By Robert Rivard
Carmen Tafolla, San Antonio’s first poet laureate, was on the job a little more than a month when she was called on to do why poet laureate’s do: compose and recite a “public poem.” Her poem “DO IT,” which she read Saturday morning at the TriPoint YMCA before an audience of several hundred people, appears below. The poem starts softly, then builds force and velocity as it progresses, exactly the aim of SA2020 on its near-decade long trajectory into the future. Tafolla read it clearly and forcefully, standing behind a podium. The ancient Greek in me wishes she had been standing alone on stage, with a microphone as the only concession to modernity.
Tafolla is a prolific writer, lecturer and educator. She’s held numbers faculty positions at different universities and is both a senior lecturer and writer-in-residence at UTSA. She’s published six volumes of poetry, eight children’s books, a collection of short stories, and now is at work on a biography of San Antonio labor activist Emma Tenayuca. You can peruse and buy her work here. Tafolla’s own impressive rise from San Antonio’s Westside barrio is an inspiring story in itself and makes her an ideal choice as the city’s first poet laureate in a time when creating equal education opportunities for inner city students is key to San Antonio achieving its potential as a great American city.
Mayor Julián Castro quoted the Athenian poet Plato in his own remarks yesterday, so it’s worth noting that the honor of poet laureate harkens back to the early Greeks and recalls the mythic image of Apollo wearing a laurel wreath, and such laurels later being awarded to great poets and athletes alike. Now there’s an idea: Accord our poets the same respect we give athletes. I am unaware of an actual laurel being presented to Tafolla, but if the City were to commission such a physical representation of the office, who better to create it, perhaps, than Gini Garcia?
Here is San Antonio Poet Laureate Carmen Tafolla and her first official poem. Please share it.
DO IT
May, 2012, San Antonio
a whisper of algo posible
a breath of dream
a shadow of vision
a twilit profile
of some possible future
Could we visualize?
Could we even
hope?
Could we put into daring words
our unborn yearnings
our unwritten goals
pale sprouts of wishes
not yet rooted enough
to have claimed their soil?
The meetings were set
for a building so large
we feared it would be half-empty
But the people came
and they came
and they came
arriving eagerly in cars and on bikes
in wheelchairs and on foot
by bus and by word of mouth
till the building overflowed
and a second space was needed,
absorbed the filling to the brim
Where CEOs met Homeless,
both passionate about the yearnings of their souls
and the beauty of their goals
Educators and Information Specialists
Environmentalists and Engineers
Historical Preservers and Advocates for Health
Parents of Young Children, Senior Citizens
Artists, Office Workers, Road Builders, Civil Rights Defenders
Guardians carving a sacred protection
gently, bravely, insisting on the possible
“PLEASE build everything Green, or not at all,” they said,
“Education is the Key that opens ALL the doors,” they said
“Fearless Innovation,” they said
“More Parks”, “Better Roads”
“Protect the People”
“Build it, Dream It, See it –
Big.
Clean.
Smart.”
Our pleas and plans waited —
breathless, carefully anointed.
Where Art students displayed their painted treasures
and the community college Jazz Band teased our ears, our lives
Where Travis High students wore placards that shouted
“Ask me about MY College Plans”
and a chanting chorus of 5th graders
performed the power of multiplication.
Where the homeless made the sandwiches for the meeting
Where the dreamers scribbled the questions for the next agenda
and the next
and the next
for a year of Dream It, Map It,
Dream It, Map It
* * * *
Now the seed of an idea grows tall,
the sweep of its cool shade consuming us
The dreaming, the mapping
become something we can ALMOST touch…
a passion stirs us
a possibility
a new surge of hope
From so many divergent paths
these people, the people of our pueblo
joined only by a vision
for a new world
one city, one family, many colors, many chords
Each meeting –a bold step forward on the path,
a new note in this symphony
of voices
all whispering, murmuring, drumming, shouting,
pulsing from their veins
the common, unspoken prayer
Just Do it
Do it
Do-o-o-o
It-t-t-t
Make It Come–brick by brick, stone by stone, law by law
life by life,
doors opening wide like the sunrise,
opening our eyes till at last, we see
what we CAN touch
what we WILL
reach.
– Poem by Carmen Tafolla,
Poet Laureate of the City of San Antonio
The bold, broad stroke of the unfortunate Ono.
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There is a poem whose title I have lost that has the line: “When you discover a poet, for God’s sake leave him alone.” Tafolla is a wonderful poet my prayer being that she will not have her powers too badly damaged by the fact that we have NOT left her alone but pulled her into the vortex of the public eye. Bill Grace