{"id":15254,"date":"2022-06-10T22:04:57","date_gmt":"2022-06-11T04:04:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/2022\/06\/excerpts-from-cold-fire\/"},"modified":"2023-05-23T20:46:28","modified_gmt":"2023-05-24T02:46:28","slug":"excerpts-from-cold-fire","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/latinamericanliteraturetoday.org\/es\/2022\/06\/excerpts-from-cold-fire\/","title":{"rendered":"Excerpts from Cold Fire"},"content":{"rendered":"

Cold Fire<\/span> is a timeless chronicle of the human facing the dread and magic of its own materiality. This book-length poem, written in a voice as piercing and tentative as the elements themselves and translated into English by Katherine Silver, is an intimate and irreducible exploration of our vulnerability, solitude, plunder, and death, and posits the wind, with its omnipresent voice and its versatile metaphoric essence, as the fundamental source of energy, renovation, and destruction. <\/span>According to Eliot Weinberger, this acclaimed Chilean poet <\/span>\u201cdemonstrates that to think about the wind is to think about everything.\u201d<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

Cold Fire<\/span> is now out via <\/span>World Poetry Books<\/span><\/a>.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

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I climb the hill\/ I see the lake\/ and in the lake the mountains\/ the dead trunks\/ the living and tongueless tale\/ the extinguished dream\/ the clouds that pass\/ and sing\/ and boast\/ and cry.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Fog\/ blurred horizon\/ scattered light\/ time\/ departed forest\/ presence and absence in water\/ because the world is other\/ always an other\/ a fragment of your evil\/ or elusive beauty\/ and I\/ confronting your picture held in the face of the lake\/ no longer know\/ or will know\/ who is the hooded one in charge\/ what does he do or undo\/ and why.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The wind drifts down\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

and is only absence<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 sea urchin sprouted from roving skin<\/span><\/p>\n

as if without wanting<\/span><\/p>\n

it has grasped uncompromising the tremulous\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0gauge of the world.<\/span><\/p>\n

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And this that I am in the grasslands\/ on the steppes shrouded in groaning whistles\/ gallops\/ now gallops\/ and penetrates the left lobe\/ and nestles into the belly\/ and freezes movement\/ and warns us\/ and measures us\/ and with violence<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

lowers us<\/span><\/p>\n

lowers us to the source<\/span><\/p>\n

there<\/span><\/p>\n

where everything is but watery and fallow darkness<\/span><\/p>\n

and the elements\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

are nothing but a distant presence.<\/span><\/p>\n

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* * *<\/span><\/p>\n

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Might the condor be a floating witness in the windgusts?<\/span><\/p>\n

Might it truly escape the iridescent tongues of evil?<\/span><\/p>\n

Might it tell what it saw to the still intact mountainsides?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0To the north that strengthens and whistles and bites the ear?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0To the vain man who never learns his lesson?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0To the scattered skeletons who try to return to the earth?<\/span><\/p>\n

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* * *<\/span><\/p>\n

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Can woman\/ man\/ be quiet and receive?<\/span><\/p>\n

Can woman\/ man\/ refrain from sullying<\/span><\/p>\n

the airborne muteness of the pampas?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of the eternal forest?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0Of the ice?<\/span><\/p>\n

Can they?<\/span><\/p>\n

Can silence be the only actor in the vastness?<\/span><\/p>\n

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And farther away\/ there where the lunar craters establish a known address\/ can it\/ can the storm wrap thunder in the arena of the lone one?<\/span><\/p>\n

And\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026 how many are there?<\/span><\/p>\n

How many are the dreams?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0The buried who retreat?<\/span><\/p>\n

How many who nod off under the dust?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Under the immutable light?<\/span><\/p>\n

How many?<\/span><\/p>\n

How many who breathe under the red ash?<\/span><\/p>\n

How many under the bluegreen flame?<\/span><\/p>\n

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Who?<\/span><\/p>\n

Who is able to make them shine?<\/span><\/p>\n

Who to make them speak?<\/span><\/p>\n

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Well, I say nobody\/ nobody is known to have managed.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Here\/ here words aren\u2019t woven.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The wind whistles and groans and roars\/ and all flies and is guttural.<\/span><\/p>\n

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A dark hand this gale.<\/span><\/p>\n

An albino hand of absent mouths\/ silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Silence.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Glaucous silence here to stay.<\/span><\/p>\n

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* * *<\/span><\/p>\n

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Fragments.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The earth a fragment\/ the wind a fragment\/ the birds\/ the labor\/ the mountains\/ the seas.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The bones a fragment\/ the horse skulls\/ the hides\/ the lust for power.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Rough texture a fragment\/ the written word\/ the small print between rocks\/ sculpted silences for the deceased\/ the dead ones\/ the vanished greenery\/ those that flutter among the living\/ pasturelands in flames\/ those that burn\/ that seal the track with a branding iron\/ trunks that shout\/ that speak\/ that corrode thought.<\/span><\/p>\n

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A fragment that points with a hand\/ with an axe\/ an ember\/ a large candle on the bald prairie\/ in the spooked\/ furious ledger\/ trapped between winds and false bluster\/ in the waters of whatever\u2019s there.<\/span><\/p>\n

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A fragment of a whole\/ of a nothing\/ we breathe now\/ we breathe tomorrow\/ hmmm\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\/ memory is wearisome\/ the finger is wise\/ and today\/ oblivion is lack of\/ because the air is the wind\/ transparency\/ strife\/ a small piece of something\/ hmmm\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\/ and hangs\/ hangs from those crosses the wind gave birth to\/ a seed\/ a being\/ an illusion\/ hmmm\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026 of life\/ of life today contained\/ tomorrow nomadic\/ but always and still between\/ between betweens\/ between the betweens of war forever more.<\/span><\/p>\n

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* * *<\/span><\/p>\n

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Take a look\/ time is corrupt\/ disrupts\/ envelops the air in the cough of a wandering bull\/ and charges and attacks and embraces lands\/ men\/ forests\/ birds\/ waters\/ and of course\/ punctures\/ punctures this petrified silence\/ into the asthmatic ayyayyays of today\/ only highwaters\/ friends of the wind\/ aphonia in the very pith of natural death.<\/span><\/p>\n

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And what is to be done if the wind is wind\/ and it pursues us\/ ensues us\/ scratches our defeated trunks\/ the ripe ripening under the sun\/ and pursues with choked splutters the fallen\/ and the burned\/ and the beaches\/ and the darkness\/ and\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

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runs\/ runs\/ runs a race outrunning the stormcloud\/ and damn\/ the heavens are so vast I no longer know\/ because where\/ where are they\/ where do they go\/ because I know\/ I know that flies can\u2019t enter a closed mouth\/ and that female ducks endure\/ and so do she-herons\/ condors\/ ewes\/ cows\/ goats\/ huemulas\/ pheasants and hares\/ and okay\/ so do a few boys and men\/ such grand girls and women\/ and the houses\/ and everything and everyone close their mouths\/ so the wind won\u2019t enter\/ won\u2019t attack\/ so it won\u2019t flay us\/ so it won\u2019t uproot us\/ so it won\u2019t blow us away\/ even if it does swoop up the leaves\/ and make the solid waters flinch\/ flinch\/ and stoke the flames\/ and scratch the peaks of the Andes.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Then the shout<\/span><\/p>\n

the shout<\/span><\/p>\n

the eeeeeeeeeeeeeee till I\u2019m sick of it<\/span><\/p>\n

because no<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want flight<\/span><\/p>\n

no<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want fire<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want it climbing the haunches<\/span><\/p>\n

mounted on the endless wind<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want it heating surfaces<\/span><\/p>\n

burning vegetal\/ fleshy\/ pink skins<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want it dancing<\/span><\/p>\n

I don\u2019t want it out of control in the middle of orgies<\/span><\/p>\n

without pleasure\/ or love\/ or meat on the hot grill.<\/span><\/p>\n

No\/ I don\u2019t want the banality of it printing\/ sealing\/ caressing<\/span><\/p>\n

that<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

the royal plan.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yes.<\/span><\/p>\n

The hands of others.<\/span><\/p>\n

Banality of evil.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

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* * *<\/span><\/p>\n

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Look.<\/span><\/p>\n

A skeleton lies naked on the pampas.<\/span><\/p>\n

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The hill sleeps and the dead man sleeps and asleep are the burned-out bodies.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Out in the world two \u00f1ire trees still chat like two old men.<\/span><\/p>\n

Two babble on the butchered earth.<\/span><\/p>\n

Cows\/ mares\/ goats<\/span><\/p>\n

there<\/span><\/p>\n

when the retreat of the waters.<\/span><\/p>\n

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We always bleed through our wounds.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Man or whale\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Death is black<\/span><\/p>\n

and commands.<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Translated by Katherine Silver<\/span><\/h5>\n

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