As soon as I read Tatiana Olga Rodeiro's two prose-poems on Carnaval in Brazil, I had to race here and highlight them. It's exceptional work, I saw it here at Ragazine.
These poems are just great--incredible imagery, the true pulse of symbolism, great ideas. she's got everything.
Here are some excerpts:
[...]
sailing across the background of
centuries, are seeped amongst blades of grass in the forsaken fields of
the Lord and the brown barefooted cities of engulfed cries, ravenous cities
settled over the secret bones of subversion, buried like black Xangô stones
in the brave indignant palms of clenched fists. The vermilion moon rose
miraculously again from the bed of coral rocks that cradled the gaping sea [...]
Suddenly, the dead, yet windy, voice of Jorge Amado swished through the
tuft of a nearby palmtree, swaying, “On the crest of the ocean waves,
Yemanjá, dressed all in blue, with her long hair of foam and crabs. Her
tail of silver held three different sexes, one white of seaweeds, [...]
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