Found Poetry With Rosa
Rosa is characterized by quite a lot of intertextuality; I would even say that the text is a pastiche, or collage, or sorts. The author clearly finds pleasure in the acts of walking through the streets, absorbing the language swirling all around, weaving certain streams as well as bits and pieces into his or her own story. There is breathlessness, amusement, strangeness, defiance and eternal freshness to this sort of writing, for it is a mixture of the writer’s both lucid and nebulous internal ramblings and the ever-changing world’s ocean. The author somehow manages to unify many seemingly incompatible parts; Rosa is thus a piece of art. Prophetic art, hinting at postmodern experimentation. I am reminded of found poetry, which is the art of recycling already existing texts for one’s own purposes. In the spirit of this sort of poetic chaos, I decided to select some sections of Rosa and “find” poems within them. I was particularly attracted to the sections where Sol, certainly a minority at the time, makes an impassioned effort to clarify the history of the Americas and where Richard expresses his convictions in essays. Ultimately, you’ll see that new meaning emerges from the jumble, just as it does all throughout the text of Rosa.