me

its pleasure doesn’t seem to be
part of this world

I don’t have anything
or anyone
to bite

 

 

Disco 13

If I write thirteen teenagers: Life is worthless,
they killed us or if I put
the police intervened or if I note that the women
didn’t have masks or if I describe how I helped them
in the road or I left them on the dance floor
perhaps no one remembers anything.

It is worthless. I have no strength, help me papi.
He’s dead.
Make room, sit down, fear that lives
in the arrest or the fine, the guilt with no mask.

Life. They come out one by one, they take out
injured bodies, they go back and take out corpses
they’ve closed the doors.
Everyone has died
suffocated. I am still drinking. Carajo,
it is worthless. Get me out!

 I reanimate you but you no longer respond, the tono is cool.
Life, carajo, is worthless, tears like bullets
pisco beer damp cigar wet
all the bodies are wet

Life is worthless.
Life life life.
Life.

 

 

Besieged

I am outside the ruined tumult
you don’t feel the maro that circles the border
I review the frail blink of my vaporous life.

I move the soft finger. You lay me
you lay here

you said I am yours I said I am yours
and we never knew
of the silent island of the noon
that invaded our landscape

it waits at the borders
at the limits of disdain
and it still thinks of you

it walks
without rumba
it stops

 

Translated by Christian Elguera

 

Photo: Joe Green, Unsplash.
  • Gonzalo E. Relucé

Photo: Rosario Acuña Loayza

Gonzalo E. Relucé is a Moche and poet. He coordinates the Poetry Workshop at the National University of San Marcos. Under the name of Gonzalo Espino, who died during the Covid-19 pandemic, he has published Casa hacienda (1991) and De ese hombre que dicen (2018).

  • Christian Elguera Olortegui

Christian Elguera Olortegui (1987) was born and raised in Lima, the capital city of Peru. However, he recognizes his family roots in Tingo María (a Peruvian Amazonian town in the province of Huanuco). He earned a bachelor’s degree in Literature from the Universidad Nacional Mayor de San Marcos and holds a PhD in Iberian and Latin American Languages and Literatures from the University of Texas at Austin. He also completed a Graduate Portfolio in the program in Native American and Indigenous Studies at this institution. Currently, Christian is an Assistant Professor of Spanish and Latin American Studies at Marist College and, since 2021, he has been a translator and Indigenous Literature correspondent for Latin American Literature Today (LALT). As a creative writer, he has received literary accolades in Peru, such as an honorable mention in the XXI Biennial Copé Short Story Award for his text “El extraño caso del señor Panizza” (2020), the Copé Silver Award for his short story “El último sortilegio de Fernando Pessoa” (2022), and the Copé Gold Award for his first novel, Los espectros (2023). 

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