|Memorials and pachangas for John will be held in San Francisco, Trinidad, Mexico City and New York.
Dawn without john
There is no long hand attached to that sassafras cane
There is no bulging yellow eyeball behind that magnifying glass reading la
That toothless mouth is not sucking on a joint.
There is no black pen cradled in the other hand ready to write
That fine fine brain can´t remember the history of mexico
Those new York ears can´t hear Coltrane or parker
My youngest daughter gabriela won´t be receiving a birthday present from her
beloved godfather or dogfather as he liked to say.
And zoe won´t be skyping with her abuelo tonight.
The apple trees are still blooming
The sun rose again and the moon is full
Our neighbor is threshing his harvest of wheat
And the roosters are crowing
48 hours ago I held you in my arms as you struggled and fought:
And then for the first time in your life you surrendered, gave in,
And took your last breath with the rising sun.
24 hours ago as the day dawned we cried and arminda and the saxophone of
Oscar el vampiro; street musician from mexico city; wailed over your cold
lifeless body ,and in one last act of defiance, Oscar and I smoked a joint
of the humboldt grass you smuggled into mexico , making it doubly illegal
and especially irreverent, blew the smoke over you, and stuck the roach in
Before you were baked we placed a pen in your hand
Compadre, I saw that smile on your face as you went up in flames with a
joint in your mouth and a pen in your hand.
It took two hours to turn you into ashes.
This dawn I am alone with those ashes, the flowers, the candles and Coltrane.
The beret, the magnifying glass, the leather vest, the keffiyeh, and the
sassafras cane are all wondering?
WILL THERE BE ANOTHER JOHN ROSS ?
Kevin Quigley Santiago Tzipijo jan 19 2011
John Ross Reading & Memorial
April 29 & May 1, 2011
|Panel discussion on
Casa Lamm, Mexico City
May 16, 2011
Write-up in La Jornada