Featured Poet/Artist ~ SS 2018
Daniel de Culla (1955) is a writer, poet, and photographer. He is also a member of the Spanish Writers Association, Earthly Writers International Caucus, Poets of the World, and others. Director of Gallo Tricolor Review, and Robespierre Review. He has participated in Festivals of Poetry, and Theater in Madrid, Burgos, Berlin, Minden, Hannover and Genève .He has exposed in many galleries from Madrid, Burgos, London, and Amsterdam. He is moving between North Hollywood, Madrid and Burgos, Spain. His address is in Burgos, just now. He has more than 70 published books.
THE FUTURE DOES NOT EXIST
Life has a past, a present and a future without proper support. There is no Future, only the morrow. To the living, what future awaits for them? The void. And to the dead? The void. The void is like that dead dove carved with feathers. Perhaps, we are the future of our dead, but it is a mirage in the Nothingness.
Future time. Contingent. That can happen or not. Like a boyfriend who is the future of a bride, but present. Or a fortune-teller with a happy ending, whose praises and price increase respond to her trajectory, and concerns to the best Hee-Haw given by an Ass between her legs.
At not to be dead, the Future is not seen. But as a result of so many cravings for living and possessing, we give good use to the work we spend looking for a Future, even if we find it when we are dead.
As it happened to Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, both of them brayers, who threw a quarter of their swords searching Sancho Panza’s Ass, because they thought was lost and dead, even though Don Quixote had warned him “that it was foolish running for an Ass.”
But they went and helped them to find him all the Asses of the town, because if they all rebelled, surely the Sancho Panza’s Ass will bray because he was the son of one of them, who were very honored, even though he was hated by the outcasts of the town, for to have gone with Don Quixote to commit hangs and misdeeds.
Wait and listen: How good it is to hee-haw everyone in time! Don Quixote and Sancho Panza danced and jumped for joy, not knowing how or how. But they danced putting their hands in their noses braying so recently that the mayors and councilors of the surrounding towns came out with sticks.
The Mayor raised the blow in his hand and, moving it in the air, shouted:
-This is the Future that awaits those two fucking lunatics.
Behind the mayors and councilors came the donkeys of canons and friars, who bray in Gregorian, happy and happy to follow these who were to meet the future of an Ass that could be alive or dead.
That the human being is very slow, we know it, and if he does not deceive his memory with that of the Future he is not happy, because he knows that it can happen that by thinking about the Future, there comes as Mayor or head of Government; Prior of a convent or serial killer between cattle of tiaras and hoods.
The Future may be; but I assure you it is not. As men we are very foolish and the Ass is our teacher, with their feed they eat the Future, and we, like Ass, the ours.
Daniel de Culla / Featured Contributor Spring/Summer 2018 ~ PoetArtist