Brazil – Same As It Ever Was



Postcard From Rio De Janeiro

Bruce Louis Dodson 1985

Dusty candles stuck in cola bottlenecks along the curb sides
Flicker nervously against the evening traffic
Sea breeze flavored with the scent of ethanol exhaust and lipstick
Humble altars set by fire plugs, stop signs . . . tree trunks.

Cigarettes are left
A bit of candy
Shiny coins—still new
Made worthless by spectacular inflation . . . time and place
Small offerings to spirit gods displaced by fire and greed
Their forests gone forever
Forced to live upon the streets of Rio de Janeiro
With their people
Sleeping on the sidewalks
Homeless . . . petty thieves and whores

These ancient spirit gods are angry
Will they will have revenge?


Article Below Is From: The Guardian 16 April 2014Image


About Bruce Louis Dodson

Bruce Louis Dodson is an American expat now living in Borlänge, Sweden with his wife, cat and dog. He is an artist and world traveler who writes fiction and poetry and practices photography in his less than copious free time. His work has appeared in: Barely South Review - Boundaries Issue, Blue Collar Review, Pulsar Poetry (UK), Foliate Oak, Breadline Press West Coast Anthology . The E-buffet, Qarrtsiluni, Struggle Magazine, Pearl Literary Magazine, Contemporary Literature Review: India, 3rd Wednesday, Sleeping Cat Books - Trip of a Lifetime Anthology, Northern Liberties Review, Authors Abroad - Foreign & and Far Away Anthology, The Path, Page & Spine, The Crucible, Sleeping Cat Books -Trips of a Lifetime, Vine Leaves, Pirene's Fountain,Tic Toc Anthology - Kind of a Hurricane Press, Cordite Poetry Review, Buffalo Almanac and mgv2.
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2 Responses to Brazil – Same As It Ever Was

  1. Good piece Bruce… words fail me…

    • bldodson says:

      I was there in 1985, there were homeless everywhere sleeping on the streets. They keep clear cutting the forests and people have nowhere to go except the cities.
      I wish I had photographed one of those little curbside altars. So easy to forget the little obvious things you see every day.
      There was lots of prostitution. STDs were rife, but kept under cover (pun unintended). Some of the famous beaches were badly polluted. I made the mistake of drinking water from the sink at the home of the people we where we were staying with – got very sick in the stomach. Rio was a mess when I was there. Suppose it still is.
      So easy to forget the little things you see every day until you get home.

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