Philip Pasmanick:
Decimal Parkinson's 
With a painful new we wrote earlier this month of March, from San Francisco, California, USA, our dear brother and collaborator the singular decimista U.S. Pasmanick Philip, known by visitors to this site and for your blog Decima. The poet, professor and researcher the tenth in the rumba, gives us news of a condition that is diagnosed before which preserves, fortunately, their presence Mood:
Today
without greeting or introduction
without euphemisms or detours
I send to your e
this evil mon Olog. I consulted with a neurologist
certain symptoms: tremor,
mental fog. And the doctor made me careful examination
:
"PARKINSON'S" was his opinion, but I'm a fighter
.
I do yoga every day and practice my instrument;
to sharpen my invention
daily I write poetry.
fought against apathy every time I go outside.
I can not be what I was.
And who knows what will be. But sing
rumba
until the day I die. 
therefore pleased
friend I do not ask s or much less love mercy
grief, shame, and shelter. And if you're
me singing when
panties to tie!
He got a rumba
And we'll see quién primero
como un flan se ve temblar.
Pues efectivamente es así la cosa. Estoy de baja del trabajo y tramitando la jubilación temprana por discapacidad. Si me la concedan estaremos más o menos bien. En todo caso no puedo seguir trabajando y además necesito tiempo para las actividades rehabilitativas y preventivas enumeradas arriba. Y estoy bien, dentro de lo que cabe.
No sé si es un poco cursi de mi parte hacer pública mi situación, pero antes de nada quiero evitar chismes, ya que unos saben y otros no. No quiero una repetición de lo que pasó hace unos años, cuando golpeé la mano and had to let stand a few weeks. Confession of his left hand: a letter signed "El manco de Lepanto". And soon a poet writes from the festival of Casablanca, Chile, saying that there had me arm amputee! Nothing that.
Secondly, I write because I express tenths and I am comforted by our stanza. It was March 3 when I got the second opinion and went to see retirement. I had no choice but to rhyme.
Third, last week rumba in the neighborhood, inspired, improvised tenth in English with the same message:
People, listen to me please
I've Got Something I Must say
in my own peculiar way I
've got Parkinson's disease. May
I tremble, stumble, freeze,
I will not break, Though I May I'll keep singing
bend till the end
'cause I never
will be too sick to go out and make some music with a dear
and loyal friend.
What was diffi cult l say so, in prose, I went quite easily in verse. Raw verses, but verses, the beat of the keys in guaguancó. And I informed of my message more effectively. But I felt the need to express myself in English.
OK, you know. Do not worry, Parkinson's affects each person differently, it progresses at your own pace, and has never killed anyone. I'm taking all possible measures, and I remain optimistic. And I know I'm a lucky man.
With a brotherly hug, Philip
Pasmanick
We also sent a letter of encouragement sent Alexis Díaz Pimienta, reproduced and we agree word for word with their sense of recognition and support for Pasmanick :
BROTHER, PHILIP, you know you can count and has my friendship and affection indelible. I am proud, 
lot, tell through my friends and see you just did, without realizing it, a new addition to the already rich world of the tenth and imp ... rovisación. You just highlight the therapeutic nature of the stanza or cultivation of the stanza, to be exact, without falling into tremendous shamanic and pseudoscientific quackery. You had the need to express your grief, worry, distress and willingness to fight the disease, improvised verses, is an example of "healing power" that has the word in general. The writers, all writing about our aches and pains on our shortcomings effective, the painters painted, the musicians make unforgettable pieces, then a oralitor, an improviser, rumba or point or milonga or fandango, at any rate these same problems were sung, or improvised, with every right the world.
remember me when I was very young, between 15 and 20 years, she even bother the Cubans repentistas "seize" the death of a loved one (parents, children, friends, etc.) to sing, to improvise, to exhaust the subject or make it stale. An action that seemed easy, even sentimental, an exercise in histrionics. Until my father died. When my father died I was, I could not help doing what he had seen done by many, and that both had been criticized for myself. Was stronger than me. It was a physical and psychological needs, artistic and human. And almost 20 years after his death my father still singing with the same legitimacy and the same pain as if it had just occurred to her death. Only then did I understand the healing nature of the word, the good he did act out, with rhymes, music, metaphors, gestures, a pain that would otherwise be ending entrenched in the soul. This I knew before psychoanalysts, the pre-Freudian and post-Freudian. And before them mushy scammers. Luckily, each time we realize others, the normal grieving our own sorrows.
Sing, Philip, English and English. She sings and writes whenever Your hands will allow. N or let Mr. Parkinson will win the game to Mr. Espinel, Lope de Vega, Mal Lara, Calderón. Sing and demonstrates that improvisation, the tenth, the oral art, is one of the most enriching gains we have clear sailing for neuropsychologists and other scientists of high scientific nature. I'm as optimistic as you. See you at a festival next, and instead of playing your classic boncongas, see you use your hands "as blades of a windmill to draw beauty out of the trap" to "dig in amazement."
I still have the pride (and prudish is not praise, I do not usually) to have sung with an exceptional artist, having shared the stage and tenths home and an exceptional person to have witnessed (and partner) of a unique artist, both in its grandeur and in their humility, a farmer, a sower eternal silence, which many have to thank everyone, today and forever. Soon hundreds of American children will be men and women approach the world of give 
top, or poetry in English, thank you, Philip. And how many Americans will discover this magical world thanks to your articles, your blog, your videos and chronic.
Thanks, brother. Heart. You are one of the most creative people I've met, and continues to amaze, to delirium, your mastery of the language of Cervantes, how do you manage your resources and adopted language using classical figures on speakers and practitioners of poetry or their own language as we resist. However, you go your way, casually, to sign a simple email, to complete a tenth. There will ever have to study your findings Rimal, playful and colorful. There will ever decicarte space that you deserve and have earned their own right in the world of the tenth Hispanic.
Now it is retiring from teaching, but not the tenth, not oralitura, not research. From here I encourage you to use the time-space disease that leaves you to sink more, much more, your eyes and your brain in calm analysis of improvisation, both in the rumba like the rural version Improvs.
have much to contribute to your view from the outside, calm, unprejudiced and decontaminated.
A big hug, Philip. And thanks for giving us daily, Marti soft character lessons (even unknowingly).
Your brother,
Alexis Díaz Pimienta
FROM OUR ARCHIVES:
- Pasmanick and Alexis Meeting Díaz-Pimienta with Ala Tenth .
- Pasmanick explained his "vest approved" road safety
- Their exchange New Year in 2009 with Modesto Caballero .
- not gods but only on also on African Santeria.
- Philip reminds Frida Kahlo.
- A Pasmanick experience: the tenth English.
- "sow stanzas always bizarre" .
- 8 by 10 rapping.
- From "rimódromo" .
- Glossing to Peru.
- 300 PhiliPalabras
- "S ord, the art is suddenly a very difficult"
Philip To communicate with via email: rumberomenor@comcast.net
Visit his blog decimating
