Rat Boy talks to Star. Illustrated poem
Dear friends, some time ago I wrote a series of poems starring the character Rat Boy or other characters from the universe of Rat Boy.
I don't know if these are totally adult poems, or if these are for particular (existing) children. I don't know if I speak in any way there to the girl I was and who hides until today in a vegetable cave in my grandmother's garden and pretends, among plant roots, that she is in a time machine. It is possible that they are all those things at the same time. I guess I'll know when I finish the book.
I usually illustrate them.
Today I leave the English version of "Rat Boy Talks to Star.
I am grateful.
Rat Boy talks to Star
What are dreams made of, Rat Boy?
They are made of down,
Of the summer fire,
Of the juice of a lemon...
They're made of gauze
Of a cloud,
Of a reef,
Of gold
Of a flash,
Of a pearl,
Of a feather,
Of a flower.
What's the afternoon made of, Rat Boy?
Of ice-cream and coffee.
What are the mountains made of, Rat Boy?
Of very old bells
That they were deaf.
If you hear them resound
It's because a cold
It makes them sneeze.
What's the wind made of, Rat Boy?
Of the soul of little birds.
Of the solitude of the leaves.
Of molasses.
Of a flea that wanted
Play the saxophone.
What's the night made of, Rat Boy?
Of scopendras,
Of cold,
Of a kiss.
Of a silver thread woven over a very distant heartbeat.
Of a lullaby.
Of secrets.
Of shadows.
Of roots.
Of a memory.
Of fear.
Of the voices of dreams
Running on the ladder of heaven.
"Bon Voyage, Rat Boy," said Star.
And his echo of lights spilled out.
But Rat Boy was already going far away,
Going up the Milky Way.
Gracias por la compañía. Bienvenidos siempre.
Freedom for my country!
Posted from my blog with SteemPress : http://adncabrera.vornix.blog/2019/04/18/rat-boy-talks-to-star-illustrated-poem/
Ohhh I love Rat Boy!! And your illustrations! I love the feeling you evoke as the star says goodnight and already Rat Boy is "going far away, Going up the Milky Way." Enchanting. I would love to see this as a book, illustrated by you. I'm not sure if it'd be for children, but a lot of adults like me are still children at heart. You could do what a young artist who taught elementary students did - he published a book full of his inky watercolors - the text is "dystopian" (my least favorite genre) but I paid $65 for this hardcover on pre-order just because it's fresh and original (never mind how much my husband dislikes this book!). You could do this with Rat Boy! Steemit has resources to help you publish! (You already know that, right?)
Ryan Bentzinger Young Iowa City artist brings dystopian 'nAMUH' tale to museum
Ryan Bentzinger says his “heart fluttered” when he saw his watercolor paintings hanging in the Cedar Rapids Museum of Art’s first-floor galleries last week.
“I’m just in awe,” he says.
The 74 paintings from the first chapter of his post-apocalyptic tale, “nAMUH” — “human” spelled backward and pronounced “na-moo” — look entirely different in the galleries than taped to his studio walls in storyboard fashion.
They vary in size, because he likes to work big, but he also pulled back when characters were having smaller, sometimes single-word conversations between his post-human animal/monster/robots — based on his friends — living in a world nearly destroyed by humans.
“To see them framed and in chronological order and beautifully hung — you always have this idea in your head, and it definitely blew that idea out of the water,” says Bentzinger, 26, a Pella native now living in Iowa City. “I was very impressed and excited.
“This is my baby. I’ve been working on it for three years, and I feel that getting it presented — damn, I’m at a loss for words. It’s very inspiring and heartwarming, and it’s hard to believe it’s happening now.”
See more at https://www.thegazette.com/subject/life/young-iowa-city-artist-brings-dystopian-namuh-tale-to-museum-20151007
Oh my heavens, you would have been my most-favorite person on earth if we could have met as children (I'm old enough to be your mom or grandma!) - I believe you've captured a spirit and lively sense of adventure that children and adults will love - I don't know if these are totally adult poems, or if these are for particular (existing) children. I don't know if I speak in any way there to the girl I was and who hides until today in a vegetable cave in my grandmother's garden and pretends, among plant roots, that she is in a time machine. It is possible that they are all those things at the same time. You are so gifted with imagination and the words to express your unique view of life!