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For Heraclius ASTUDILLO POMBO, D. MACS, UdL

Continuation of the "chemical fossils" used as a poetic motif.

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coal (Oda) Poem

Melchor de Palau and Catala (Spain from 1843 to 1910), extracted web page soul Poems

To be sure, the nineteenth-century Catalan poet, to write these lines, was inspired by the optimistic view that was widespread at the time, industrial development, it was considered an infallible engine of progress and a sure generator of social and economic benefits for everyone, whether they be businessmen or workers. Also, should take into account the role that fossil fuels containing coal, whose deposits were abundant in almost all European countries and had begun to be exploited extensively in the eighteenth century, could pose as a panacea for all problems of nineteenth century society. Furthermore, the poet, in his rhymes, too, have shown

considerable knowledge about geology and coal mining.

colored drawing by an anonymous artist. Estampa manners, possibly in the nineteenth century, which shows a group of coal miners in Asturias, leaving the mine entrance, at the end of hard day's work, while other miners seem to move to start his shift.

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This, you see, coal hardened
clothes on land lying outside pit
bright sun rays time has been the voice
Industry powerful
leaves, like Lazarus, his tomb, and more life emerges
splendid.
With their encouragement, there is no fear that succumb
which is our favorite century
feverish child, and what bee buzzes,
that as it moves more perfect
the following is eager
Science and Art their projected radiance.
She says that was the moment,
-even when the substance are brothers-
to appreciate more coal than diamonds,
of the cessation of human miserable
of useless bow to the fire, and laying
greedy hands .
brightness never troubled me the serenity, but the bread
industry excellence
lira fervent song of my surrender. I Sing

its strong power to melt the bronze, heralds of wrath, homeland defenders
independence
when fire heats up and its bathes
the shooting rail locomotive,
snake that has the silo on the mountain.
That a bird or flying young,
hovers the toughest crags, starving
and devours space.
For he comes to the ice floes
the ship, no more sail to his banner,
contrasting the tough winds.
active Replaces the river watermill;
force produced in the nerve cell;
the artistic designs.
For him the rock the distilled metal;
he says the crucible of pure truth;
his tune atom is assimilated,
to germs rich sweetness
Chemistry is in it for your glory, colors and shades
Painting .
And, shining in memory source,
other ripping the veil of the night, bouncing
squeezed light in slag. Solar
emanation with desire,
light, strength, and heat lavish.
Like his father running through the sky.
and that-which is often sighted ant
in the scorching summer season,
without a yield point of fatigue
fearing the edge of winter gray, hidden
stored under ceilings,
stolen from the cribs blond grain.
In the fertile period of ferns
sensing the winter on the planet, kept
unfathomable coal beds.
The face of the earth bare of trees,
Industry gave the sigh
postrimer not stock it so heavy grain. Ved
in endless rotation of carbon cycle through the three kingdoms
natural
infect the atmosphere and look at you,
already drawn fibers,
the germ of rich fruit,
already saving floral limits, the graceful bird nurture
The slow gross
and hard about space,
of true life and death tax. More
you, coffin buried in rocky, so fruitful
to cycle subtracted,
long slept, oblivious sleep.
you have stepped on, but you have not been met;
spent on you, like light dust,
the various races in the world have been.
Tocábale the great nineteenth century, explore your springs
rightly
yeast even under the polar snow.
outside the industry do you undercover!
with gratitude in their distress calls you black
manna from their arid desert.
One day you were gigantic rug
found in today
radiant heat and light where others enjoyed shadow beings.
God, foreseeing our constant effort,
for
wanted to reserve to fill that fertile lush flora,
that ornament was perhaps the Paradise.

The Standard Oil Co.

Poem Pablo Neruda (Chile, 1904-1973), extracted from the website lyrics OIL

Although this poem was written in the forties of the twentieth century, we believe that much of what he recounts the Chilean poet, yet is still valid today. As the various media we have been informed during the past five decades, about how several times in very different parts of the world, the exploitation of rich reserves of crude oil national, in some cases, has been awarded by corrupt and greedy local governments, foreign broker the best company, or other, how some local governments, cowed by the powerful and warlike coercion by governments from distant countries possessed well-trained and equipped armies, eager to invasions, allegedly redemptive, have had to assign the rights to exploit its rich national sites, certain foreign companies very well connected to their own gobernabtes. But also, we have seen how in the worst case, the reluctance of governments to the ownership of its oil resources, has led invasions and wars, some of which are still active.

Dantesca image that shows how in 1991, due to the withdrawal of Iraqi troops from Kuwait, Saddam Hussein ordered the burning Kuwaiti oil wells in retaliation for an old dispute about the recent drilling performed at great depth (which is known technically as "trap"). The truth is that subsequent research determined that this despicable tactic was not unique to the Iraqi dictator, but also the Western Coalition, led by the U.S., attacked and burned deliberately Iraqi facilities and wells.

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When the drill broke through into the depths rocky

and sank his implacable intestine
in underground farms, and years
dead
eyes of the ages, the roots of plants

imprisoned and scaly
systems were strata of water, rose
by the fire tubes
become cold liquid,
at the office of the heights
to the release of their deep dark
world, found a pale

engineer and a title of ownership. Although

tangled paths of oil, but change their webs

quiet place and move their sovereignty
between the bellies of the earth, shake the dispenser
when its branches
paraffin
before Standard Oil came to
their lawyers and their boots,
with their checks and their rifles,
with their governments and their prisoners. His obese

emperors living in New York, are soft and smiling
murderers,
they buy silk, nylon, pure
tyrants and dictators. Buy
countries, towns, seas,
police, councils, distant regions where

the poor keep their corn like misers
gold: the Standard Oil
awakens,
the uniforms, which are designated
enemy's brother ,
and makes his Paraguayan and Bolivian war

melts with his machine gun in the jungle.

A president killed by a drop of oil, a mortgage

million hectares, fast
squad in a morning light
mortal, petrified, a new field

subversive prisoners in Patagonia
a betrayal, a shootout in the moonlight
petrol,
a subtle change of ministers in the capital
a
rumor like a tidal wave of oil, then the paw
and
see how they shine, above the clouds,
on seas, at home, the letters
Standard Oil
illuminating his domain.