DAVID FRANCIS
Future
A review by Patricia Carragon in North of Oxford
We travel by train, boat, plane, car, or on foot. In Poems from Argentina, David Francis shows us another way—by poetry, in four segments—Tucumán, Buenos Aires, Mar del Plata and Honeymoon Hitchhike. But this is not an ordinary travelogue that details superficial expectations and experiences of tourists from the United States. This is an independent traveler’s journal; a modern-day troubadour traveling deeper into the daily throes of a country at war with the United Kingdom back in the early 80’s. Mr. Francis, a poet and singer-songwriter, writes about the tensions he saw and sensed in the Argentinean people, even while doing the most mundane tasks. Being a poet, he has empathy. His poems are conduits for a nation’s sorrow. Yet at the same time, his personal life experiences discord, making it difficult to balance the pressure, giving credence and flavor to his work.
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In his first poem “A Window in front of the Mountain,” Mr. Francis picks up on foreboding karma in the atmosphere.
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A window in front of the mountain
but from that window you cannot see
the mountain . . . Clouds themselves like
towels fray and mildew, are impure
because the air is not a vacuum.
Even the cypresses will not last but
turn to sticks, a slight discolored
stain on the grass.
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He sets the metaphoric tone for his stories to unravel. War is waging, and Argentina is dealing with a military dictatorship. You can’t see the mountain in front of you. Clouds aren’t pure, and the cypresses will die. Nature in pain like its inhabitants.
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In “A Rainy Night,” fear is everywhere and grips the people of Tucumán.
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but the wires are black
but then forms start to emerge
sharing no umbrella they hurry across
the street to one of their houses
leaving behind a house with no lights
then – the shadow of the inside of a kitchen
on a neighboring house – a face in silhouette –
in the darkness a horrible white face –
then nothing – back to bed
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We move on to the section called Buenos Aires. Buenos Aires, famous for the tango and its European architecture and culture, has its dark side. In “Apology for the Seamen,” we read about how sailors react to the city.
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There is a logical reason
seamen are so gray and bored and
redundant and their endless card
games have the insensitive traveler’s
flipping-through-postcards flatness.
There are certain calls they won’t
answer and ports they wouldn’t
go to if you gave them a million
dollars. They are tired of
meeting begging children on the
first land they see.
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And in “Drops Falling after a Downpour,” the author is miserable in his hotel room. He writes:
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Stick my head
out the window
from our hotel room
into the alley
so dark
with a bad smell
and feel
the drops falling
catch one
in my hand
one on
my eyelid
am I
catching
the present
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The author, like the sailors, impoverished children, and nature itself, lives in the ever-present gloom encompassing the city and nation. As you read on, the balconies get darker, rain becomes incessant currents, and the author goes deeper into battle with himself. An old man nods to something Mr. Francis fears.
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Mr. Francis takes us to Mar del Plata, a section where he writes his truth behind a pretty postcard seaside resort. He is lonely and sees that he is not alone as we learn in “Mirror of Loneliness.”
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The loneliest rooms facing the sea
the opposite of what people say
the sea is a mirror of loneliness . . .
. . . and an old man walks his dog
runs him across the street
then takes off the leash
and sets him free
on the beach
and the man picks up the bread
for the birds and throws it
and the little dog ignores him
for a sand castle
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The ocean in “The Sea Is Peaceful” tends to be calming but to the author, its rhythmic tides synchronize with the flow of soldiers marching off to the Falklands War.
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oh we say the sea
is violent
but it’s just an expression
the sea is peaceful
but always, always
old waves rolling
young men marching,
young men.
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Lastly, in Honeymoon Hitchhike, Mr. Francis and his bride travel through a myriad of landscapes, ranging from hills, pampas, deserts, to the southernmost tip of Argentina. This final chapter does end on a more hopeful note.
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We feel the iciness of “A Wall in Río Gallegos.”
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Woman in black walking along the white wall,
holding her purse tightly as though in a stall,
ignoring the signs advertising the city
as though they were so much graffiti,
huddling in the chill of the South . . .
. . . I had seen her before proudly enter the café
as the men froze their dice and glowered her way:
what made her move to this cold town
like a black rose by a sudden snow weighed down?
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And his final poem “Ushuaia” almost sums up Mr. Francis’ Argentinean adventure.
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the shadow of the stovepipe
on the snow is like a toadstool
but neither the frozen wires
nor the frozen antenna
that balances like a cat
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have shadows or reflections
and the reason is
buried things have no reflection
and the snow buries
even the clouds
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sometimes even the stars
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However, there are reasons for hope, since the chill and bleakness of snow and sorrow are temporary in the last stanza.
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A twisted tree
on the side of a hill
and behind a yellow falling torrent
and bushes with orange thorns
stranded on streaked snow
sea gulls congregate on an isthmus
and cows listen
strange buds start reddening
one ahead of the others
in the distance
ready
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To summarize, Poems from Argentina is a traveler’s journal set to poetry. With his troubadour poet wisdom and vision, David Francis delves into the depths of situations, going beyond his world to understand nature and the Argentinean people, while watching history take another ugly step into the future.
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Poems from Argentina, David’s first collection, is out now from Kelsay Books, available at:
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David Francis’s poems create pictures of heat-filled towns, the languid day, the familiarity of the seaport. Both the outer images and psychological, as the passing day becomes evening, then night. Life’s thought-filled moments, observed, captured with words used as brush strokes. These street scenes could almost be anywhere, but this is 1980s Argentina. And with emotions that become us, and we don’t know why,
“and necessity makes you throw the dice when
you don’t know the prize . . .”
There’s the complications that love can bring,
“one cannot hide feelings
from one’s love
any more . . .”
And in the seaport,
“old waves rolling
young men marching,”
as we walk the roads, and beach with David. In the intricacies of the day’s moments, we stop to contemplate. Then into the evening we move, when
“A late autumn wind blows
down from the starless sky . . .”
Memorable work from David Francis.
– Evie Ivy, Poet, Dancer, Host of the Green Pavilion Poetry Event, Brooklyn******************
David’s latest film MEMORY JOURNEY debuted December 7, 2018 at Anthology Film Archives NYC.
Some comments after the screening and Q&A:
“It was very familiar and endearing, like opening a shoe box in an acquaintance’s apartment.”
“How wonderful the music matched with the images…a beautiful innocence…it all went by too fast…”
“I quite liked the music too!”
“I really enjoyed those drawings (the eyes) and the old photos.”
“Thank you for sharing bits of your life (and mine…so much I related to)…”
“I had an awesome time!”
Here is the trailer:
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“St. Transient Hotel”
The lyric of a bygone Times Square
begun in 1979
and captured live at the C-Note
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In 2015 VILLAGE FOLKSINGER was screened in the NewFilmmakers Series at Anthology Film Archives in New
York, the Center for Progressive Therapies in Manchester, Connecticut, and the Gulf Coast Film & Video Festival in
Houston, Texas. In 2016 VILLAGE FOLKSINGER was
screened at Hermon Chapel Arts Centre in Oswestry,
England. David appeared for the Q&A’s.
Here is the trailer:
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Here is a surreal entertainment made for the 2014 album Cassette:
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David reads from his short story “Towels Without Wasps,” on Jenny Magazine, at the Fall 2012 issue’s launch held in November in Youngstown, Ohio.
Links
Video – Recording the album “On A Shingle Near Yapton”
Check out this tragi-comic view of the world of recording as David and producer John Mono work on the album.
David Francis