Eduardo Ortiz Moreno essay #4 · a day ago
On PATRICK ROSAL´s “UPTOWN ODE THAT ENDS ON AN
ODE TO THE MACHETE”
MESOSTIC
ODE TO THE MACHETE
That’s
an ancestral rite to hail any yellow or gyPsy
stop
on frAnklin and Lincoln ,
To
fly us
oveR
the brIdge then zip up the east side where the jumps are
the danCe floor or post up at the bar sipping on , or
a corny cáscara with a liKe
i’m tito puente
but i have no clue i Really
am
a gremlin
dragging its tailpipe the length Of 119th, which
iS
to sAy.
it
don’t
take
Long for willie and me to
boom- braddah macumba candombe bámbula, this Puerto
ricAn leans
over
and says To me
Real
slow,
“everybody Is trying to get home.” and i’m
like, “aw
because it is
not
midnight and Will is dropping science liKe that. allow me to
tRanslate: there are neighborhoods
in america where a man says One
Simple
sentence
And
out
fLow the first seventeen discrete meanings of
ocean,
if your own weePing doesn’t split you
down
into equAl
monsoon, say, and gossip, if you can’T
stand
at the fRont door of
an
ancestral house and see a black saInt staring down at
you, no name, no if
your
story must have a whole other set of seCrets. you
must
Know what it’s
like
to if someone is even waiting you to Return.
yOur IDEA
of
home might not contain ways to call blood couSins
from
Another
time zone or just
shout
from the middle or
the
smiths who craft knives from hilt to tiP, who
cook blAdes
That
split
the wood oR carve the
rInd
from
flesh. i onCe
went to visit the men
who maKe the machetes of
the philippines. theRe
was a time, i didn’t care
where
knives came frOm, how the men
and
women Stoked the
embers
And dropped their
maLlets with a millimeter’s
Precision.
when
i wAs young,
i Thought
haRd who was the mad-dog you could
send
across a crowded bar. I thought hard how was
or
how you bring. in some neighborhoods of ameriCa,
is
down the fire just enough, so you could Kiss
the
knife and make it Ring.
what
happens when me and willie run intO each other on a
night in brooklyn? He ? we ?
not
really a queStion.
thAt’s an
ancestraL imperative: to hail any yellow or gypsy on an ode.
EDUARDO ORTIZ MORENO