Aguinaldos Puertorriqueños….Christmas Carolling In Puerto Rico

El vocablo aguinaldo, en Puerto Rico, tiene dos significados: primero, es un género musical y segundo, describe un regalo o donativo típico de la época navideña.  En tiempos anteriores, los niños, especialmente los pobres, iban de casa en casa cantando aguinaldos y recibían un aguinaldo, valga la redundancia.

El aguinaldo proviene del villancico español. La voz villancico,  se aplicaba en España para definir las canciones de villanos o gentes de las villas en las diferentes épocas del año.  Con la colonización se introducen a Puerto Rico los ciclos de villancicos de aguinaldos de la época navideña, géneros que comienzan a transformarse en dos categorías musicales:

1. Los cantos jíbaros puertorriqueños que se identifican como aguinaldos jíbaros; y el otro:

2. El villancico,  que mantiene su nombre original español pero asociado a la canción navideña parecida al concepto de Christmas Carol americano o europeo.
El aguinaldo puertorriqueño es poesía y es canción. Y de acuerdo a la armonía musical existe el género cagüeño o caraqueño y el género de aguinaldo jíbaro.
Los temas del aguinaldo son religiosos o profanos y no necesariamente son navideños, ya que el aguinaldo se canta en cualquier época del año, aunque en navidad se escucha más.  Esta información sobre la historia del origen del aguinaldo es gracias a la Enciclopedia Ilustrada del Proyecto Salón Hogar y por el escritor José R. Escabí.

El vocablo aguinaldo, en Puerto Rico, tiene dos significados: primero, es un género musical y segundo, describe un regalo o donativo típico de la época navideña.  En tiempos anteriores, los niños, especialmente los pobres, iban de casa en casa cantando aguinaldos y recibían un aguinaldo, valga la redundancia. Esta práctica, por muchas razones, ha caído en desuso, por lo menos por donde yo vivo. (SEE TRANSLATION BELOW)

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The word aguinaldo, in Puerto Rico, has two meanings: first, it is a musical genre and second, it describes a gift or donation typical of the Christmas season. In earlier times, children, especially the poor, went from house to house singing bonuses and received a bonus, worth the redundancy.

The aguinaldo comes from the Spanish Christmas carol. The villancico voice, was applied in Spain to define the songs of villains or people of the villas in the different times of the year. With the colonization, the cycles of Christmas carols of the Christmas season were introduced to Puerto Rico, genres that begin to be transformed into two musical categories:

1. The Puerto Rican jíbaros songs that are identified as jibaro aguinaldos; and the other:

2. The carol, which maintains its original Spanish name but associated with the Christmas song similar to the concept of American or European Christmas Carol.

The Puerto Rican aguinaldo is poetry and it is a song. And according to musical harmony there is the cagüeño or caraqueño genre and the aguinaldo jíbaro genre.
The themes of the bonus are religious or profane and are not necessarily Christmas, since the bonus is sung at any time of the year, although Christmas is heard more. This information about the history of the origin of the aguinaldo is thanks to the Illustrated Encyclopedia of the Salón Hogar Project and by the writer José R. Escabí.

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If I Can’t Have You

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That disco song was stuck in her head. It looped over and over. …….if I can’t have you, I don’t want nobody baby, if I can’t have you………

Raga Rage…… Shiva and Allen Ginsburg Dancing in Eternity

Raga Rage

 …..Shiva and Allen Ginsburg dancing in eternity……. Lawrence Ferlinghetti

to a Ferlinghetti raga

Ginsburg dancing with

who?

it’s only talk

rift me again

numerical iambs

count the

fingers     on your hand

keep time

snap tap

time

is the only rift

do you talk

while you dance

a waltz

the personal raga

begins   after

all singing is done

so dance    now

pray    now

chant

this raga

when you are in trouble

this    is a dangerous place

to be

without your raga

rage

if there is dancing

Count Up: 133 Days after Hurricane Maria Made Landfall & 147 Days after Hurricane Irma Made Landfall in Puerto Rico.

Little Poem of Love

sheer morning in the dunes

flutes in the wind

play a sequence of notes

across the horizon

the ocean constant

the ocean ever changing

cathedral of song

my heart

a strange divinity

night

opaque night of the full moon

imagine your hands

surrounded by voices

gliding shivering the seagrass

holy its inclination

silence within the circle

coquí on the windowsill

i have a sense of loosing

myself to hold you

chimes

bells in the wind

flare and dissolve

empty rooms and

shadows on the walk

my garden green and astonishing

the patience of a clock

hours withheld

those given with an open hand

conjunction of ocean and prayer

Little Poem Of Love

sheer morning in the dunes

flutes in the wind

play a sequence of notes

across the horizon

the ocean constant

the ocean ever changing

cathedral of song

my heart

a strange divinity

night

opaque night of the full moon

imagine your hands

surrounded by voices

gliding shivering the seagrass

holy its inclination

 silence within the circle

little frogs on the windowsill

i have a sense of loosing

myself to hold you

chimes

bells in the wind

flare and dissolve

empty rooms and

shadows on the walk

my garden green and astonishing

the patience of a clock

hours withheld

those given with an open hand

conjunction of ocean and prayer

Little Poem Of Love

 

sheer morning in the dunes

flutes in the wind

play a sequence of notes

across the horizon

the ocean constant

the ocean everchanging

cathedral of song

my heart

a strange divinity

night

opaque night of the full moon

imagine your hands

surrounded by voices

gliding shivering the seagrass

holy its inclination

 silence within the circle

little frogs on the windowsill

i have a sense of loosing

myself to hold you

chimes

bells in the wind

flare and dissolve

empty rooms and

shadows on the walk

my garden green and astonishing

the patience of a clock

hours withheld

those given with an open hand

conjunction of ocean and prayer

 

Presence

your touch electrocutes me

breathless and mortal with desire

exploding down my spine

heart   arrested by your gesture

toward me   you move

in white silence

adagio of light   luminous

fugue of my passion, reflected

in your eyes

there was a time

when only music could move me

to a place beyond simple fascination

passion   translucent

divine

something smug

in the figure of my smile

no, only when you’re in the room