Day One Hundred & Ten (22nd Dec) – Santiago

23 12 2010

Went for lunch in Mercado Central, a massive fish market in the heart of Santiago. As we approached the fish market we knew we were close, because the whiff of fish could be smelt from a few hundred metres. The salmon pink coloured building came into view, it was both a working fish market and place to eat fresh fish in a dozen or so restaurants.

Upon entering we suddenly felt like a piece of carrion one of those vultures I had been photographing would consume. Talk about hard sell. There was no questioning the freshness of the fish and the food was ok. However, for some reason we were very disappointed with the whole experience. The place was a bit of a tourist trap.

From there we headed over to Pablo Neruda’s place – the poet who upon starting our guided tour of his house realised we knew nothing about. When asked by the guide if we had any questions at the end of each section of the tour, Jen and I just looked and then shrugged at each other. You could almost hear the guide growing with disappointment to herself. The house was great; cool furniture and interesting architecture.

Here are one of his poems;

Carnal apple, Woman filled, burning moon,
dark smell of seaweed, crush of mud and light,
what secret knowledge is clasped between your pillars?
What primal night does Man touch with his senses?
Ay, Love is a journey through waters and stars,
through suffocating air, sharp tempests of grain:
Love is a war of lightning,
and two bodies ruined by a single sweetness.
Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity,
your margins, your rivers, your diminutive villages,
and a genital fire, transformed by delight,
slips through the narrow channels of blood
to precipitate a nocturnal carnation,
to be, and be nothing but light in the dark.

What the hell was that all about…

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2 responses

24 12 2010
Zed

I can’t believe he gets paid for his poetry. Sounded like a perverted poem to me, only eloquently delivered.

28 12 2010
jezandjennie

Judging by his house he makes quite a lot from his poetry…

Merry Christmas Zeid!

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