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The Sacred Calendar
The Sacred Calendar
The Sacred Calendar
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The Mayan Calendar called the Cholq’ij [in K’che’ language (Tzolkin in Yucatan Mayan language)] is an amazing work of accuracy and precision. Its exact origins are debatable although I think it may be the creation of the Mixtec Indians of the Oaxaca region. In 1996 I flew to Mexico for what was supposed to be a two week vacation. I first went to Bacalar in the Yucatan but soon moved to Oaxaca. I spent time later in Chiapas (mostly Palenque and San Cristóbal de las Casas) and Guatemala. Seeing the great pyramids in Tikal, Guatemala was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. I was quite sick upon arrival and was having terrible bouts of diarrhea as I was walking the path to Temple No. 4. I was in the middle of bout of watery bowel movement in a quiet part of the rainforest. I was squatting, sweating, moaning and looking down. I had noticed before how Dung Beetles materialize out of nowhere when you leave a dump. I was watching for them, deeply trying to survive the pain. My neck was craned and hurt so I looked up and there it was: Temple Four -- the amazing temple that towers over the rainforest -- peeking its head out over the Ceiba trees. I finished my business and ran to it. Soon I was on top of it looking down over the rainforest. Then the strangest thing happened. I took a nap. I dreamed of Kings and Glyphs. The Mayan bug had bitten me. I spent the next few years living in Mexico and Guatemala, working for a newspaper company. I visited all the sacred sites I could and met curanderos, shaman, storytellers, linguists, and girlfriends. I learned from all of them. My awe for the temples and for the calendar has never died down. These poems are an attempt to express some of that awe.

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Release dateJun 3, 2013
ISBN9781301905515
The Sacred Calendar
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Ralph-Michael Chiaia

Ralph, born in New York City in 1975, is a novelist and poet. He was a journalist for a number of years before becoming a florist and then a University Instructor. Now he runs a pub in Seoul, South Korea. He has published hundreds of poems and short stories online and in print in various mediums such as newspapers, magazines, and journals in a number of countries from Mexico to Long Island to Singapore. He was previously dubbed an experimental novelist (a tag which is not a perfect fit) and "a trip-hoppy visionary of language" (Lo Galluccio, writer). He speaks English, Spanish, and some Korean. He lives in Seoul with his son and his mother.

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    The Sacred Calendar - Ralph-Michael Chiaia

    it is the hump of the beast's back in the reeds

    the swamp grass growing toward the moon

    and stars

    it is the silence of the water, unmoving,

    it is the luminous fish egg eye just over the water

    it is before the water

    from the three sacred hearthstones

    in the sky

    it is the water, the slop,

    it is the sludge soup it crawled from,

    turning beast.

    it is the beginning

    of all things

    of time itself

    it is the first sign

    different from whatever was

    the original mirror of something not same

    that made things

    that made something from nothing

    it is the first day

    it is

    One Crocodile

    I, younger beast, stand here on its back

    younger in an exponential way

    that I am a comma buried on a line or a page of a book

    lost in a gigantic library

    I tell myself the crocodile is peacefully asleep

    yet know it can devour me

    any time

    crawl back into the soup

    martyred suicide

    buck suddenly and toss me back into what wasn't

    dunk my head in

    hold me there

    me sub, crocodile domme

    first great step of matter

    first notch of Haab & Tzolkin

    first dawn of day

    first blink of eye

    the Crocodile, the Infant, the Self

    ~~~

    Two Wind

    The Maya don’t trust the wind,

    do you?

    the tension

    the kidneys barking

    like a starved dog on a starry night.

    I can't breathe in deep

    body is soft

    neurons are fickle, tenuous

    at the first site of Ixchel

    close to another man

    the wind rips into me

    my brain becomes a conch shell to my ear

    reason scatters pollen

    seminates anger, anguish

    the pyramids at Xbalanke have T-shaped windows

    the sign of the wind

    Ts cut into limestone walls

    beckon the sacred breath

    lure in this raw power

    but

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