Duende de Burque
Alburquerque Poems and Musings
Manuel González
- 72 pages
- English
- ePUB (mobile friendly)
- Available on iOS & Android
Duende de Burque
Alburquerque Poems and Musings
Manuel González
About This Book
At its center, Duende de Burque is a love letter to Alburquerque and its surroundings—the Sandia Mountains, the Rio Grande Bosque, and all the people whose spirits fill these spaces. It is an exploration of one poet's search for duende, that elusive state of spontaneous expression and authenticity. With a debut in local poetry slam, Manuel González has honed his craft on the stage and on the page for the past twenty years. He has represented Burque several times on the national slam scene, hosted countless slams for people of all ages, and worked to help adults and youths discover the power of self-expression. In this collection, González writes about his beginnings as a poet and his work as the third Albuquerque Poet Laureate. He writes about what inspires him and how he works to inspire others and to craft poems that do the same. In his core is Burque—his heart, his sangre, and the home of his ancestors.
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EVOLUTION OF A SOUL
HEART BEAT
It fills my soul
With the voices of my ancestors
Telling me to forgive the transgressors
It’s like meditation when the thought ceases
It’s like Coltrane cutting his soul to pieces
The vibration increases with each beat of the drum
Connecting me to the one
OM
As my words become spirals
I spin into the infinite vastness of my consciousness
Eliminating my fears
While I’m thinking in spheres
Transcending space and time
Getting closer to the divine
Opening my eyes
Letting me realize the skies
I can see that the rhythm of the earth
Is connected to the heart
Begins with your pulse
Connecting me to
The one
The I
The three
And for the first time I can actually see
It’s like remembering forever
Before and after
We are all bastards of humanity
And all divine children of infinity
But don’t walk toward insanity
Because most of humanity is still lost
Searching for ourselves
While afraid of who we are
When we’re all just made
Of the same substance as stars