A Tryptic from Catalonia

Before O-1

Silence

between
VOTAREM!1

and the rebel din
each night at ten

CACEROLADA2

Els carrers seran
sempre nostres!3

IN-DE-PEN-DENCIA!
IN-DE-PEN-DENCIA!
IN-DE-PEN-DENCIA!

Not tired
or pensive
both.

Our triangular dance
Castellano
English
Catalan stumbles.

It was never graceful
these things aren’t.

What happens?

¿en domingo?

                no ho sé

      ¿y después?

                      ¡Joder!4


Suzanna is from Madrid
her support is unconditional

but not without discomfort.

¿Dónde está el tricolor?
¿la alegoría?
5
Our answer comes,
with love.
You sound like mis padres!6

I met José with Pau
they took me to the fossars
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At La Paterna.

Stood by a low wall
and its pock marks

flag clasped
¡No Pasarán!7
we cried.

And tonight
Estelada draped
beaneath correfoc sparks.

the same words.

Speeches
Anna Gabriel
toda en femenina8
bent arm, clenched fist salutes.

.
A shoulder tap and
Pau hushed whsipers

“Hombre, ella es como La Passionaria9

It´s like listening to Dolores”

After the Declaration

Trance like
on Paralell
thought I saw
Anna Gabriel
she looked sad
tired 

people do.

But nights still sprawl
beneath long stares
black humour
strange mood


I babbled
in the bubble
on Sepulveda.
Smiling swine
shouldered rifles. 


Friends played
pick up sticks
with deft touch

I watched as
they listened
we laughed
all drank and again


til in Esquerra de L’Eixample
with Marc and Nestor
I rolled fat cigarettes
they clicked chips
laid cards on felt.


Held faces.
The lost, gained
and gambled,
weekends
were discussed.

Saturday followed
with Pau and Belen,
as loving as ever.
we met at Fontana,
crissed Gracia’s cross

third
(but fourth)
on a corner block, paella
with Migi that triangular dance
again, which wine makes easy

and the name game
whilst we waited on thunder.

Up The Mountain

On Monday Joan and I
sat bitten on Blai

between castle shade
and the neon lit mill.

Rattle drained glasses
gulped pintxos
and grins.

Qué rico!10

We made for the tube lights
subterranean bookstall
up the mountain
frozen suburbs.

Tens Foc?11

Yellow ribbon smile
below grey bouffant
atop cream jacket,
an offered flame

by the monastery
near somewhere
I often used to be
and left for France
without knowing.
Where we met. 


Say-day-eray
Republica, Ara
Fora les forces
d’ocupació12

circles
and iced hands
raised and shaken

Like autumn in Paris
spring in Athens had been.
A broiling June
in Rostock

Ajuntament 13

a zebra stripe of letters in bold.

LLIBERTAT PRESOS POLITICS14

SPOTLIGHT

plummet thud woken
from evening daydreams

¡Viva el Rey!
¡Viva Cristo el Rey!
¡Arriba España!
¡La alcadesa a prisión!
15

clickclack

record
brittle egos

blade keen
tailor cuts
and toddling ultras

their willing.

1 We will vote! (Catalan)

2A pots and pans noise protest common across Latin American, Spain and Catalonia

3The streets will always be ours (Catalan)

4On Sunday? (Castellano) I don’t know (Catalan) and after? Fuck! (Castellano)

5Where is the tricolour, the allegory?

6My parents (Castellano)

7They Shall Not Pass! (Castellano)

8All in the feminine (Castellano)

9Man, she sounds like La Passionaria (Castellano)

10Delicious! (Castellano)

11 Got a light? (Catalan)

12CDR (Committee to Defend the Republic) Republic, now. Occupying forces leave (Catalan)

13Local council offices (Catalan)

14FREEDOM FOR POLITICAL PRISONERS (Catalan)

15 Long live the king! Long live christ the king! Up Spain! The mayoress to prison! (Castellano)

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