Chile 911 1973
There are no grounds
for a child exile
to adapt to a foreign climate
and recall new songs of an old time
I have the Spanish of an infant hippy,
and arrived outside from where the shore
and even the abalone have stories to tell
outside from where artisanry is mythmaking
and folksong is heard on independence holidays
Some haven't left the 80s and are still under
the curfew of the safe, the vault and La Moneda
"We shall not talk or complain of such things
for we are a valiant people. Much less protest. As such we
are moral."
Where the police wears the green of money
and no distinction to the army
No camera officialis, there is no police, just military
A Western minded system would call formality
for the surety of civil life
Closer to bastardry than most...any army hoisted on its
own populus - the civil enemy, por la razon o el bruto,
Some never left the 70s, wailing wounds and the fragile valor
of being witness, escapee by the skin of their skin
And the commonality is by a pig's economy
the Chilean of their land can finally boast first world goods
which by a society of status held together by threads of better
and atrophied education, yes my son is a psychologist, my daughter is a lawyer
for the Catholicism of braggadocios at social clubs
bitching away to a finery of snobbery, or at least aspiring to be a snob.
A community as diverse as the climate of the country,
stoned anthropology students wreaking anarchy on their parents' visa card
Providence by Providencia
yet the marred body stays, its constitution ensuring
the perpetuity of modern cages
the pragmatist's revenge that by Apple Inc
and an Iphone has the belittling by the Chicago School
finally resolved and only now, in winter,
does the panorama lower,
to be Americanos by science, letters and state
The social democracy is the same in a few respects
"don't make waves" say some,
after years of curfew these people still stay home after 20 years.
A media that makes a soap opera of street crime
and paranoia is the feast of the capital,
bad boys, patos malos, the poor, el roto, el bravo,
and their twin, el paco, el carabinero, el diputado, sus hijos, el presidente
Where nice families don't talk to Mapuches,
it would disrupt their fair ambitions,
or at least stain the social graces of their whites.
And I get some Chilean exchange student, a freshie,
say to me, "I know your type", I tell him I am a bioleftist,
an ecologist, and it could go two ways here, he might be smart enough
to know what I mean, if he indeed knows my genus, as good cultural biologist,
and hey, the sciences are in full flourish, transversal is a common word,
and even a homeboy can recite the laureate in Chile,
(in Australia I doubt it)
unfortunately, the student's friend, an architect, apologised
for the student was from Santiago
and could only find a compass by football team,
and not by pacific crossings or any other bastardry per se.
Friedman, Kissinger, Nixon, Pepsico,
and their doppelgangers - fashionable didacticism of
the Sydney Darlinghurst bohemian of the 80s,
multiculturalism by the compass of Tess Malos cookbooks
Spartacist of Opera House A circles
and somewhere ASIO took connection to Santiago in September, 1973
an alliance of the willing to finally fuck a democracy for a century,
as Fraser in fine Liberal Party tradition played Deputy Asslicker
to the Republican Party of the United States, never again
at least that's one thing all Chileans can agree upon,
Such words come out as blocks of concrete,
where all I would have liked was for my identity to be dissolved
and some plantlife to come out from between the old cracks.
for a child exile
to adapt to a foreign climate
and recall new songs of an old time
I have the Spanish of an infant hippy,
and arrived outside from where the shore
and even the abalone have stories to tell
outside from where artisanry is mythmaking
and folksong is heard on independence holidays
Some haven't left the 80s and are still under
the curfew of the safe, the vault and La Moneda
"We shall not talk or complain of such things
for we are a valiant people. Much less protest. As such we
are moral."
Where the police wears the green of money
and no distinction to the army
No camera officialis, there is no police, just military
A Western minded system would call formality
for the surety of civil life
Closer to bastardry than most...any army hoisted on its
own populus - the civil enemy, por la razon o el bruto,
Some never left the 70s, wailing wounds and the fragile valor
of being witness, escapee by the skin of their skin
And the commonality is by a pig's economy
the Chilean of their land can finally boast first world goods
which by a society of status held together by threads of better
and atrophied education, yes my son is a psychologist, my daughter is a lawyer
for the Catholicism of braggadocios at social clubs
bitching away to a finery of snobbery, or at least aspiring to be a snob.
A community as diverse as the climate of the country,
stoned anthropology students wreaking anarchy on their parents' visa card
Providence by Providencia
yet the marred body stays, its constitution ensuring
the perpetuity of modern cages
the pragmatist's revenge that by Apple Inc
and an Iphone has the belittling by the Chicago School
finally resolved and only now, in winter,
does the panorama lower,
to be Americanos by science, letters and state
The social democracy is the same in a few respects
"don't make waves" say some,
after years of curfew these people still stay home after 20 years.
A media that makes a soap opera of street crime
and paranoia is the feast of the capital,
bad boys, patos malos, the poor, el roto, el bravo,
and their twin, el paco, el carabinero, el diputado, sus hijos, el presidente
Where nice families don't talk to Mapuches,
it would disrupt their fair ambitions,
or at least stain the social graces of their whites.
And I get some Chilean exchange student, a freshie,
say to me, "I know your type", I tell him I am a bioleftist,
an ecologist, and it could go two ways here, he might be smart enough
to know what I mean, if he indeed knows my genus, as good cultural biologist,
and hey, the sciences are in full flourish, transversal is a common word,
and even a homeboy can recite the laureate in Chile,
(in Australia I doubt it)
unfortunately, the student's friend, an architect, apologised
for the student was from Santiago
and could only find a compass by football team,
and not by pacific crossings or any other bastardry per se.
Friedman, Kissinger, Nixon, Pepsico,
and their doppelgangers - fashionable didacticism of
the Sydney Darlinghurst bohemian of the 80s,
multiculturalism by the compass of Tess Malos cookbooks
Spartacist of Opera House A circles
and somewhere ASIO took connection to Santiago in September, 1973
an alliance of the willing to finally fuck a democracy for a century,
as Fraser in fine Liberal Party tradition played Deputy Asslicker
to the Republican Party of the United States, never again
at least that's one thing all Chileans can agree upon,
Such words come out as blocks of concrete,
where all I would have liked was for my identity to be dissolved
and some plantlife to come out from between the old cracks.
