Tell Me About the Telarana
Diana Renee: A Poet in Our Midst
Diana
Renee is an anomaly. She is currently living in the state of Washington, “near the North Pole,” she told
me in jest. But she was born in Pennsylvania
and traveled cross country with her family to live in Montana for a year. In 1995, she moved to Costa Rica where she lived for five years in
Guaitil, near Santa Cruz
and for another ten years in Playa Tamarindo. She returned to The States but
still visits here in her body sleeps, she confided, and her soul has free time
to visit the garden at the house here where she used to call home.
Diana is an accomplished journalist who
wrote wonderful articles for The Howler,
which were also spot-on in their accuracy. But she has been writing poetry
since the age of ten when she was so taken by the Rocky Mountains during her aforementioned
family excursion that she simply had to describe it and voila! her first poem
was born. Now Ms. Rene has decided to publish some of the poetry she created
during her fifteen years in Guanacaste. The book is titled, “Tell Me About the
Telerana (media vida de poemas)”.
The poetry is flowing and flawless, autobiographical
and rooted in nature. A lot can happen in a person’s life in fifteen years and
Diana depicts and expresses her half-life here in all its naked beauty, with
the wonder of life and abundance of Nature here as both a backdrop and canvas
for her art. The writing can be sparse yet rich, abundant with life without
overflowing. Some of the poems were written in English, some in Spanish. Some
are presented in this single version while others have been translated,
presented side-by-side versions in the book. Still other poems are written in
“Spanglish” which, the authoress confessed, is her favorite format for her
poetry. Some of the poems are published only in the language in which they were
written, because Diana felt the translation would not do the original poem
justice. The book is divided into nine sections, the titles as bilingual as the
poetry itself: Cielo, sun, stars, viento; Peces/Fish, aves and other creatures;
Tress, tierra, grass; Night/la noche; Dientes, bones; Gritos/Shouts, cries;
Belly, heart/corazon; Rain, tormenta, river, mar; Mountains, stillness,
esperar. We watch Diana become the life around her, or do the mountains and
trees become her? Diana may visit us in her sleep but a big part of her heart
will always be here, as she demonstrates to us in her poetry. I particularly
like “boat poem”, where we discover from the poet:
I prefer the tickle of fish
to the safety of sand
And “Biking Home at Night”,
where the poetess explains:
I make my swooping left turn
perfectly
while watching the stars
and dodging potholes I
haven’t noticed
in years.
I can relate exactly to what she is telling
me, but I could never explain it in those terms. She is concise and prolific,
spare and voluptuous in her use of language, which is why poets are venerated.
“Tell Me About the Telerana” is available
at the Jaime Peligro bookstores in Playa Tamarindo and Quepos.
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