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1. The Bureaucrat. Among books and files/ I pass my life,/ And what is the result?/ Well...You see for yourself!
1. The Bureaucrat. Among books and files/ I pass my life,/ And what is the result?/ Well...You see for yourself!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
#2 [A policeman and prostitute]
#2 [A policeman and prostitute]
José Guadalupe Posada
1964
2. Politics. Said a leader earnestly:/ “As they paint it, I jump it,/ “And even if they didn’t, I would jump;/ “For he how lags, loses.”
2. Politics. Said a leader earnestly:/ “As they paint it, I jump it,/ “And even if they didn’t, I would jump;/ “For he how lags, loses.”
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
#3 [A street scene]
#3 [A street scene]
José Guadalupe Posada
1964
3. The Changing World. How hard living is! —/ Remember, brothers,/ That, before, hands were pure,/ Now, there are hands only.
3. The Changing World. How hard living is! —/ Remember, brothers,/ That, before, hands were pure,/ Now, there are hands only.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
#4 [The lovers quarrel]
#4 [The lovers quarrel]
José Guadalupe Posada
1964
4. ¡Zuñiga! nombre en la historia/ Que siempre vive latente…./ No “quise” ser Presidente…./ Por no “manchar” me memoria
4. ¡Zuñiga! nombre en la historia/ Que siempre vive latente…./ No “quise” ser Presidente…./ Por no “manchar” me memoria
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
5. Memen “tomo”/ pulvis eris/ (Haste sordo y ponte gordo,/ Que es la calidad del tordo),/ Y en pulvis te reverteris…
5. Memen “tomo”/ pulvis eris/ (Haste sordo y ponte gordo,/ Que es la calidad del tordo),/ Y en pulvis te reverteris…
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
6. Late Reveler. Little lamp that lights my street,/ Now that I am seeing double,/ Why is it you are hiding?/ Or is it you who blocks my way?
6. Late Reveler. Little lamp that lights my street,/ Now that I am seeing double,/ Why is it you are hiding?/ Or is it you who blocks my way?
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
7. Hay un guiso nacional,/ A quien puso no se quién,/ El feo nombre de “tamal”./ Y mire usted que vaiven:/ Cuande el tamal no está bien,/ Resulta que no es tamal,/ Y en cambio, cuando está bien,/ Es justo cuando es tamal./ Y si el tamal no está bien./ El que lo come está mal…/ ¿Quién entiende este belén/ De ese guiso nacional?
7. Hay un guiso nacional,/ A quien puso no se quién,/ El feo nombre de “tamal”./ Y mire usted que vaiven:/ Cuande el tamal no está bien,/ Resulta que no es tamal,/ Y en cambio, cuando está bien,/ Es justo cuando es tamal./ Y si el tamal no está bien./ El que lo come está mal…/ ¿Quién entiende este belén/ De ese guiso nacional?
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
8. Calavera of the Barber’s Razor. With dull tin-plated razor,/ Raspy as a hog’s back,/ All his customers Don Nachinto shaved and scraped./ But a Saturday came/ When swift Death/ Undesignedly changed it for me/ To a barbecue of bones.
8. Calavera of the Barber’s Razor. With dull tin-plated razor,/ Raspy as a hog’s back,/ All his customers Don Nachinto shaved and scraped./ But a Saturday came/ When swift Death/ Undesignedly changed it for me/ To a barbecue of bones.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
9. Little Calavera. Run, Skinny, run./ Water is always harmful,/ Even in a bath./ After one is fifty/ He should not even wash.
9. Little Calavera. Run, Skinny, run./ Water is always harmful,/ Even in a bath./ After one is fifty/ He should not even wash.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
Image Not Available for 10. The Successful Writer. “How weighty am I!”/ Says the author of these verses./ “When you speak of weight,/ “I consult my cash-box.”
10. The Successful Writer. “How weighty am I!”/ Says the author of these verses./ “When you speak of weight,/ “I consult my cash-box.”
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
11. Thought for Hallowe’en. It is a palpable truth,/ That which is phrase states:/ That only he who was not born/ Can never be a skeleton.
11. Thought for Hallowe’en. It is a palpable truth,/ That which is phrase states:/ That only he who was not born/ Can never be a skeleton.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
Image Not Available for 12. All Hallow’s Eve. At last the day of all the dead has arrive,/ On which they rejoice, replete with pleasures without number./ In place of sad mourning for ourselves,/ Let us, with laughs and pulque, go cry in our cups.
12. All Hallow’s Eve. At last the day of all the dead has arrive,/ On which they rejoice, replete with pleasures without number./ In place of sad mourning for ourselves,/ Let us, with laughs and pulque, go cry in our cups.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
13. Lecher. It does no good to look at them/ With such intensity;/ It does no good to look at a pastry,/ Unless you are to be the pie.
13. Lecher. It does no good to look at them/ With such intensity;/ It does no good to look at a pastry,/ Unless you are to be the pie.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
14. Me pasié con dos actrices:/ Cuando me vieron sin “blanca”,/ Una me dijo:- ¡Naranjas!/ La otra me dijo:- ¡Narices!
14. Me pasié con dos actrices:/ Cuando me vieron sin “blanca”,/ Una me dijo:- ¡Naranjas!/ La otra me dijo:- ¡Narices!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
15. The Jurist. “The law imparts justice,”/ Says the gowned-one with aplomb./ But, oh! how justice is unhinged,/ When you haven’t got the price.
15. The Jurist. “The law imparts justice,”/ Says the gowned-one with aplomb./ But, oh! how justice is unhinged,/ When you haven’t got the price.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
16. The Ladies. The women of our times/ Are much like filbert nuts./ Of a hundred, one is good;/ And ninety and nine are empty.
16. The Ladies. The women of our times/ Are much like filbert nuts./ Of a hundred, one is good;/ And ninety and nine are empty.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
17. Epicure. The doctor— he restricts and restricts!/ In my diet I do not follow him./ After all Death is lean, not fat,/ And so cannot carry me away.
17. Epicure. The doctor— he restricts and restricts!/ In my diet I do not follow him./ After all Death is lean, not fat,/ And so cannot carry me away.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
18. Conundrum of the Chair. A chair like this/ People would not fight over./ Which chair is it that causes struggle?/ Why, Man! The Presidential one!
18. Conundrum of the Chair. A chair like this/ People would not fight over./ Which chair is it that causes struggle?/ Why, Man! The Presidential one!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
19. Portrait of a Teacher. Martyr to teaching!/ He taught me well—/ Doctor! Artist! Learned Man!/ In his day there were teachers!
19. Portrait of a Teacher. Martyr to teaching!/ He taught me well—/ Doctor! Artist! Learned Man!/ In his day there were teachers!
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
20. The Petulant Dolphin. Said a dolphin, criticized,/ “Do you read music?—/ “Nor do I./ “As David said:/ “There’s your harp,/ “Play it yourself!”
20. The Petulant Dolphin. Said a dolphin, criticized,/ “Do you read music?—/ “Nor do I./ “As David said:/ “There’s your harp,/ “Play it yourself!”
José Guadalupe Posada
1947
21. Poetaster. Publishing my little verses;/ To raise a monument to me after death./ How affable!/ Rather, since I am alive,/ Pay your pennies now—/ That I may pay for beans.
21. Poetaster. Publishing my little verses;/ To raise a monument to me after death./ How affable!/ Rather, since I am alive,/ Pay your pennies now—/ That I may pay for beans.
José Guadalupe Posada
1947