A SONG FROM AND TO THE NATIVE INFORMANT

This poem was part of a series of pieces I read at the Poetry Project in New York City (March 11, 2013).

An audio of my reading can be find here.

A SONG FROM AND TO THE NATIVE INFORMANT

1. Music, Maestro!

Don’t you realize?

You will

become

A

cultural

broker!

What

do

you have?

What are

you going

To offer

us?

A cultural broker!

Loving

Lobbying

Sounds!

Beauty is

What empire

Does

A cultural broker!

 

2. And now stop the music, kids

Because I need your attention

And I’m going to tell you

How to keep the Nezahualcoyotl dance-chant down.

I’m sorry to tell you

I may destroy myths

—said the American

Nahuatl

maestro-professor—:

Nezahualcoyotl just means

“hungry coyote”

and nothing else.

But don’t

you think

—somebody

replied—

“Nezahualcoyotl”

might have

a spiritual

bent

since it means fasting-coyote?

“Coyote” as a symbol of someone

using spiritual methods

to turn himself

into a higher kind of animal.

No, you need to

remember

the Aztecs

were very much

sardonic.

And

“Nezahualcoyotl”

just means

hungry coyote.

I am here

to teach you

Nahuatl grammar

and not been

caught

in ideological stuff.

So let’s avoid words

that might

fuel

feelings

of

anti

imperial

revolt.

3. The Native Sits Down and Keeps Listening

Take your place, dear Native Informant

and listen carefully:

GLOBAL

is the new upper class!

So are you

Good Global

or

Bad Global?

That’s where everything starts.

This is the criteria:

If you live under global conditions

But don’t exhibit aesthetic signs of at least 3 GloCal-

ifornian cultural consumptions

then

You are just national.

In order to be GLOWBAL

You need to consume or work

In two countries

And if you’re a migrant

still think about staying

In the least cool one.

“Global” is the new

“UNIVERSAL”.

But—as you should remember—

There are some who are more UNIVERSAL

Than others.

Be one of them! BE GLOWBAL!

Hybrid?

Did you say hybrid?

Hungry! You imbecile! Hungry, not hybrid!

Global is mainly the hungry, not the starlet

Hybrid

Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!

And very angry

Desertification

Is the main logic

Of global market

Not the all-encompassing

Attractive

Rich, Remixed &

Beautiful, Sexy, Paratactic Gift

Of Hybrid-logics

Global means those who can help my career

Virgin Post-Modern subjects of study

And

You are just not savage enough!

You need to put your act together.

Or return

to homeland.

You, Desert Global,

You, just

hungry coyote.

 

4. I need (then) an American voice (a song)

Can somebody

appropriate

me

,

please

?

Kenny!,

Can

I

be

yourssssss?

Can I be yours?

Kenny!

Can

I

be

yours?

before

                                                      we

                                                                   go…

 

And finally 5 . A song for my master. Disappropriation it’s called

I want

to give you

all

I have

In my body

there are feelings

coming out

of colonial times

I want

to give you

all I have

To surrender

all the precious

information

I have

I feel

a pressure

to tell all

the treasures

we have

I become

happy

when your

face

appreciates

all we have

Because

you are my lord

you deserve all

You have better uses

for whatever

we have

Dis

possession

is in

my

heart

Colonial feelings

is

all

I

have.