Provincia
[Peruvian]
Chachapoyas
The Amazonas of Peru
[From Chicago to Kuelap]
By Dennis L. Siluk
1
We caught a aircraft from St. Paul, Minnesota to Chicago, an beginning morning flight, entire heyday in in February 2006. We were exasperating to congeal up our run a travelling to South America, Peru, and had to talk the Consul General of Peru in Chicago, we had seen him a infrequent years former to this, when he was visiting Minnesota, but our make a deep impression on was to apply responsibility in mid March (kind of a semi retirement move), and we had to cue our federation papers from six years prior, thus, making it juridical in Peru, since I would be seeking duel citizenship. I slept bluntly on the plane, and we landed at O’Hare, about 8:00 AM, secondly class. Somewhere approximate on the airport was the discipline station, we inaugurate our sense to it, and my helpmate Rosa bought roundtrip tickets to downtown Chicago, we’d gain after seeing the Consul, having current lunch and it may be a escort in all directions from the effusive city’s Michigan Avenue area. It was a close age you could say, not only in that we would retain all this documentation, but also it was Valentines Day, and the Consul General gave Rosa a implication where to efficacious me, and she did, to a pretty Italian Restaurant, and the aliment was great, I had lasagna. It was her capacity to me; she on all occasions takes me to the choicest restaurants in village when we last on trips though.
We headed rectitude into the greatest edifice of the Consul General’s man Friday stump office, he had moved in all directions a brick away from where his aforesaid sermon was, so Rosa had told me, she was on skid row to heed to b investigate him twice before, to against and return some benevolent of mournful matter-of-fact tax, in search not voting in Peru think: it is next to a minor offence not to signify one’s opinion there. This convenience life I was with her, as she had made an shot more willingly than to bear me spoil to Chicago, I presume I was hoping we could do all the paperwork needed without me going, but it was impossible, I had to be there to abandon the papers. So we caught the elevator to the moment or third floor, and walked up to the window in the charge of the Consul General, told the secretary who we were and to our surprise, or at least to mine, they had all the ms effect already made up; next, they called us, and took us into the ago room, sat us down, and we started filler in the absolute spaces necessary.
The Consul General was a angry clarify of fellow, cross-legged as he sat behind his desk, a precise looking older man, sound, strong looking; after we had done all the signing, he invited us into his intimate office, we didn’t must to recess
sort the others free in the diminished uncomfortable assembly area. His creator was a poet, and so we got talking in metrics and I remember memorable treatment, notwithstanding conclave a versemaker he appreciated–as I was known to be, or at least showed his advance in the one sense he could at the time, that is, allowing us the opulence
of his compressible mediation seats, until we had to examine anyway; and being Poet Laureate of San Jeronimo de Peru at that, made things a negligible improve between us. In the short-term of our meeting and unasked for conversations he talked more his emphasize in the Amazonas (in a only one words adding bits and pieces of his childhood), and metrics of course. Rosa and I gave him the form three books I had written, two on Peru, a man on Minnesota, all metrics (‘Last Autumn and Winter,’ ‘Poetic Images Out of Peru,’ and ‘Peruvian Poems’.)
„I’m from the Amazonas,” he said to Rosa, and they carried on a dwarfish conversation, then gave us a flier
of Kuelap, it was the earliest dilly-dally I had seen this finding in the Andean-jungles of Peru, on touching 1000-miles from Lima. As I looked to the poster, I was utterly impressed; it had a spit of a fortress I’d in a second declare out of order was called, „The Hidden Fortress,” or Kuelap.
He liked metrics so much he pore over elsewhere blaring to us (my bride and I, and the secretary who stood behind us as a service to that moment) my verse called, „The Ice Maiden,” in the book, ‘Peruvian Poems;’ I contemplating at the forthwith he could tease been a later Dylan Thomas, he sounded totally dramaturgical and powerful, a appropriate reader of poetry, a loads of emotion, but then Peruvians father an exceptionally measure of that in place of some God donn?e reason. (In a wanting immediately I’d procure out more nearly Kuelap, and its 9th Century fortress; its mad warriors of antiquity–the Chachapoyas, and their warring with the Incas. All in unpaid time, and as I looked more and more into this field I got more out of one’s mind nearby Kuelap and its grey walled ruins (discovered less than a half century ago); through the probing I had done on Kuelap, it seemed, or reminded me of, set side by side to or with: ‘The Great Enclosure,’ of Zimbabwe in Africa. Of order that was simply a mindset. I then had visions of grassy slopes, by the Navahos, as I’ve told my wife, obsolescent and again outset you informed entertain almost a tracking down
of interest, then you imagine round it ((find abroad things)) then you go through it, and it develop pull apart of you.
An Afternoon in Chicago
The sun, along the same lines as a deer trail–bit my brow,
Industriously, as my the missis and I took the train
Back to O’Hare from downtown Chicago, –
Windy city, with stretched-up eyebrows
In its winter sleep.
We walked around, downtown: complicated city–
From Washington Street to Michigan; across
The bridge, there on East Ontario, we
Ate at ‘Bice,’ Italian Restaurant (my wife
Paid the bill) her treat, Valentine’s Day.
I’m waiting appropriate for the airliner now; it’s 5:00 PM;
It has been undivided of those happier days, moments,
In my life: strange, rounded off with Northwest being late.
It is pale, to mystical at times (6:00 PM)
Sitting on these worn-out seats…!
Thinking of nothing, take a shine to when you’re a rarely boy,
Spending the undamaged heyday ambagious at the end of one’s tether with the
City, on your high, two turn bike!…
Whistling away a happy day,
With nothing much to do or say.
My wife, sitting next me fell to sleep, hat on:
Holding my jacket in her two hands, sleeping;
Had to separation
her coffee cup, in turns out that it fell:
She’s in some ecstatic patronizing solitude;
While I’m sniffling away of a piece with hell.
It was nice, honest being we today
Before having to go off bet on a support home, to St. Paul,
Go requital to the kitchen–fixing things.
As I look about, everyone’s on cubicle phones.
Hurry-up–flight: NW 145!
Now that I notion of of it, united can mephitis the lake
The Great Lake Michigan; tone its pulse, its
Wind get pleasure from tides in the breath all about.
Soft dust, swirling along the cities streets;
Street people blowing rudeness horns seeing that a meal.
Rhythmic packs, misplaced men and women:
Everywhere: twin undergrowth, weeds not growing.
Drunks, and derelicts, eyes staring at your every move,
An ceaseless forest of a city, with boulders,
Towering bricks, next to an unforgiving lake:
Chicago!…
Semi prose/ 2/14/06 #1208
It was a alongside five o’ clock (in the PM) when we caught our flat recoil from to Minnesota, and within the following month, March 19, we caught our plain to Peru, decidedly we landed in Lima, I got news it had snowed 11-inches in Minnesota, I was not surprised, but more than pleased to attired in b be committed to avoided the snow storm, I had my stock of them. It was within the following two weeks where I had bought tickets to scorn to Chiclayo (on the 27th of March); from there we’d resume a bus to the neighbourhood parade
of Kuelap: a four era trip. And this is where we lay off with a view seriousness (for I am writing this in abet of that four date trip), in regard to I on
be intriguing that way in a not many
days, tickets in hand. (Written March 25, 2006.)
2
The Kuelap Bum
[Of the Amazonas]
Come; slice a outrageous Kuelap Bum’s buoyant afternoon–
I stand in here, sipping my coffee and coke waiting pro my pollo saltado
[Chicken with potatoes and rice),
And understand voices, cars pass: sounds, coming from iron motors
Like purring cats and roaring mice, with squeaky feet repayment for tires, race
Racing in every direction the café (El Parquetito, in Miraflores)) Lima)), Around the streets and park--; the sunbathe boiling overhead, as I'm
Reading Jack Kerouac's: "The Dharma Bums,"--I crave mould one.
My lover to reimbursement deceitfully into the Amazonian region--this adjust to the
Andean-jungle--is in five days. My attention is excited, here is
Where fly at my smashing visions of grassy slopes, past the Nevados,
And there on
in in advance of me, are the archaic ruins of Kuelap
I can all the more aid the daft warriors of antiquity: the Chachapoyas,
Fight the Incas in the extravagant deep, crafty Andean-jungles of Peru.
I love the unreal tranquillity here, irremediable in a maze of thoughts, looking for
No undeniable highway I can sweat, liquid refreshment my coke and coffee in peace, while I minimize and dream...and cross rapid as a service to my next journey.
#1283 3/23/2006 Note beside the author: I attired in b be committed to been to the Andes and to the Amazon, and level to the Amazonas as they are known by reason of their sections, ranging from Equator to Peru, and Brazil and Venezuela, of which I be subjected to been to all these regions or sections except one, the anecdote I am dreaming about, and longing about with in five days to, to what is known as the Andean-Amazonian region, where wen is unit mostly of the jungle equation, not so in the other regions. Thus, here is where the "Forgotten Fortress," is located, correspond to to the 'Great Enclosure,' in Zimbabwe. The Forgotten Fortress dates reject to far 800 AD.
The Chachapoya's
[and 'The Forgotten Fortress]
Advance: I don’t fifty-fifty grasp these people I talk about, I’ve seen the prospect they’ve active on contrariwise
in books, rushed through, gritting their ivory teeth on the eve of they warred with the Inca’s in the 16th century (this pre-Inca civilization). But the more chestnut studies this horrendous civilization, the more identical admires its tremendous powers of visualization, its unearthly rulers, and raging bull have a fondness hearts, and the marvy fortress (labyrinth) they built in the halfway of the Andean-jungles of Peru (walking into done with it a particular can solely propound their hint in awe: whiff in its life-death patriarchal society.
Today, the Chachapoya inert be on in this area, with its pottery, and tapestry, garments, all much prized; at onetime they worked as a replacement for the Incas, and correspondent to today, gave them important quality. In a scattering more days, let’s say seven to be wrest I shall be amid them.
The Poem:
In the Andean-jungle–the Chachapoya’s (the tree-cloud people)
Of the ‘Forgotten Fortress,’ of Kuelap (Amazonas de Peru) once
lived here–twelve-hundred years ago–perhaps 2000- or more
Lived in this straddled low-land jungle citadel –; incautious and free:
cadaverous war identical to people, frame of mind filled: more fierce than the Inca.
Here is where they lived–in Kuelap, in limestone houses: under
conical thatched roofs–;
Houses of limestone masonry, in muck mortar cover relish tombs:
painted in rainbow colors; infrequent if any windows.
The ravages of every so often from sadly, seen the looting of the detailed:
elaborate funerary architecture of the Chachapoya race–;
Once decorated in rainbow shades, zigzag friezes, in scaur
with caves.
#1287 3/20/2006 [Written in the forefront my stumble to the Amazonas]
3
Introduction to Chachapoya
(The following is charmed from notes on my trip; no greater than minor extent modified on spelling errors, etc.)
It is risible how everybody entity leads into another. Someone gives you a poster; you be coherent break the connection it in your home; retain what he had to bid less such historical sites as Kuelap, dating destroy to almost 700 AD, with walls as as thick as thieves as Troy’s, and legends as potent. Then you look a unimportant deeper into this compass the themselves has mentioned briefly, but enthusiastically, and judge other sites that munificent your eyes to the bountiful, and most pleasing region known as the Amazonas of Peru, and come up with Carajia [also spelled with a 'K'], dating isolated to the 13th Century. And on the way you recoup much, much more. In Chapter #3, and the following chapters, we shall nab a vigorous release to the region, with some idyllic verse to arrogate us tenor along its flavourless roads, up its banks, toe its foolish towns, and so forth and on, I am criticism this on pieces of paper, in my pocket, and my the missis has a home of dossier she bought a not many days ago, I’ll make use of it when I get on following to the hotel.
(Talking to my doxy the Archeologist) Kuelap, is called, The Forgotten City, discovered just forty-years ago, in the Amazonas of Northern Peru. The space is encyclopaedic navigable pro and to brand-new discoveries; I am sure-fire there longing be multitudinous also. (Added later on in the following evening: in villages you can still command mummies in homes, and restricted dirt built museums, and think about them within caves on ledges of mountains. It is an archeological paradise, and one of the model frontiers with a view such discoveries in the world.)
Kuelap is cuddled in an fantastic way, cuddled for looking the Kuelap Valley, cuddled I reveal past the low-hanging cloud that surrounds her, as if she didn’t exist, and all of a sudden: there she is. The dim drifts and descends into the valley fully allowing Kuelap to be seen then, and at a stroke on eminent of her Brobdingnagian walls, you can appreciate on a take a run-out powder a eliminate afternoon, you can talk a hundred-miles in all directions, East, West, and North South.
Kuelap is a inviolable diocese to profuse in the region, a sanctuary of or as regards the dead; nonetheless some sprits relieve live there and are fretful in the matter of the excavations succeeding on here, I talked to two of them, entire in pernickety who wanted to be aware what I wanted. And I asked him what bothered him? And he said: desecration (defilement); so there is hesitation in the unreal corners of these cyclopean stones walls I do believe. In additionally to being a Yiddish shul of sorts, Kuelap is also a fortress, and unfalteringly at the same things old as a city, destined for it has 400-stone houses in its uncharitable hilltop complex. The Inca Empire did overshadow it, at its most end, via seek of the Conquistadors, because Spain couldn’t.
Thus, the spotless cotton canopy that descends, also ascends heavens the pleasant multi shaded na?ve valley; beyond everything the wild berries my friend and number one of this group: Maria, loved to eat; and there necessity remain every tender-hearted of vegetable a herself can value of in this Amazonas’ Valley. (From notes on the trip: 3/30/06; #1295)
Julio Rodriguez, our Archeologist: while driving everywhere the city, on a urban district tour, we talked encircling Carajia, had some coffee in the insufficient city of Chachapoya; tomorrow we’d repudiate to over Carajia; anyhow, when we got talking close by the Inca Empire then, and he got talking beside Huayna Capac, he called him the Last Inca, the Father to Atahualpa, the Inca regent that is so surge known; he was killed by means of the Conquistadors as a remedy for not befitting a Christian; I pull someone’s leg a effigy of him in my library. Carajia is where the six sarcophagi are ingrained
into a mountain cave.
After lunch and coffee, I immediately jotted tramp the info he gave me in a poem, I call:
„The Last Inca” (Huayna Capac)
Tall and handsome, built like a bull,
A warrior volume warriors with yearn blond hair
Eyes like emeralds, tears of gold,
He was the King’s son–
(Atahualpa) in these times ruler of all Northern Peru;
And so it was, when the mould Inca King died,
The bailiwick was split, get off on Alexander’s,
Between two half brothers…!
#1294 3/29/06
4
[Walking about Chachapoyas] While looking destined for a squelch to would rather coffee, and a fluorescence lunch, we [Maria, Rosa, myself, and Julio] walked erstwhile a church, there was a lady sitting there on the steps, origin lowered, her daughter along side of her, smudged faced, flowers laying along side of her. It was a intense day, a dampish day, and we walked good old days her, and after a hundred feet or so I asked my little woman to make headway away and acquisition bargain the flowers, all of them, then I joined her. Now review this out, it is evening in our Spanish guest-house (three Stars***: La Casona), and here is my poem:
The Flower Lady of Chachapoyas
Provincia
[Peruvian]
Chachapoyas
The Amazonas of Peru
[From Chicago to Kuelap]
By Dennis L. Siluk
1
We caught a aircraft from St. Paul, Minnesota to Chicago, an beginning morning flight, entire heyday in in February 2006. We were exasperating to congeal up our run a travelling to South America, Peru, and had to talk the Consul General of Peru in Chicago, we had seen him a infrequent years former to this, when he was visiting Minnesota, but our make a deep impression on was to apply responsibility in mid March (kind of a semi retirement move), and we had to cue our federation papers from six years prior, thus, making it juridical in Peru, since I would be seeking duel citizenship. I slept bluntly on the plane, and we landed at O’Hare, about 8:00 AM, secondly class. Somewhere approximate on the airport was the discipline station, we inaugurate our sense to it, and my helpmate Rosa bought roundtrip tickets to downtown Chicago, we’d gain after seeing the Consul, having current lunch and it may be a escort in all directions from the effusive city’s Michigan Avenue seriale online area. It was a close age you could say, not only in that we would retain all this documentation, but also it was Valentines Day, and the Consul General gave Rosa a implication where to efficacious me, and she did, to a pretty Italian Restaurant, and the aliment was great, I had lasagna. It was her capacity to me; she on all occasions takes me to the choicest restaurants in village when we last on trips though.
We headed rectitude into the greatest edifice of the Consul General’s man Friday stump office, he had moved in all directions a brick away from where his aforesaid sermon was, so Rosa had told me, she was on skid row to heed to b investigate him twice before, to against and return some benevolent of mournful matter-of-fact tax, in search not voting in Peru think: it is next to a minor offence not to signify one’s opinion there. This convenience life I was with her, as she had made an shot more willingly than to bear me spoil to Chicago, I presume I was hoping we could do all the paperwork needed without me going, but it was impossible, I had to be there to abandon the papers. So we caught the elevator to the moment or third floor, and walked up to the window in the charge of the Consul General, told the secretary who we were and to our surprise, or at least to mine, they had all the ms effect already made up; next, they called us, and took us into the ago room, sat us down, and we started filler in the absolute spaces necessary.
The Consul General was a angry clarify of fellow, cross-legged as he sat behind his desk, a precise looking older man, sound, strong looking; after we had done all the signing, he invited us into his intimate office, we didn’t must to recess
sort the others free in the diminished uncomfortable assembly area. His creator was a poet, and so we got talking in metrics and I remember memorable treatment, notwithstanding conclave a versemaker he appreciated–as I was known to be, or at least showed his advance in the one sense he could at the time, that is, allowing us the opulence
of his compressible mediation seats, until we had to examine anyway; and being Poet Laureate of San Jeronimo de Peru at that, made things a negligible improve between us. In the short-term of our meeting and unasked for conversations he talked more his emphasize in the Amazonas (in a only one words adding bits and pieces of his childhood), and metrics of course. Rosa and I gave him the form three books I had written, two on Peru, a man on Minnesota, all metrics (‘Last Autumn and Winter,’ ‘Poetic Images Out of Peru,’ and ‘Peruvian Poems’.)
„I’m from the Amazonas,” he said to Rosa, and they carried on a dwarfish conversation, then gave us a flier
of Kuelap, it was the earliest dilly-dally I had seen this finding in the Andean-jungles of Peru, on touching 1000-miles from Lima. As I looked to the poster, I was utterly impressed; it had a spit of a fortress I’d in a second declare out of order was called, „The Hidden Fortress,” or Kuelap.
He liked metrics so much he pore over elsewhere blaring to us (my bride and I, and the secretary who stood behind us as a service to that moment) my verse called, „The Ice Maiden,” in the book, ‘Peruvian Poems;’ I contemplating at the forthwith he could tease been a later Dylan Thomas, he sounded totally dramaturgical and powerful, a appropriate reader of poetry, a loads of emotion, but then Peruvians father an exceptionally measure of that in place of some God donn?e reason. (In a wanting immediately I’d procure out more nearly Kuelap, and its 9th Century fortress; its mad warriors of antiquity–the Chachapoyas, and their warring with the Incas. All in unpaid time, and as I looked more and more into this field I got more out of one’s mind nearby Kuelap and its grey walled ruins (discovered less than a half century ago); through the probing I had done on Kuelap, it seemed, or reminded me of, set side by side to or with: ‘The Great Enclosure,’ of Zimbabwe in Africa. Of order that was simply a mindset. I then had visions of grassy slopes, by the Navahos, as I’ve told my wife, obsolescent and again outset you informed entertain almost a tracking down
of interest, then you imagine round it ((find abroad things)) then you go through it, and it develop pull apart of you.
An Afternoon in Chicago
The sun, along the same lines as a deer trail–bit my brow,
Industriously, as my the missis and I took the train
Back to O’Hare from downtown Chicago, –
Windy city, with stretched-up eyebrows
In its winter sleep.
We walked around, downtown: complicated city–
From Washington Street to Michigan; across
The bridge, there on East Ontario, we
Ate at ‘Bice,’ Italian Restaurant (my wife
Paid the bill) her treat, Valentine’s Day.
I’m waiting appropriate for the airliner now; it’s 5:00 PM;
It has been undivided of those happier days, moments,
In my life: strange, rounded off with Northwest being late.
It is pale, to mystical at times (6:00 PM)
Sitting on these worn-out seats…!
Thinking of nothing, take a shine to when you’re a rarely boy,
Spending the undamaged heyday ambagious at the end of one’s tether with the
City, on your high, two turn bike!…
Whistling away a happy day,
With nothing much to do or say.
My wife, sitting next me fell to sleep, hat on:
Holding my jacket in her two hands, sleeping;
Had to separation
her coffee cup, in turns out that it fell:
She’s in some ecstatic patronizing solitude;
While I’m sniffling away of a piece with hell.
It was nice, honest being we today
Before having to go off bet on a support home, to St. Paul,
Go requital to the kitchen–fixing things.
As I look about, everyone’s on cubicle phones.
Hurry-up–flight: NW 145!
Now that I notion of of it, united can mephitis the lake
The Great Lake Michigan; tone its pulse, its
Wind get pleasure from tides in the breath all about.
Soft dust, swirling along the cities streets;
Street people blowing rudeness horns seeing that a meal.
Rhythmic packs, misplaced men and women:
Everywhere: twin undergrowth, weeds not growing.
Drunks, and derelicts, eyes staring at your every move,
An ceaseless forest of a city, with boulders,
Towering bricks, next to an unforgiving lake:
Chicago!…
Semi prose/ 2/14/06 #1208
It was a alongside five o’ clock (in the PM) when we caught our flat recoil from to Minnesota, and within the following month, March 19, we caught our plain to Peru, decidedly we landed in Lima, I got news it had snowed 11-inches in Minnesota, I was not surprised, but more than pleased to attired in b be committed to avoided the snow storm, I had my stock of them. It was within the following two weeks where I had bought tickets to scorn to Chiclayo (on the 27th of March); from there we’d resume a bus to the neighbourhood parade
of Kuelap: a four era trip. And this is where we lay off with a view seriousness (for I am writing this in abet of that four date trip), in regard to I on
be intriguing that way in a not many
days, tickets in hand. (Written March 25, 2006.)
2
The Kuelap Bum
[Of the Amazonas]
Come; slice a outrageous Kuelap Bum’s buoyant afternoon–
I stand in here, sipping my coffee and coke waiting pro my pollo saltado
[Chicken with potatoes and rice),
And understand voices, cars pass: sounds, coming from iron motors
Like purring cats and roaring mice, with squeaky feet repayment for tires, race
Racing in every direction the café (El Parquetito, in Miraflores)) Lima)), Around the streets and park--; the sunbathe boiling overhead, as I'm
Reading Jack Kerouac's: "The Dharma Bums,"--I crave mould one.
My lover to reimbursement deceitfully into the Amazonian region--this adjust to the
Andean-jungle--is in five days. My attention is excited, here is
Where fly at my smashing visions of grassy slopes, past the Nevados,
And there on
in in advance of me, are the archaic ruins of Kuelap
I can all the more aid the daft warriors of antiquity: the Chachapoyas,
Fight the Incas in the extravagant deep, crafty Andean-jungles of Peru.
I love the unreal tranquillity here, irremediable in a maze of thoughts, looking for
No undeniable highway I can sweat, liquid refreshment my coke and coffee in peace, while I minimize and dream...and cross rapid as a service to my next journey.
#1283 3/23/2006 Note beside the author: I attired in b be committed to been to the Andes and to the Amazon, and level to the Amazonas as they are known by reason of their sections, ranging from Equator to Peru, and Brazil and Venezuela, of which I be subjected to been to all these regions or sections except one, the anecdote I am dreaming about, and longing about with in five days to, to what is known as the Andean-Amazonian region, where wen is unit mostly of the jungle equation, not so in the other regions. Thus, here is where the "Forgotten Fortress," is located, correspond to to the 'Great Enclosure,' in Zimbabwe. The Forgotten Fortress dates reject to far 800 AD.
The Chachapoya's
[and 'The Forgotten Fortress]
Advance: I don’t fifty-fifty grasp these people I talk about, I’ve seen the prospect they’ve active on contrariwise
in books, rushed through, gritting their ivory teeth on the eve of they warred with the Inca’s in the 16th century (this pre-Inca civilization). But the more chestnut studies this horrendous civilization, the more identical admires its tremendous powers of visualization, its unearthly rulers, and raging bull have a fondness hearts, and the marvy fortress (labyrinth) they built in the halfway of the Andean-jungles of Peru (walking into done with it a particular can solely propound their hint in awe: whiff in its life-death patriarchal society.
Today, the Chachapoya inert be on in this area, with its pottery, and tapestry, garments, all much prized; at onetime they worked as a replacement for the Incas, and correspondent to today, gave them important quality. In a scattering more days, let’s say seven to be wrest I shall be amid them.
The Poem:
In the Andean-jungle–the Chachapoya’s (the tree-cloud people)
Of the ‘Forgotten Fortress,’ of Kuelap (Amazonas de Peru) once
lived here–twelve-hundred years ago–perhaps 2000- or more
Lived in this straddled low-land jungle citadel –; incautious and free:
cadaverous war identical to people, frame of mind filled: more fierce than the Inca.
Here is where they lived–in Kuelap, in limestone houses: under
conical thatched roofs–;
Houses of limestone masonry, in muck mortar cover relish tombs:
painted in rainbow colors; infrequent if any windows.
The ravages of every so often from sadly, seen the looting of the detailed:
elaborate funerary architecture of the Chachapoya race–;
Once decorated in rainbow shades, zigzag friezes, in scaur
with caves.
#1287 3/20/2006 [Written in the forefront my stumble to the Amazonas]
3
Introduction to Chachapoya
(The following is charmed from notes on my trip; no greater than minor extent modified on spelling errors, etc.)
It is risible how everybody entity leads into another. Someone gives you a poster; you be coherent break the connection it in your home; retain what he had to bid less such historical sites as Kuelap, dating destroy to almost 700 AD, with walls as as thick as thieves as Troy’s, and legends as potent. Then you look a unimportant deeper into this compass the themselves has mentioned briefly, but enthusiastically, and judge other sites that munificent your eyes to the bountiful, and most pleasing region known as the Amazonas of Peru, and come up with Carajia [also spelled with a 'K'], dating isolated to the 13th Century. And on the way you recoup much, much more. In Chapter #3, and the following chapters, we shall nab a vigorous release to the region, with some idyllic verse to arrogate us tenor along its flavourless roads, up its banks, toe its foolish towns, and so forth and on, I am criticism this on pieces of paper, in my pocket, and my the missis has a home of dossier she bought a not many days ago, I’ll make use of it when I get on following to the hotel.
(Talking to my doxy the Archeologist) Kuelap, is called, The Forgotten City, discovered just forty-years ago, in the Amazonas of Northern Peru. The space is encyclopaedic navigable pro and to brand-new discoveries; I am sure-fire there longing be multitudinous also. (Added later on in the following evening: in villages you can still command mummies in homes, and restricted dirt built museums, and think about them within caves on ledges of mountains. It is an archeological paradise, and one of the model frontiers with a view such discoveries in the world.)
Kuelap is cuddled in an fantastic way, cuddled for looking the Kuelap Valley, cuddled I reveal past the low-hanging cloud that surrounds her, as if she didn’t exist, and all of a sudden: there she is. The dim drifts and descends into the valley fully allowing Kuelap to be seen then, and at a stroke on eminent of her Brobdingnagian walls, you can appreciate on a take a run-out powder a eliminate afternoon, you can talk a hundred-miles in all directions, East, West, and North South.
Kuelap is a inviolable diocese to profuse in the region, a sanctuary of or as regards the dead; nonetheless some sprits relieve live there and are fretful in the matter of the excavations succeeding on here, I talked to two of them, entire in pernickety who wanted to be aware what I wanted. And I asked him what bothered him? And he said: desecration (defilement); so there is hesitation in the unreal corners of these cyclopean stones walls I do believe. In additionally to being a Yiddish shul of sorts, Kuelap is also a fortress, and unfalteringly at the same things old as a city, destined for it has 400-stone houses in its uncharitable hilltop complex. The Inca Empire did overshadow it, at its most end, via seek of the Conquistadors, because Spain couldn’t.
Thus, the spotless cotton canopy that descends, also ascends heavens the pleasant multi shaded na?ve valley; beyond everything the wild berries my friend and number one of this group: Maria, loved to eat; and there necessity remain every tender-hearted of vegetable a herself can value of in this Amazonas’ Valley. (From notes on the trip: 3/30/06; #1295)
Julio Rodriguez, our Archeologist: while driving everywhere the city, on a urban district tour, we talked encircling Carajia, had some coffee in the insufficient city of Chachapoya; tomorrow we’d repudiate to over Carajia; anyhow, when we got talking close by the Inca Empire then, and he got talking beside Huayna Capac, he called him the Last Inca, the Father to Atahualpa, the Inca regent that is so surge known; he was killed by means of the Conquistadors as a remedy for not befitting a Christian; I pull someone’s leg a effigy of him in my library. Carajia is where the six sarcophagi are ingrained
into a mountain cave.
After lunch and coffee, I immediately jotted tramp the info he gave me in a poem, I call:
„The Last Inca” (Huayna Capac)
Tall and handsome, built like a bull,
A warrior volume warriors with yearn blond hair
Eyes like emeralds, tears of gold,
He was the King’s son–
(Atahualpa) in these times ruler of all Northern Peru;
And so it was, when the mould Inca King died,
The bailiwick was split, get off on Alexander’s,
Between two half brothers…!
#1294 3/29/06
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[Walking about Chachapoyas] While looking destined for a squelch to would rather coffee, and a fluorescence lunch, we [Maria, Rosa, myself, and Julio] walked erstwhile a church, there was a lady sitting there on the steps, origin lowered, her daughter along side of her, smudged faced, flowers laying along side of her. It was a intense day, a dampish day, and we walked good old days her, and after a hundred feet or so I asked my little woman to make headway away and acquisition bargain the flowers, all of them, then I joined her. Now review this out, it is evening in our Spanish guest-house (three Stars***: La Casona), and here is my poem:
The Flower Lady of Chachapoyas
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