Introduction
Hansel and Gretel and Naos walked into the woods...
...which is to say we're treading on familiar ground, fables, proverbs, aphorisms, crumbs...
...come to think of it, I believe this should start: One day a poet, an editor, and two other editors walked into a submission together and Naos started his explaining...
...crumb to think of it...
...then Naos turned to the kids and said: You're really making a mess of things, but at least the birds behind us are happy...
...and one editor said: There should be a poem called Naos Explains Everything...
...and the outcrumb is Naos staring at his kitchen table until everything explains itself to him...
...a poet, a reader, and Naos walk into an introduction...
...and so I continue to follow where Naos leads to...
...and you're welcome to crumb along...
José Angel Araguz, somewhere in the woods of western Oregon, 2017
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
This is a
right hand pointing
chapbook
poems by José Angel Araguz
copyright © 2017 by José Angel Araguz
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(i)
a crumb becomes so
broken from a whole—
from the meeting of mother father we
crumb
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(ii)
cremated or buried, all one leaves behind
are crumbs
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(iii)
crumbs cling to lips conversation continues
some
fall some hold—
were you to look down from the sky
each one of us
a crumb holding,
a crumb falling
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(iv)
crumbs are cleared away
from hands from table
a symbol of being in the way
scattered
at the end, we clear away—
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(v)
whatever food the eyes are made of
is eaten by joys by sorrows
the crumbs spill across the face, a table
overrun with light
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(vi)
rain clouds clearing their table
of crumbs
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(vii)
a crumb breaks off becomes crumb;
a crumb breaks off from that
—who remains crumb?
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(viii)
there is the thinker who saw infinity
in the paring down of a thing
by half and then that half by half
and on, believing you
could never reach
nothing,
there would always be
a half—
the problem of Xeno
breaks down
the problem of crumbs
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(ix)
the ant is Atlas under a crumb—
Atlas carries the crumb of the earth—
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(x)
Poetry as a matter of crumbs:
hinting at the food of experience
from what little
falls behind.
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(xi)
Had the men writing the Bible waited longer,
it might have been,
not ashes to ashes, dust
to dust, but rather
from crumbs
to crumbs.
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(xii)
Salt: a rock ground in order to crumb to taste.
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(xiii)
Skin flakes: crumbs from the body.
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(xiv)
You
can
eat
crumbs
sure,
but
—are
they
ever
enough?
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(xv)
In the morning, we clear crumbs from our eyes
left from the long meal of a dream.
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(xvi)
crumb another word
from the body for the body
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(xvii)
The way a seed separates from fruit
and becomes more,
the crumb grows into taste
on the tongue.
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(xviii)
In Spanish, crumb goes as miga,
is carried by hormiga,
diminished in enemiga
and befriended in amiga—
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(xix)
dust motes in sunlight,
crumbs made of light—
(xx)
crumbs are what is left
when one is done—
the table of this page
catches what I cannot finish—
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
(xxi)
hoping to keep track of
where we have been,
we leave a trail of crumbs—
all we see and want and
fail to remember
leaves us
when we turn around
José Angel Araguz
Naos Explains Everything
Via Crumbs
p o e m s
José Angel Araguz is a CantoMundo fellow and the author of six chapbooks as well as the collections Everything We Think We Hear (Floricanto Press) and Small Fires (FutureCycle Press). His poems, prose, and reviews have appeared in RHINO Poetry, New South, and Queen Mob’s Tea House. He runs the poetry blog The Friday Influence and teaches English and creative writing at Linfield College in McMinnville, Oregon. For more Naos on Right Hand Pointing, click here.