Pantalla Parade
By Laura Swart
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Inspired by the tumultuous events of the 2020s, Pantalla Parade delineates an issue central to our times: how small decisions made in the moment can set the world on fire. Delving into the lives of people from different countries, ethnicities, religions, and orientations, Pantalla Parade reflects on the metanarratives that are proffered by media, public figures, and the mob in times of crisis.
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Pantalla Parade - Laura Swart
ALSO BY LAURA SWART
Ransomed
Blackbird Calling
Remember Also Me
Copyright © 2022 by Laura Swart
Pantalla Parade
Published 2022 by Sea Crow Press
Barnstable, MA
www.seacrowpress.com
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
First Edition Trade Paperback ISBN: 979-8-9850080-7-4
Ebook ISBN: 979-8-9865676-0-0
Library of Congress Control Number: 2022941426
Cover Design by Mary Petiet
Cover Image iStock.com |Torsak Susma
Interior Design by Mary Petiet
CONTENTS
CANTO 1
Ida
Simón
Ida
Vat Lan
Ida
Dana
Ida
Ahmed
Ida
Marie
CANTO 2
Ida
Abigail
Ida
Mitch
CANTO 3
Ida
Adam
Ida
The Cantor’s Liturgy
Acknowledgments
About the Press
The first man, Adam, became a living being; the last Adam became a life-giving spirit.
—1 Corinthians 15:45
CANTO 1
IDA
(THE CANTOR)
Air quality today is ten percent.
Smoke from the northern wildfires is mingling with the river mist and getting in my teeth like the gnats of Exodus. There’s a dip in the river, there where the Indians used to cross on their way to the rodeo—Dante’s boiling brook of blood thinning out for ghosts on horses, and river rocks moving beneath the strange weight of the hooves.
The sun tumbles over itself
like a stone caught in a current, and the river swallows up its banks. Songbirds hold their songs, shorebirds are still, blue heron waits. They all wait. Wait in the breezes, the coming mutiny in their wings. I can’t see what the sky is carrying, but the birds see it from far off: they see wheat fields with black crows dotting the horizon.
I walk beside the river on Pantalla Street
and pass Marlow’s Tea Garden. The paraders come here first, to the Garden’s iron gates and narrow stairwell, to painted plates on white walls and Monet shelves with jade plants, to teacups and garden tools, flowers and empty bird cages, dangling lights, metal tables and chairs, old dressers, and old, old floors.
The meaning of Marlow is driftwood—
wood floating on water, a ship deviating from course or being driven—or drifting, like a parade drifting into disturbing connotations: passivity, listlessness, violent insanity, mad, frenzied fury. From the Latin and the Irish come other connotations, though—to blow, inspire, spiritually arouse; a seer, a poet.
Frida’s Mexican restaurant
is beside Marlow’s. My bench is there, out in front. I sit and watch the parade, wait for my first interview. I, Cantor of Pantalla, will conduct interviews with the street’s merchants and after the parade, will sing the liturgy of the street: of the merchants, their old wounds and new; and of the paraders, their flutes and feathers and costumes, their weapons of war. I will make them hear, make them feel, and above all, make them see. That is all, and it is everything.* I will sing—mouthfuls of music in the sentient breezes—and they will listen, because the song is of them.
There’s no marshaling
of Pantalla Parade—no division of labor, no distinction between actors and spectators, no choreography, no instructions about where to gather or when to fall into procession. Pantalla Parade is a disembodied spirit with power in the collective, in its emergent properties. All have stepped onto the stage to interrupt, to cut off, to occupy the center of civic authority: the Street.
It’s a play in motion, a soliloquy moving
through space, interrogating the common and the routine. Each parader wears a mask—a pantalla, a disguise, an illusion—and the masks, with their flourish of colors and feathers and beads, are tethered to faces with strings.
Inside Frida’s,
servers flutter around their tables like wanton sparrows. Simón is serving outside today; he stands beside his station with nachos and guacamole and pitchers of virgin margaritas. He gives the people small samples, chips and guacamole on paper plates and imitation tequila in paper cups. Simón is named after Simon Peter, the one who tried to walk on water but couldn’t bear the strange weight of belief.
His curls are piled up on his head
and he winks at the people and he’s tactile and he’s effeminate. These are the watermarks. I can’t sing about them because words and expression and thinking that don’t conform with the metanarrative are, of course, forbidden, egregious, sinful. Even in a parade.
And then Rembrandt comes along,
and Rembrandt paints a God who is both male and female, divine Father grasping his beloved prodigal with a man hand and a woman hand. A man hand and a woman hand! Like a paeony—a paeony, with masculine motifs of lions and tigers and dragons and the blood of warriors—but with nymphs hiding in its petals!
Frida closes up the patio
to keep the smoke out, and Simón moves his station inside. I slip in behind him, sit at a rosewood table with blue tiles, and wait for our interview. On the walls are crosses—large, rough, wooden crosses, dainty crosses with turquoise