| InterBoard Poetry Competition | |
| Second Place Winner, July 2006 | |
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MORATORIUM J.S. Lange (About Poetry Forum) Cesar Pasquel stopped using words one day. He removed them from his vocabulary, aardvark to zygote, one by one until there were none. Gestures went next. No waves goodbye, no shrugs, no handshakes. Slumped shoulders and downcast eyes became status quo. Cesar cut off his left foot one idle Tuesday, and then the right. He cooked them over a spit, ate them with a side of regret and solitude. The legs went Wednesday, then his torso, then the arms. Soon he was a severed head with two perfect hands hovering nearby, marred only by neglect. The last time I saw Cesar he picked up his head and set it in the middle of his kitchen table, a centerpiece of sunken eyes and hanging jowls. He closed his eyes, a sigh barely audible from his dry, cracked lips. We passed the wine and bread without looking. Judge Tree Riesener’s comments: “We go right along with this author from a commonplace beginning (becoming silent -- who doesn’t sometimes) into a surreal world and finally into an open-ended theological comment. This is a poem that seems to be grounded in a real person but perhaps in the end can best be seen as commentary on the human condition. The clear, almost journalistic vocabulary uses the only type of words appropriate for description of such incapacity, whether from inward lack of decision or from the gradual diminution of human ability in a politically mad world.”
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