If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

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‘Bout the bard-

Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto, born July 12th, year 1904,
deceased on September 23rd, 1973. The man who first adopted the name for the sake of the page, and then assumed it with all legal formalities.  The man known as Pablo Neruda. The winner of the Noble Prize for Literature in the year 1971.

As a poet alone, he played many parts. From being a child prodigy at ten, popular as Pablo Neruda,  while still in his teens, a dirty lover to many, a chronicler of historic epics, a capable communist and a prosaic self portraitist, among others. The words of the bard however, ofttimes came down in green ink, which was his characteristic representation of longing and promise.

The year 1948 saw the then Chilean president Gabriel González Videla, abolish communism in the country. Neruda, who was then a member of the senate on behalf of the Chilean Communist Party, had an arrest warrant issued in his name. A period…

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SEATTLE, WA – SEPTEMBER 26: Chris Cornell and Tom Morello perform together for the “15 Now” Benefit Show at El Corazn on September 26, 2014 in Seattle, Washington. (Photo by Suzi Pratt/FilmMagic)

BuzzWord will be a segment where we get nosy about our favorite artist’s social life. Truly touched by the emotional out-pour by Rage Against the Machine and Audioslave guitarist Tom Morello, on the death of his AudioSlave band mate, Chris Cornell. Verses Inked pays homage to the friendship, the association and its contribution to the world.

Tom Morello, with multiple genre bending musical acts, a bagful of guitar tricks, and a few famed guitars can afford to have a busy timeline. Yet Morello sure is a man of measured notes. In one ridiculous video he chucks his soul power, customized fender stratocaster, only for a crew member to delightfully catch it for safekeeping. The post accompanied by some honest words of wisdom regarding love and relationships.

“ If you love someone set them free. If they come back, they’re yours; if they don’t they never were. ” -Thus spake the artist about his own gimmick.

Video URL: [ https://www.facebook.com/TomMorello/videos/10155428540359273/ ]

Otherwise there are numerous socio-political causes which Morello supports. With having his views on the future of rock and humanity published in LA Weekly, to contributing content for Chelsea Manning Benefit Compilation. An initiative by a number of luminaries among whom are Thurston Moore, Graham Nash, Against Me! And others including, yours’ truly Tom Morello.

Also on Morello’s timeline you will find appreciation for Canadian author, journalist and social activist, Naomi Klein’s new publication, No is Not Enough – Resisting Trump’s shock politics and winning the world we need. “ Essential reading for resistance ! – Tom Morello says in his post on Facebook.

Then there are the basic promotional post for the release of the debut song, unf**k the world, from the latest super-group that Morello is part of, Prophets of Rage, inspired by the Public Enemy song of the same name from the album- It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold us Back. The band constitutes of Morello on guitar, Tim Commerford on backing vocals and bass, and Brad Wilk on drums. All three have been previously together in Rage Against the Machine and Audioslave. The remaining members of this galactic gathering consists of Hip-Hop artist Chuck-D and DJ Lord from Public Enemy and rapper B-Real from the band Cypress Hill.

From early impressions the song is heavy on hip-hop backed by funk rock, thrash metal RHTM influence. Morello is simply sublime with his notework and chords which climaxes to a solo of some reckoning. With the facility of of an in house DJ, and Morello’s affection for pedals and processors, you could be assured of a lot of effects and texture to the sound. The video of the song hovers on the lines of pop angst. With multiple clips of meat processing, pharmaceutics, infantries, the here and now Republican America and the band tearing the stage apart in their 2016 Make America Rage Again tour.

 

Tom Morello – In Memory of Chris Cornell:

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Most of Morello’s recent timeline is all in memories of Chris Cornell. There are a number of posts to pick from. Foremost among which is a poem composed by Morello for Cornell.

 

You’re a prince, you’re a snare, you’re a shadow

You’re twilight and star burn and shade

You’re a sage, you’re a wound shared, you’re masked

You’re a pillar of smoke, you’re a platinum heart

You’re a brush fire, you’re caged, you’re free

You’re vision pierces, you do not see

You are pieces strewn on the hillside

You’re open armed, you’re armed, you’re true

You’re a revealer of visions, you’re the passenger, you’re a never fading scar

You’re twilight and star burn and shade

You’re the secret veiled, you’re the secret revealed, you’re surrounded no more

You’re not there, now you’re always here

Youre a handsome groom, a loving father, a haunted stairwell

You’re the clear bell ringing, the mountains echo your song

Maybe no one has ever known you

You are twilight and star burn and shade

Among other mentions of the late singer by his bandmate include a quote of the lyrics written by Chris for the Audioslave number – Shadow of the Sun.

 “Shapes of every size
Move behind my eyes
Doors inside my head
Bolted from within
Every drop of flame
Lights a candle in
Memory of the one
Who lived inside my skin… I can tell you why the end will never come I can tell you I’m the shadow on the sun”. 
Chris Cornell, Shadow On The Sun   

– Tom Morello Facebook Post 28.5.17

 

A hearfelt au revoir:-

 Farewell, Sunshower. Goodbye, Shadow King. Until we meet again, sweet friend, break your rusty cage and run…

– Tom Morello Facebook Post 28.5.17

 

Some exclusive Seattle grunge scene trivia:

#ChrisCornell & #AndrewWood were good friends and roommates in Seattle. Chris sang for #Soundgarden, Andrew sang for #MotherLoveBone (who were signed to MCA by @goldie.momandpop). Andrew overdosed and died. Chris wrote songs for Andrew that became the #TempleOfTheDog album. Some of the guys from Mother Love Bone formed a new band briefly called Mookie Blaylock before they settled on a permanent name…#PearlJam. Some of those dudes, including their new singer #EddieVedder played/sang on Temple Of The Dog record. Pearl Jam needed a drummer so Eddie called his old pal, #bradwilk. Didn’t work out so Brad came home and helped form #RageAgainstTheMachine, who were then signed by @goldie.momandpop to Pearl Jam’s new label, Epic. Soundgarden, Pearl Jam and RATM all rocked the planet mightily (and we’re all produced and/or mixed by #BrendanObrien). Soundgarden & RATM broke up and dudes from those bands formed #Audioslave, who also rocked the planet (also produced by Brendan). Audioslave broke up but later Soundgarden, RATM, Temple Of The Dog and Audioslave all reunited at one point or another. Then Chris Cornell passed away and now he and his good friend Andrew Wood are roommates once again.

– Tom Morello Facebook Post – 28.5.17

 

And a best of Chris Cornell tribute anthology:

Here are some of my favorite Chris Cornell videos- from Soundgarden badassery, to epic Audioslave in Cuba, to acoustic duetting in a tiny Seattle night club.

Enjoy and keep Chris in your memory.

– Tom Morello Facebook Post – 23.5.17

 

May the power, rest in peace.

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Daffodils

daffodils them pretty things
prettier still how tequila stings
daffodils then, them go rude
you sweat it out like an ice cube
daffodils trampled underfoot
circumscribed with salt and soot
still daffodils burn bedecked
now not grenadine, its triple sec
now daffodil you killing time
quit plating up your spot of lime
you daffodil left to decay
shaken, stirred, as you may
if daffodil still be your name
then i chose to stay what i became

 

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If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda

‘Bout the bard-

Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto, born July 12th, year 1904,
deceased on September 23rd, 1973. The man who first adopted the name for the sake of the page, and then assumed it with all legal formalities.  The man known as Pablo Neruda. The winner of the Noble Prize for Literature in the year 1971.

As a poet alone, he played many parts. From being a child prodigy at ten, popular as Pablo Neruda,  while still in his teens, a dirty lover to many, a chronicler of historic epics, a capable communist and a prosaic self portraitist, among others. The words of the bard however, ofttimes came down in green ink, which was his characteristic representation of longing and promise.

The year 1948 saw the then Chilean president Gabriel González Videla, abolish communism in the country. Neruda, who was then a member of the senate on behalf of the Chilean Communist Party, had an arrest warrant issued in his name. A period when the poet was expatriated from his home country. An important event, in an individual’s life, no matter how ephemeral or prolonged the period of exile is.

 

The Song’s Tale-

As per most expectations, it was during this period that Neruda composed the verses the we shall hereupon discuss.   If You Forget Me, what necessity would translate it as. Si Tu Me Olvida, as would have had Neruda made it sound in Spanish  The piece may be looked upon as an intonated address by the poet, to his beloved country. As it is perhaps with every communist,  patriotism is rubbed upon duty free. Yet, as so often it is with a practitioner of poetry, they would always have a lover for an alibi. At the time the verse was composed, the poet was in matrimony to Delia del Carril, an Argentine writer in her own rights.  Yet the poem is believed to be  addressed towards lady, Matilde Urrutia, who was at that time a lover to the poet, and later would go onto marry him.

While translation leaves us paralyzed. There is only as much of it we could comprehend, and consider the rest to be bitter cost. For the reader in the other language would never come to know the subtle nuances of dialogue, like lifting iron, or iron been lifted. And, more so in case of Neruda, who remains to be one of the most difficult to translate authors of his language. This is the reason why only a minuscule section of the author’s body of work is available for readers in English.

 

A few English translations of the piece in discussion may be chanced upon, on the internet.  Yet as it is with poetry so often, that all is not dependent on the arrangement of the words, as a lot of it is taken care of in the essence of it. So in this case there is the crystal moon,  and the slow autumn, the impalpable ash, and to be beheld,  the wrinkled body of the log.
Among necessary ingredients that constitute poetry, could be considered abstraction. Abstraction as a process of preoccupation, as a mode of conception. Abstraction as a form of art itself. The same the poet utilizes, in this case to the fullest of his potential. Certain parallels could be drawn in between the state of the author emotionally, and that of Homer’s Odysseus. In the lines which speak of sailing across metaphorical dividing expanses. Sound, sight and touch disintegrated like humble vessels, lost on the ocean, intended to be bound towards the island where the lover awaits.

The entire body of the piece is a straight dialogue to the lover. What if she walks away, what if she decides to come back. What of the love, what of heart. What of the quest of the heart, and those of the lips of the lover. What of the familiar shores which holds back the heart. The heart devoid of love, would it not go looking out. What of the fire, how long shall last the fuel, the implacable sweetness of destiny. How do each end up with their arms. How every measured step either drive the lovers apart, or bring them ever so close together Thus spake the poet.  Such were the lines.

Please find below a reading of the piece done by Madonna.