At the Hotel Virrey, Tecpán
By: Rose Hunter
Category: Language Place Blog Carnival, Mexico, pics with poems attached, rebar, signage
| Aperture: | f/3.2 |
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| Focal Length: | 20.7mm |
| ISO: | 50 |
| Shutter: | 1/100 sec |
| Camera: | KODAK P850 ZOOM DIGITAL CAMERA |
You see this scene; it’s important:
the man hosing the concrete
in front of the Taller de Joyería Gary.
Water rainbows to the pawnshop
english school warehouse balloon
shop wheelbarrows razor wire fruit
crates and the man is sweeping now.
Corrugated iron canopy
steps telegraph wires green
mangos diving swallows
squeaking engines machete
swings: a street name
isn’t important and there isn’t one
anyway; you see this scene it’s important:
It’s early. He is still snoring. The room
is still hot. Roared down to reception for a fan
last night, the response: “no hay!”
We still haven’t figured that
rectangle on the wall is an air conditioner.
That comes when we’re leaving.
I can’t stop laughing. But that’s all not
this scene. You see? Bananas
ambulance bus trellis black
dog rebar water tank satellite
dish and the man who is gone now.
You see, that scene, it wasn’t important
(in its particulars
it was everything in its
particulars) it’s this:
there was nothing I was
wanting to have, or
trying to be, or
making fun of: no fault.
* This poem previously appeared here, at Atticus Books.
* It also appears in my book, A Foal Poem.
* I sat and wrote the first draft of this poem and took this picture at the same time. (From a balcony of the Hotel Virrey.)
* Virrey = viceroy in Spanish.
* & for the curious, this is Tecpan.
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“it was everything in its particulars” — loved this, Rose!
Words and picture – both lovely and I will come back to savour more than once.
i keep returning to these lines – and the rebar. all these things in the making, and beyond it, this perfect moment of stillness.
getting to know your poetry has added extra rebar to my life. you know i love this.
So interesting for me, how the image at the top sets the tone for my read of your poem, and when I read through again, without looking at the image, the mood, the emotion is so different. It’s a difference in temperatures, I think. I love how you are re-posting previously published poetry here, with images, just as Sherry O’Keefe has been doing lately on her own site. I may follow suit :-) Beautiful poem ~
Thank you all! So nice. I am still working my way around the carnival, leisurely journey-like…. :) Thanks Dorothee, for doing such a great job. And yes, I think you’re right re temperatures. I do have fun with (matching) pics and poems, find it interesting to think about…. :)
I love the poem, it offers something new with every reading.
Thank you Brigita! :)