Frank Sherlock
Frank Sherlock es un poeta de EE.UU., y el segundo poeta laureado de Filadelfia.
Obras
Libros
Space Between These Lines Not Dedicated, ixnay press (2014)
The City Real & Imagined (w/ CAConrad), Factory School: Heretical Texts v.5 (2010)
Over Here, Factory School: Heretical Texts v.4 (2009)
Ready-to-Eat Individual (w/ Brett Evans), Lavender Ink (2008)
Chapbooks
Neighbor Ballads, Albion Books (2013)
Very Different Animals, Fact-Simile Press (2012)
Don't Forget Me in the Dimension You Choose to Live, Splitleaves Press (2010)
Feast Day Gone & Coming, Cy Gist Press (2010)
Over Here, Katalanche Press (2008)
Daybook of Perversities & Main Events, Cy Gist Press (2007)
Quatro, Dusie Press (2007)
Wounds in an Imaginary Nature Show, Night Flag Books (2007)
Spring Diet of Flowers at Night, Mooncalf Press (2006)
ISO, Furniture Press (2004)
End/Begin w/ Chants (w/ CAConrad) Mooncalf Press (2001)
Thirteen, Ixnay Press (1998)
Antologías
BOOG Philly Reader, BOOG Books (2012)
Journeys South, City of Philadelphia Mural Arts Program (2011)
OWS Anthology, People's Library (2011)
Elective Affinities, CSR Cooperative (2010)
Sturm and Drang: New Orleans Anthology, Big Bridge/ Trembling Pillow Press (2009)
Landscapes of Dissent: Guerrilla Poetry & Public Space, Palm Press (2008)
No Border No Cry
Olvida que tus bailarines estaban fuera de la ley
Olvida el hambre
Olvida el genocidio
Olvida que Walt Whitman te odia
Olvida tu cara distante reflejada como la del Otro
Olvidan que te hicieron policía para demostrar que eres capaz de obedecer
Olvida las viviendas sociales
Olvida que la Ley de Extranjería y Sedición fue creada porque no se puede confiar en ti
Olvida la vergüenza que fue lanzada sobre ti en forma de banderas de contención
Olvida que te hicieron implorar ser blanco
Olvida tus días paganos de brujería y el desenfreno que hace que el poder se ponga
nervioso
Olvida el Temor Rojo
Olvida los himnos de los trabajadores organizados que tan a menudo van acompañados por danzas irlandesas
Olvida a los brigadistas cosechando café sandinista en las colinas
Olvida 1649
Olvida las rebeliones de esclavos en Barbados luchando hombro a hombro con los africanos
Olvida que todavía te dicen flojo y borracho
Olvida que te colgaron una y otra vez
Olvida que el Imperio cambió su receta para absorberte
Olvida que dijeron que eras salvaje
Olvida al que llamaron "Castro en mini-falda"
Olvida África Olvida Palestina Olvida a un St. Michael quemándose en American Street &
Conviértete en un promotor de la Gran Casa
Conviértete en un Rizzocrata
Conviértete a la Asociación de Defensa del Ulster aquí en el Suroeste o en el Sur de
Boston
Conviértete en un erudito en la Biblia de bolsillo de Cromwell
Conviértete en un carnicero de Shankill
Conviértete en un defensor de la corona por la recompensa de ser digno de usar la blancura
Conviértete en el cabeza de fiambre que asesinó a Fred Hampton
Conviértete en el Voluntario del Año
Conviértete en un francotirador en la 60ª y Springfield
Conviértete en alguien que Domina el “agarrar el látigo”
Conviértete en “Top Gun” Stephen McKeag
Conviértete en un defensor de la aplicación de la ley
Conviértete en una víctima de la fatiga de la compasión
Conviértete en un portavoz de la detención sin cargos
Conviértete en un negador del Holocausto
Conviértete en contra de la inmigración
Conviértete en Sean Hannity
Conviértete en un miembro titular de las instituciones que en el fondo te odian
Conviértete en un amnésico
Conviértete en un nuevo nativista
Conviértete en un pirómano de iglesias
Conviértete en un quemador de cruces o
Recuerda a los Provos Negros
Recuerda a Assata cuando pienses en Joe Doherty
Recuerda las raíces del Derry Libre en el Berkeley Libre
Recuerda a tus parientes como gente en barco desde Cork Saigón o Alepo
Recuerda el lirio de agua que hay que usar en Pascua & en el Día Internacional de los
Trabajadores
Recuerda lo irlandés del Che Guevara
Recuerda el momento de silencio por los mártires del Parlamento Indio
Recuerda a Fanny Howe
Recuerda a Mac Maharaj
Recuerda que tu gente se hizo portorriqueña
Recuerda a los Trabajadores Industriales del Mundo en los muelles de Filadelfia organizando a los irlandeses & a los polacos & a los afro-americanos
Recuerda a los presos palestinos que sacaban a escondidas cartas de apoyo a Sinn Fein
Recuerda a los desertores del batallón de San Patricio
Recuerda la luna saliendo sobre Sharpeville
Recuerda a los Berrigans forjando misiles en rejas de arado
Recuerda la marcha del Domingo Sangriento modelada en Selma-Montgomery
Recuerda que Nelson Mandela nunca te olvidó
Recuerda la calle Bobby Sands en el centro de Teherán
Recuerda a los Panteras que les dieron la llave de Nueva York
Recuerda que la justicia en el Norte es sobre hacer justicia primero
Recuerda a Guantánamo cuando pienses en las huelgas de hambre
Recuerda que sin fronteras no hay llanto
Traducción de Carlos Soto Román
No Border No Cry
Forget that your dancers were outlaws
Forget the famine
Forget genocide
Forget that Walt Whitman hates you
Forget your distant reflected face as the Other
Forget that they made you police to prove that you could obey
Forget the tenaments
Forget that the Alien & Sedition Act was created because you couldn’t be trusted
Forget the shame that was thrown over you in the form of flags to contain
Forget that they made you beg to be white
Forget your witchy pagan days & the wildness that makes power nervous
Forget red scares
Forget anthems of organized labor that were accompanied so often by reels
Forget brigadistas harvesting Sandinista coffee in hills
Forget 1649
Forget slave rebellions in Barbados fighting shoulder to shoulder with Africans
Forget that you’re still called lazy & drunk
Forget you were hanged over & over again
Forget that Empire changed their recipe to absorb you
Forget that they said you were savage
Forget who they called “Castro in a mini-skirt”
Forget Africa Forget Palestine Forget a burning St. Michael’s on American Street &
Become a Big House enforcer
Become a Rizzocrat
Become UDA here in Southwest or South Boston
Become well-versed in Cromwell’s Pocket Bible
Become a Shankill Butcher
Become a crown grunt for the reward of being able to wear whiteness
Become a ham-head who murders Fred Hampton
Become Volunteer of the Year
Become a sniper at 60th & Springfield
Become someone who Master lets hold the whip
Become top gun Stephen McKeag
Become an apologist for law enforcement
Become a victim of compassion fatigue
Become a mouthpiece for detention without charge
Become a holocaust denier
Become against immigration
Become Sean Hannity
Become a dues-paying member of institutions that hate you deep down
Become an amnesiac
Become a new Nativist
Become a church arsonist
Become a burner of crosses or
Remember Black Provos
Remember Assata when you think of Joe Doherty
Remember Free Derry’s roots in Free Berkeley
Remember your kin as boat people from Cork Saigon or Aleppo
Remember the lily to be worn on Easter & Mayday
Remember the Irishness of Che Guevara
Remember Indian Parliament’s moment of silence for martyrs
Remember Fanny Howe
Remember Mac Maharaj
Remember your people became Puerto Rican
Remember the IWW on Philadelphia docks organizing Irish & Polish & Black
Remember Palestinian prisoners who smuggled out letters of Sinn Fein support
Remember San Patricio Battalion deserters
Remember the rising of the moon over Sharpeville
Remember the Berrigans beating missiles to ploughshares
Remember the Bloody Sunday March modeled on Selma-Montgomery
Remember Nelson Mandela never forgot you
Remember Bobby Sands Street in downtown Tehran
Remember Panthers who were gifted the key to New York
Remember Justice in the North is about justice first
Remember Guantanamo when you think of the hunger strikes
Remember No Border No Cry
Frank Sherlock
Fuentes:
https://organizeyourown.wordpress.com/special-projects/frank-sherlock/
https://soundcloud.com/danieltuckerchicago/no-border-no-cry-by-frank-sherlock
From It’s Time
The bird
called tomorrow
extends into
infinite presence
Its beak peeks
in & out of
an open cage
appearing to
be large &
too small
We have already
flown w/o
knowing what
it was called
from The City Real & Imagined: Philadelphia Poems
third walk
The present & the deep
past share walls
Sadistic exploits
document/ed
neighborhood living on
the bacchanal panels
This is pure hell or the punk
rock origins
of a city Another
day in the life of
a spider
Conrad fixes Molly's computer while I tour
Araki's Tokyo. Stickmen. Someone said it
out loud & my brother is at the East Side
Club in 1982. "Old head." Oh bondage up
yours. We echo this in different languages.
Each of us borrow an eye from Robert the
Bruce, watching the spider legs dangle.
Out of
the coffin & into
the nightlife
faux robotic
figures on the blinking
ground floor
\baby blue\
Weirdly elegant
limbs & viscera
cute boys girls
in uniform
spaceship over
the dancespace
\scarlet orange\
Strap-on baby
dolls spacehooker
garb pills
sweat cute girls
boys in uniform fish
fumes morning
\dawnshadow black\
Tribes of rearrangers
gleam
rugged inner edges
shapes hover
poised to occupy
this liminal space
of raised (unchanged)
expectation
Bones reclothed boards
collected this
poem this wall
only emphasizing
an illusion of closure
The book
in this hand I
wish I couldn't
read for just
a moment There's
a dog
up there all
it takes is a dwarf
star to get
me thru this
just one
fucking star in
the sky
fourth walk
Fire
Chicken
gobble gobble
that's
our
bird
Fire
Chicken
presides
over
the secret
brotherhood
Fire
Chicken
shares
bald
eagle
shreds
Sirens
under
the bridg
our
Fire
Chicken's
in some
real
trouble
This is the new world disordered
Cast concrete
sand-blasted perspectives
of a world park in glass
mosaic
Lunch is being eaten
on every continent
Gold cones fleck
lava outside
the hotel lobby
Let's have a sandwich
Art critic Douglas Blau called Ned Smyth's
installation at 12th & Ludlow a "backdrop
for meditation and impassioned play." A
man sits under a palm w/ a banana. His
outfit changes from moment to moment.
He is wearing a parka. A yeaumolka. A
kilt. A kimono. A fez.
(Oil Bottle Poems Found in Harry's Occult Shop)
Lucky Root
Lucky Hand
Hi John Con
Lucky Black Cat
__________
Oriental Love
Come to Me
True Love
French Love
__________
Happy Marriage
Intimacy
Trust Me
You Me Forever
__________
G is for geometry
G is everywhere
G is glowing over
Ben Franklin's shoulder
Quick w/ the dip
& improv
in the shop
the orgy in the lodge
of the 9 muses
He watches us
in his apron wig & beaver
If drag queens ruled the world
no kabals no secrets
the temple of solomon
could be re-imagined differently
Conrad: " We need to look at some
chocolate after that experience." A
chocolate ear on a plate is sold as
"The Mike Tyson Special." A choc-
olate man I think is Teddy Roosevelt
is nobody, really. I'm seeing Masons
everywhere.
fifth walk
George Evans saw a sign in a saloon
painted in gold letters:
"A man who dies rich dies disgraced."
A. Carnegie- Liar, Philanthropist, Thief
Under it in red:
"You can't eat books."
A. Worker- Robbed & Cheated
Shoes soundtrack
evening rushing down
bronze station angels
to take the wounded
away
Watchers
tunnel
home to trains where
is
this
home is
this the place
S O B E R
1 letter per pane in
the fourth floor
factory windows
A bum lies down
in the gravel
tired of throwing
rocks
at
the glass
no ladders
no steps to
the spire
Sun beats
on the drafts
up there
the crucified bird
the crucified christ
the resurrections
waiting to escape
the tower
A secret admirer of Thomas Eakins
marked the site of his studio with a
plaque. The woman working at the
Valu-Plus says the workspace has
been sealed for 40 years. I've been
told I look like Eakins in a black
turtleneck. Some days the room up
there looks like mine.
Rolling stone
lips
light the parking
lot wall
Rolling stone
kiss taste the salt
of
the
earth
A bronze keeps me
company on a locust
walk bench
he whispers
"Genius deviance where would I be without it"
I touch
his knee
I answer
I hear you man
I hear you
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