Excerpts from The World as Presence by Cuban writer Marcelo Morales Cintero, translated and with an introductory essay by Kristin Dykstra.
El mundo como ser (The World as Presence) is Marcelo Morales Cintero’s newest work. Like his previous books it has emerged in segments. The pattern is that some are first published in freestanding chunks but are destined to become part of a larger whole. Segments 1-12 of El mundo como ser were published as a preliminary sequence in 2013 (in Mandorla: New Writing from the Americas / Nueva escritura de las Américas 16). Morales has now completed subsequent sections and is consolidating his book-length manuscript.
One of the challenges of this translation is that we began our collaboration before he completed the entire book, so the final version may change. And while Morales has won a variety of literary prizes in the past, it’s also too soon to tell what kinds of institutional and artistic validations will come for this book after its Spanish-language publication, so I can’t argue for the value of the new work on these terms. I can only say that so far the reception of our excerpts in English translation has been enthusiastic.
There are opposing truths that motivate me to take up this project despite those apparent pitfalls. First and foremost: translators need to take risks sometimes. Or what are we really doing this for?
Translators need to take risks sometimes. Or what are we really doing this for?
Next, translation has its ways of facilitating life-giving dialogues between an author and his or her colleagues out there in the world. It’s exciting to get a project out there in English while the author is still so intensely involved with it, rather than leaving his work to languish in the usual lag time (years, decades, lifetimes) before translation arrives, if it arrives at all.
Furthermore, while Morales is younger than other Cuban poets who have built a greater international reputation today, he is also a writer mature enough to know himself even while taking new turns. His first book of poetry appeared in 1997, when he was twenty years old, and he has many other collections out already. Cuba is a place where older generations have held onto their dominance in many arenas, often with great accomplishments. No matter what their significance is, it’s still a mistake to overlook the energy of writers now in their thirties and forties.
El mundo como ser explores the vast interior spaces of the self, which figure prominently in Morales’ earlier poetry. The major difference is that the new book is more overtly involved with the recent history of the nation. In the sentences and fragments comprising El mundo como ser, Morales registers shifts in Cuba’s economy and society under the island’s new presidential leadership. Raúl Castro’s gradual and highly planned openings toward small-scale capitalism have begun to alter daily life for Havana residents. It is by no means clear what this much-hyped and much-debated state of transition will become for them in the long term. This fact, more than any concrete reference flitting past that I’ve taken time to confirm while completing the translation, is central to understanding El mundo como ser.
Morales’ lines of text manifest the “stippling” of presence in society – flecks and scratches of the ser, or one’s presence, or one’s being, one’s consciousness. His poems register a constant desire to confront the most essential features of life, to trace its contours and explore the range and complexity of human possibility within everyday life in Havana today. In search of these contours the speaker tends to focus on the edgings of death. The emotional intensities of his everyday quest sometimes seem to carry him toward numbness. Perhaps that alternation of intensity and numbness is essential for survival – but the speaker seems to wage war on numbness anyway. He is absolutely determined to explore the infinitude of spaces within the self, and to make room for love, a powerful and paradoxically internal escape from isolation.
Another significant tension that flows through the fragments of the larger manuscript is the desire to locate a viable political perspective, which brings a new layer of emotional risk into El mundo como ser. These poems clearly indicate a critical view of the status quo in Cuba, expressing distance from official rhetoric in a way characteristic of many citizens confronting the uncertainties of the twenty-first century. Do known dissident organizations, like the Damas de Blanco (the Ladies in White, a well-known opposition group) who appear in a few different places over the course of this book, offer a viable alternative? Might opposition cycle back into familiar (and potentially violent) polarizations between the current government and an all-too familiar version of the right wing? What sources of information are reliable on these matters? Absent greater certainty, where can hope reside?
–Kristin Dykstra
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De El Mundo como Ser (Fragmentos)
by Marcelo Morales CinteroLeía un poema de Gottfried Benn, hablaba de un cadáver sobre una mesa de disección, describía la manera en que tocaba el cerebro, la manera en que extraía su lengua y la ponía en un recipiente con agua “like flowers.”
Oí a una multitud gritando atrás por la ventana, una multitud gritando libertad.
Detrás iba una turba gritando cosas violentas.
Libertad, libertad.
Dejé los órganos en el búcaro, cogí mi cámara, me puse las botas sin medias y fui al edificio de prisiones.
Cuando llegué no vi ya a nadie, un guardia joven me dijo que por favor cogiera por la calle, sólo por hoy, me dijo.
Yo pensaba en los órganos de Gottfried.
Sentí emoción por la palabra libertad, creo que eran las madres, regresé a la casa, mientras subía las escaleras pensé, tu problema no es la cobardía, tu problema es
la indiferencia.
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From The World as Presence (Excerpts)
by Marcelo Morales CinteroI was reading a poem by Gottfried Benn, it talked about a cadaver on a dissection table, describing the way he touched its cerebellum, the way he extracted the tongue and placed it, “como flores,” into a receptacle with water.
Through the back window I heard a crowd shouting, a crowd shouting freedom.
Behind it a mob shouting violent things.
Freedom, freedom.
I left the organs on the jar, grabbed my camera, threw on my boots without socks and went out toward the prison bureau.
When I arrived I didn’t see anyone, a young guard told me to please walk in the street, just for today, he said.
I thought about Gottfried’s organs.
I was struck by hearing the word freedom, I think it was a protest by the mothers, I
returned to my house, as I was climbing the stairs I thought, your problem isn’t
cowardice, your problem is indifference.
translated from Spanish by Kristin Dykstra
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De El Mundo como Ser (Fragmentos)
by Marcelo Morales CinteroAyer mientras leía un poema político me tembló la mano. Sentí la presión del poder, mi
miedo al poder. Ayer, mientras leía, temblé, como la primera vez. Cuando salí, me
encontré en un bar con mis amigos, hablé de todo sin decirles nada. Oscar gritaba
borracho, la otra pedía tequila. Aunque nos quedamos, hace tiempo que nos fuimos.
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From The World as Presence (Excerpts)
by Marcelo Morales CinteroYesterday while I was reading a political poem my hand shook. I felt the weight of
power, my fear of power. Yesterday as I was reading I shook, just like the first time.
When I left I met friends in a bar, talked about everything while telling them nothing.
Oscar was drunk and shouting, someone else ordered tequila. Even though we stay
here, we left a long time ago.
translated from Spanish by Kristin Dykstra