Wire up my mind to
The seeds are roasting on my chest
I can only think
I blame the birds for
My sympathy to god
God must be larks
Maps taking shape
Still having hopes
When light gets
Dark and we get scared
Flee Flee Flee
Mean kids playing free
In the park
And me here wanting to grab what I can’t grab
Because I keep my hands on the keyboard
Instead of plugging them into the wet ground
Spring is bringing back the thrill
Self-pity is leaning towards the edge
And embrace the risk
Ãngel was born in Barakaldo, Basque Country, northeastern Spain around 1976. Currently, he is a professor of English at the University of the Basque Country where he has been teaching literature, poetry and history as well. Some of his short stories have been published in Deia newspaper and some other anthologies after being winners of contest such as Villa de Gordexola, Ciudad de Eibar or Ortzadar–all of them in the Basque Country. In the last few years all his creative efforts have been focused on his dissertation on Phyllis Barber’s work and some other scholarly stuff but he still got some time to publish a short story in a Chilean literary magazine and poetry in WIZ. All his poems in Spanish remain unpublished, waiting for the day Ãngel feels confident enough to find an outlet for them.
3 thoughts on “Wire Up My Mind To by Ãngel Chaparro Sainz”
Ha! Love it. So much humor and rejoicing. And I think I was just schooled, big time…thanks for schooling me.
I can think of two interpretations of the speaker in this poem: one, shall we say, autobiographical for the poet, one based on someone else. Which is it, may I ask?
Sarah, thank you for your kindness. Mark, the answer is quite simple and it sounds a bit trivial, but, it is poetry, so what I really care for is the interpretation of the reader. The speaker is dull and flimsy, nobody should care about him. At least, in this case. Thank you both for taking the time to read carefully and talk about it. I really appreciate it.