Really, Vallejo in hell
"César Vallejo heard the footsteps of her mother fussing in the kitchen and humming a song. His voice was unearthly. Lit spaces and made them lose the weight and density of objects.
Listening to her, and inadvertently, Caesar dropped his coffee cup and that made no noise when it hits the ground. When the mother walked singing, the world regained the musical nature of their origin. The light was leaving. The streams and mountains, the wind and the trees seemed to sing. Night came, and even the moonlight began to tremble. "
"Now, do not tell us that this book is one hundred percent real," he claimed an Italian journalist on the occasion of the publication of my novel "Vallejo in hell" in that language.
Just read aloud the passage above, and although he considers beautiful, annoyed that a cup of coffee does not make noise when it hit the ground.
-No. Royal scrivener not answer.
- Ah ... Does what you write is not real?
"It's not real once. What is two, three and often more.
I say this for several reasons.
First: As I report in my novel, César Vallejo was actually a political prisoner and a candidate to spend time in jail or die suddenly punished for his socialist ideas. Critics and commentators of his work tend to spend only a few lines and sometimes petty, to this fact, which is essential in the quest of "Trilce" and understanding of that book and the country itself that gives birth.
Our poet was a witness and complainant in a criminal act occurred in Santiago de Chuco, its people, (1920) when egged on by the powerful, the police stationed there took up arms, attempted to eliminate local authorities and killed a friend of intellectual poet. With stones and with their own forces, prevented neighbors that became a genocide.
The lawsuit was filed against the police and their instigators. However, moved by mysterious forces, the Superior Court of Trujillo made it a judicial inquiry against the complainants and victims. The ad hoc judge sent to the scene Festin procedures, fabricated evidence, invented people, drew away and signatures from people under torture, was the confession of an alleged perpetrator of the crimes he claimed to have been armed by Vallejo.
When the poet's lawyer, asked that the alleged gunman was taken to the Court of Trujillo, "justice" sent him bound to the back of a mule under armed guard. In the middle of the road, his captors took him out of the animal and shot him dead on the grounds that he had tried to flee.
By coincidence, the ad hoc judge was also a lawyer of powerful companies where social uprisings had broken out, Casagrande, instead of coca offered wages and food rations for their workers, and Quiruvilca, the mine where thousands of Indians were pushed to work 20 hours a day until exhaustion, tuberculosis and death.
At the University of Trujillo, was born then a generation of young intellectuals attracted to socialism, anarchism or the single Christian idea of freeing the oppressed. Large companies and their agents wanted chastened, invent some sambenito and physically remove them if possible. Vallejo was the chosen victim, the incendiary, the terrorist of the time.
The second reason to argue the reality of my novel is something that is not usually count: Vallejo, one of the great poets of the Castilian language in the twentieth century, could not ever get back to their country. If he had, would have been taken immediately to hell in some dreadful prison. This is because the criminal proceedings instituted against him never died, and his enemies they moved about seeking the extradition.
The academic commentary obviate this, and refer to a laughable "passion metaphysics" its impossible return.
The third reason, finally, is that what was true in 1920 is repeated ad nauseam in our time. Quiruvilca, Vallejo-reported by its "Tungsten" and raised in my book "Vallejo in hell" - looks deeply into the present day to Yanacocha. This gold mine, the richest in the world, is located in Cajamarca, a region "Vallejo" in which seventy percent of the population suffers extreme poverty. The allegations of pollution are common. Finally, the priests who lead the protest are threatened by death and pursued by a band of outlaws in close relation to the body of mine safety.
"Friend Gianluigi .- I say to the journalist. "You're right. "Vallejo in hell" is not real once. What is time and again. I hope not for long. And it is also true that a hired bandit, armed with a hammer, the poet hoped to finish him in the darkness of the dungeon where he spent his first night.
These are realities diabolical. Other, very different are the realities poetry. And play them, it is true that the coffee cup floated. And it is also true that:
"When the mother walked singing, the world regained the musical nature of their origin. The light was leaving. The streams and mountains, the wind and the trees seemed to sing. Night came, and even the moonlight began to tremble. "
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May 28, 2009 9:32 a.m.
