Do not go gentle into that adios
July 22, 2008
For Max
Do not go gentle into that adios
fight,fight like the chicano kid,
bloom like the pastures of Nixon,Tejas…
Rage against the disappearance of the words,
words you shaped out of the Nothing
that the whites wanted you to have.
The stars glittered like we
dreamed the chicano movement
would sweep across Aztlan.
Cruising Culebra in the 1970’s in your
Volkswagen Beetle,we were heading here—–
it is only now we have arrived.
Like Musketeers we drew our words
and slashed at the enemy,
in our determined fashion.
We may not take our place
among the great chicano writers,
but,live by the word,carnal,live by the word!
Reyes Cardenas blogs HERE
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Max’s faded red Bug,Cecilio and me.At another time it might have been Juan Rodriguez in there,too.Or was it Bernardino Verastique?It’s all a brown fog now.And Max’s gorgeous blonde girl friend,whatever happened to her?What ever happened to me!Joke,of course.
I love this image of all of you cruising down Culebra in the red bug. I can see that movement in the poem — physical and temporal. I also envision the poets (and their women) in that Volkswagen rotating regularly throughout those years.