(An Unsung Ode to Selena Quintanilla-Perez, 1971-1995 – Copyright© 2009 – cyberaxis.wordpress.com)
I have pondered the death of Selena in the listless hours between remembrance and oblivion and come to the inescapable conclusion that Selena will live forever because she represented something in all of us that did not die in the weening hours of March 31st, 1995.
Beyond skepticism, beyond cynicism,
Selena was the incarnation of goodness
That lives, moves and has its being amongst men;
The every-woman with the heart of gold
Who refused to see evil until the very end.
She will live forever because she represented
the joy of youth that gives without pretense:
“When she laughed,
she laughed harder
Than anyone I knew.
And when she cried
She cried harder
Than anyone I knew.”
The one she called
“El amor de mi vida”
To her sister’s “Me mejor amiga,”
Why do words fail?
Por siempre Selena
Throughout her life she sought happiness
And ways to spread it, and reveled in both.
It was never about the music, but life
Unencumbered by the trappings of fame and fortune.
Selena will always be the plucky little girl in “Little House on the Prairie,”
Trippin’ and fallin’ and pickin’ herself up,
Running, always running towards love. (Selah)
But WERE there moments of shadow and doubt,
Quiet interludes of fear and trepidation
Twixt the montage of a woman-child having a ball.
Her favorite flower was white.
“Oftentimes the pure white rose
was depicted as being stained by blood,
or made to blush from a kiss.”
(The History and Meaning of
White Roses, Samantha Green)
Was Selena, beyond the smiles, in touch with the pall of her impending doom?
Framed by silk and a singular curl, here she lies,
As beautifully regal in death as she was in life,
Up on this paneled dais in surreal state;
Intimations of Aztec royalty unsung
The same that came and left us in the Spring.
Beyond wishing, her soul rests
Within and without like a garden:
The embodiment of that which remains
Long after time and circumstance
Has swept away the engrams of sorrow and regret,
For in the larger scheme of things
This too shall pass. (Selah)
Pass when Selena is born again with a bouquet and a smile that will now remain forever young.
“Smart (lass*), to slip betimes awayFrom fields where glory does not stay,And early though the laurel growsIt withers quicker than the rose.”(*’Lass’ substituted for ‘lad’ in original)
Journey to Corpus – Like “Journey to Addis“
Through rococco bursts of color and artifact
We squeaked through the eye of the needle and left our hearts in Corpus Christi,
This crusted city by the Nueces, atop the Rio Grande; our destination
By the bay,
By “Mirador de la Flor “
The “Overlook of the Flower“
‘Neath the salt showers.
Here she stands
in muted tones of bronze
and a storied laurel.
Observación: The ordinariness of this memento belies the broadside; the shiver that one feels upon first approach. Something happened here too – something which moved heaven and earth beneath this ornamented promenade; the voice the City of Corpus heard above the din “of the madding crowd.” Abraham and Marcella’s little girl now belongs to the people. The greened bronze belies the moment, but we are here to bear witness:
For here in this cloistered cove by The Bay
We are about to beat an ancient drum,
To an athlete who died young.
Selena para las edades.
We go back but return to celebrate the living,
Because that is what Selena did … with her song.
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México Remembers Selena
Here in this album clip, 10 years after the death of Selena, 15 Mexican stars revisit the scene of collective heartbreak with a musical elegy that proves once again that nothing outside of the human voice can out-wail the horn and the accordion when it comes to expressing grief. The best track of this comp is this rousing rendition of “No Me Queda Mas” by Palomo. The band pulls off the feat by slowing everything down to a funereal but stately beat. This stylistic sleight of hand transforms the song, once about unrequited teen love, into an anthem of universal longing …. a paean to loss untrammeled by flights of romance.
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To An Athlete Dying Young (A.E. Housman, 1859)
Visitors mark anniversary of Selena’s death (Doreen C. Bowens – Corpus Christi Caller Times, April 1, 1999)
“All the wonders you seek are within yourself.” (Sir Thomas Browne)
“For in him we live and move and have our being.” (St. Paul)
I Wanna Know What Love Is (Lucky Dube)