Barra Funda, S. Paulo
by carlos dantas barbosa
Barra Funda, S. Paulo.
There lived a young Brazilian poet
that helped create the country.
Upon Mario de Andrade´s large, brown shoulders,
lie most of our thoughts,
ideas and feelings.
(Not to mention concepts and critical appraisals.)
Mario, our brown father
spawned generously his ideas
using messages in bottles
laid in the Post Office ocean.
(He could speak, read and write
in several languages,
but never travelled abroad
except for a trip to Colombian Amazonia,
a place that never heard
about Christopher Columbus.)
Was he a master?
Was he an inventor?
Maybe just an homme des lettres?
Ezra Pound wouldn´t like MA´s
commonsensical, inovative conservatism
and MA´s absolute kindness.
He would decree:
-- Macunaíma brought up himself
from Brazilian common place jelly.
A geléia geral brasileira
que o Jornal do Brazil anuncia!
-- Torquato Neto
("The Brazilian general jelly
that is advertised in Jornal do Brasil.")
(Copyright © 2002 -- 2012 Carlos Dantas Barbosa)