A few months ago, I brought to light a new poetry book, Enlightenment of Derangement, which reunites twenty-seven poems written along seven years. It can be said that it’s filled with images and metaphors about dreams, the night, beauty, eternity, love, God. It’s a work of illuminations and insanities written by someone who has experienced madness, but has also seen the happiness and joy of existence.
Here I copy a poem from the book, which is available on Amazon:
THE LAST STAR
Any attempt on my part to say something about it,
to attempt explanation of the inexplicable, could only destroy it.
She howls into the night,
the roaring smells like revolution;
she wants to descend,
there’s always a deeper sea,
but the mouth is not grand enough;
she is thirsty
but the ocean is not moist enough.
She howls into the light,
the shining sparks freedom,
she wants to ascend;
there’s always a larger universe,
but the sun is not bright enough.
She travels in time,
but the heart is not cold enough.
She sings into the sky,
the melody shines like a starry night;
she intends to forget,
─there’s always a wider sea;
a louder world,
a darker song,
but the words are not strong enough.
She asks for a return ticket
to a strange land,
somewhere near the line that crosses the horizon,
between the sea and the infinite.
But, oh! Butterflies…
She can’t find her wings,
did someone steal them?
She wishes she could ascend,
break the wind with her skin.
–S t a r t a r e v o l u t i o n.
Her spirit howls,
she howls into the mystery of life,
she explodes like a billion Big Bangs.
It is better to expand her voice
than scratch silence
and die alone.
But she is solitary,
and wants to die;
because peace can be found in eternal silence,
and perhaps even Goddess might find her.
She is thirsty;
her words smell like revolution,
but poetry is not enough,
her soul breaks,
and she disappears with the last star
that will find a firmament.
© Enlightenment of Derangement
© Karina Luz
Fijman used to say that madness is: «The highest path and the deserted one». What are we ignoring about reality that makes us think we are sane? We live in a sick world, violence is all around, absurd habits, absurd philosophies; the ones we call «insane», «mad» perhaps are able to see beyond social structures. Carlos Oquendo de Amat was a peruvian poet, and once he wrote: «I was afraid, so I came back from insanity». I can tell you for sure that I am perfectly insane: I can’t accept a world in which misogyny rules, where half the population is being murdered because of their gender. I can’t accept a world in which «being sane» means women must pretend to be weak to please men. I am crazy, because I live my life in solitude, because I have principles, because I believe in human dignity, because I believe in women’s independence and empowerment.
It’s been a fascinating journey to write Enlightenment of Derangement, like when one sows a moon in the face of a rose to harvest a timeless eclipse. This is my third book, and I treasure it in a special way because it not only talks about poetry, but my literary self: my life is a poem, and there’s nothing left to say.