Four poems by Daniel de Cullá

IN THE END

By Daniel de Culla

Now, at last, the truth can be told:
I’m in a head-land
Near to the sea.
Earth is a negative point
Is no-World
On the uproar of my one hand
Clapping the rock.
Moon is mounted over black horses (hairs and tails)
Life is passing as a computer specialist
And,   however
Our intelligence is a rabid canine intelligence
-vast, cool, unsympathetic
From the Dog star, Sirius
As Timothy Leary shall say.
Our open-names are born from the Etruscan
Erotic Poetry
And from the mysterious Man in Black
Who gave Jefferson
The design for the great deal
Of the United States
As Principia Discordia says.
Extraterrestrial and extra temporal origin
Are delusions, Hah¡
I am not that easily deceived.
In the end, there is not an in the end:
“Things will go on as they always have
Getting wider all the time
“Principia Discordia”.
We are all crazy, indeed¡
Do not reject the poem as falls
Because you are crazy
The reason that I am crazy, for example
Is because you are crazy.
Life is true, everything is true
Truth says to us
That all of this is false
Because in the end Life is a mirage
Giving to us only encouragement.
Look at me: 
I’m standing on end, singing:
“In the end, by day or night
All cats are dun”
“Don’t believe a saint who piss”
“If your mobile vibrates
Throw it to the Sea¡”




LOVERS LO...

Lovers look for this snowflake
From Victor Hugo’s Hauteville House’s Garden
Overlooking the sea
In St. Peter Port, Guernsey, Channel Islands
During his time in exile from France
From many ages ago
Precisely midnight
Dominique and Me reaching spiritual illumination
As the French author inspiration for many
Of his fine works
Including Les Miserables, and Toilers of the Sea
Teaching us
How to turn our miserable mess
Into a beautiful, joyful and splendid one
Saying to us from his statue:
“There’s no tyranny in the State of Exile.
Fortunately, you have a handbook that shows me
How to discover salvation
Through the pineal gland”.
Hugo described the Islands
As "fragments of France which fell into the sea
And were gathered up by England".
A Nazi bunker built by Germans
In the II War goes round all the island
One said:
“Chaos and strife are the roots
Of all fascist boots here”
I’m working in L’Ancress Bay Hotel
Today disappeared by a fire
As a night porter, first
And assistant of chef, afterward
The Bay is a flash of intense light
As though its very psyche
Is the fog returning
As Hugo’ spirit laughing
In happy anarchy.
I am alive and I can tell You as He:
“You are free”.
Dominique is a pretty whore
An employee of shop of clothes
Her eyes were as soft as feather
And as deep as eternity of shit.
Her body was the spectacular dance
Of atoms and universes
Pyrotechnic of pure energy
Opening her flourish haired vagina
Her cunt was my chaos
Disappointed to uncover only reference
To bloody Taoism
Revealing its scroll.
She was a diagram
Like a yin-yang with a pentagon on one side
And an apple on the other of her buttocks
Losing consciousness
In her Bloody Mary’ period
Being apparent that her experience
Had been whore
We discussing our strange encounter
And reconstructed from memory
The chimpanzee’s diagram
Of our Asses in Love, as Lovers Lo…




WORKINGS WITH INSPIRATION

To inspire, to aspire
Being not without pain
Inspiration: what instincts are in me?
What history?
Imagination possesses me
With the film adapted from the Alphonse Daudet
Short novel “Sappho”
Featuring Greta Garbo
Playing Yvonne Valbret
Artist’s model kept woman
And what it is for me to be human?
I want to be a man with other men
Falling in Love with her
What is she out there?
What brings anguish, what, joy?
Inspiration¡
Looking at this romantic melodrama
Portraying a Parisian belle
Illuminating every scene
Excitements capable to perform these
The present danger and resources
The known and yet unknown
And what will never be known
Be mystery, secret, and infinite
With multiple lovers
Inspiration, what do I wish?
What must I do?
Greta will be my teacher
With her inspiring or animating action or influence
And I to myself?
I come to act, as Van Gogh saying:
“I dream my panting and I paint my dream”
Or Allan Poe:
“I was never really insane except upon occasions
When my heart was touched”
Believing in the Mark Twain’s words:
“The two most important days in your life
Are the day you are born
And the day you find out why”.




BITCHES AND BEACHES

Making castles in Spain, as houses of sand cards
Children take many lives
Deer wishes of hunting
And Popeye’s old love letters to Betty Bob
Letters from the past
Letters from a sailor….
Salty air dilates our nostrils
Sea quacking the heart
Naked bodies are as tortillas on the hot sand
As such, image
As the turtle’s island.
Are we the Folks last species of the Planet?
Look here¡ look before you leap:
Bitches in Beaches
Are now coming
Who have received the logic of love
As a nutrient into the universe of ourselves.
They are coming
Coming to having a whole issue of her work
Coming to act.
We, the men, dig her name:
We are senses with the multiple voices-animal
Sea printing the voice-life of Earth.
Bitches in Beaches
Have been joined to the Wo/Man of Homo sapiens
In birthing now
While children coming to act
Destroying the sand castles as Quixote’s.





About the author: Daniel de Culla (1955) is a writer, poet, and photographer. He is also a member of the Spanish Writers Association, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, and others. Director of Gallo Tricolor Review, and Robespierre Review. He has participated in Festivals of Poetry, and Theater in Madrid, Burgos, Berlin, Minden, Hannover and Genève .He has exposed in many galleries from Madrid, Burgos, London, and Amsterdam. He is moving between North Hollywood, Madrid and Burgos, Spain. His address is in Burgos, just now. He has more than 70 published books.