The fiesta is like the universe—
there is nothing else like it.
It isn’t tripartite like Dante’s
Comedy. It isn’t possible
to distinguish a paradise
in its interior, and less so to distinguish
between the chosen and the damned.
Plato says the cosmos is a great animal.
Extraterritorial, that’s what the fiesta is like.
It keeps an unfathomable relationship with power,
that’s why some think of beauty in forms of government
while they join in the elasticity of numbers.
Bodies recuperate a sovereignty
before the names on the register
and some improvise new taxonomies
to individualize them
once the series of natural numbers has been revealed as useless,
or the reiteration of the calendar of saints’ days above the perfect heads.
How difficult it is to need to specify what
prophecy there is
in the fiesta.
Hubbub of the kind around no center.
One of my students defines it
as an exhibition
Translated by Curtis Bauer
“Fiesta Theory” was published in Eros Is More (Alice James Books, 2014).
You can read and listen the poem in the original Spanish here.