Today is celebrated the Ibero-American Day of the Tenth and the Improvised Verse. One reason marks the date: the birth, on September 30, 1922, of Jesus Orta Ruiz, the Cuban who with that poetic composition came to the sap of this land artistically weaving the folklore of our fields with the popular grace.
The Naborí Indian, as he called himself from the early age of 17, was a prolific poet and improviser, the finest of the spinel and contemporary of another great sudden, his friend Angel Brave.
He was awarded in life with the First Degree Felix Varela Order, the Work Hero of the Republic of Cuba and the National Literature Prize.
The town of Limonar, Matanzas, pays tribute to him at the Cultural Center that bears his name, the Naborí House that was instituted on October 19th, 1989.
The project was based on the need to prosecute, from a governing institution, the full potential of the peasant culture, which in our province has peculiar roots.
The extensive work of Jesús Orta Ruiz, recognized nationally and internationally, encompasses different literary genres from poetry, including improvised poetry, essays and journalism.
His poems offer us the paradoxical vision of a blind poet who, with magical synesthesia, the sixth sense of his spirit, the dream, the memory and a creationism of a small god, manages to visualize the world from the mist.
Old age and disease, with their inevitable ugliness, make the grotesque appear in Orta’s poetics for the first time. All in a successful counterpoint of free verse with inner rhythm, combination of different related metrics and classical structures.
Among his poems is:
Love in times of prose
… yes Romeo and Juliet
would not have decided to commit suicide
and would have arrived at old age
she, fallen breast and toothless,
putting an enema on his heartthrob
he makes the prostate sick
and consumed the phallus,
Would the promise of eternal love be kept?
I dont know:
but love in the aftermath
It is more proof of love than suicide
a young couple in love
,For the dead do not see their rot.
We, however, rotting in life
,feeling our ruins like the jaramagos,
we continue loving each other,
we change the passion for tenderness
and reaffirm that it is possible
Eternity in love.