The dancer in the heart’s arena
moves his limbs like a spider
spinning out his thread of light.
I tend to resist technological advances, though I’m happy to have my cell phone and my computer. I’ve finally decided to set up a website because there’s a lot I still want to say, about my life, our human life on this earth, and my sadness for its erosion, and about what I still value and still wholeheartedly celebrate, and I hope in this way to reach more people. Much of what I’ve written – poetry, stories, essays – has not been published in English at all, and work I have published in Spanish, in Venezuela and Colombia, is no longer available.
The site is divided into two parts, one for each language I write in, with links between them. On both sides there are brief biographies and introductions to the site, as well as a list of links to works. The Spanish side contains one of my published books of poems, Legado de sombras, as well as two poem series not included in books; I mean to add my other books later. In Spanish also are a series of essays on archetypal and mythological subjects that were mostly published some years ago in the Saturday literary pages of the Caracas daily El Universal.
The English side is more complicated. Since very few of the poems (some of them versions of the Spanish poems, or the originals which I translated in the other direction, some existing only in English) have been published, I have used a large selection of them to combine with memories and ideas in a kind of autobiography, entitled Inhabiting Earth. There are two separate poem series and an attempt at a foundation myth, The Marriage of Wolf and Ship. The Dancing Gods is a short novel I wrote mostly for fun at a tense time in Venezuela, which uses political situations and spiritualism, a mother goddess cult, as its setting. Dog People includes a juvenile novel and a series of other stories written out of an obsession with an imaginary race of conscious dogs/wolves.
My subjects may seem out of date or irrelevant to some, though I know there are people to whom nature, mythological and archetypal insights, and the mind’s humors are still interesting. If I’m accused of being a romantic, I guess I have to accept it, though my kind of romanticism is, I believe, a way to embrace a wide swathe of reality. I’m old now and sometimes it seems that the ‘poetic truth’ I’ve spent my life trying to follow and defend is moving further and further out of reach, at least as a way of life for many. But we can still keep in touch with nature, even if it’s in the weather, and learn to deal with the gods, goddesses and spirits that have embodied the insights of past ages, and try to understand what we are doing on this earth. And be compassionate. Can’t we?
I would like these poems and stories to be enjoyed too. I’ve enjoyed writing them, and the experiences that went into them, though they’re mostly not about me. It’s decades since I lived in an English-speaking country, so my English won’t be colloquial to a contemporary ear, but I like to think it’s precise and clear, a good instrument for sharing my thoughts.