Vital Signs

A poet and photographer join together to celebrate the rough beauty of San Bernardino.

by The Editors
Vital Signs
Copyright Thomas McGovern

San Bernardino—a town of about 200,000 residents in Southern California, many of them working-class Latinos—is perhaps better known for its urban blight and the bankruptcy it filed in 2012 than for its poetry.

But Juan Delgado, who was born in Mexico and grew up in San Bernardino County, has paired with photographer Thomas McGovern, a colleague at California State University, San Bernardino, to celebrate the raw, unlikely beauty of their hometown. The result is the book Vital Signs, a gorgeous collection of poetry and photography that never shies away from the harsh realities of the community. McGovern calls it an “overarching love story to San Bernardino.”

Vital Signs takes as its visual subject the brightly colored hand-painted signs and murals that mark so many buildings in the area. The signs—which don’t seem to be regulated, unlike those in more affluent areas—are always in flux: going up, embellished, painted over. “They are emblematic of this place and culture,” says McGovern. “Being able to paint what you want to paint,” says Delgado, “it’s like the Wild West.” 

The signs can be transitory in more ways than one. One of the first signs McGovern photographed was atop El Tigre Market—a decrepit building at odds with its jaunty mascot, a cartoon tiger that “wears a tiny sombrero and sarape,” Delgado writes. When McGovern went back a few years later, the building and its accompanying sign had been demolished, no evidence of its existence remained. “That was the experience that galvanized this project for me,” he says. “If I don’t make these pictures, then no one will remember that it was there.”

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El Tigre Market

As apparent as the rest, the asphalt cracks
are crowded with yellow weeds, the rust goes
beyond its bleeding color, and the lot's rails,
battered by cars, cast larger bars by noon.

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McGovern didn’t include any people in the photographs, a deliberate decision that contributes to the feeling of desolation, but he was very interested in the foreground of the picture, he says: “the sidewalks and weeds and gum, the stains on the sidewalk, the traces of thousands and thousands of people who have been there.”

And while one feels the absence of these people acutely in the photographs, they are front and center in Delgado’s poetry. Whether it’s the Virgin Mary, drawn as a figure of resistance “fending for herself like wild mint” alongside the hot dusty road in “A Point West of Mount San Bernardino,” or the little boy who spots a girl his own age sleeping in a crate near “where the trash bins bred fruit flies” in “Crates,” the flesh-and-blood concerns of characters resonate beyond the page.

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 A Point West of Mount San Bernardino

For Father Bob


            By the road she hovers in heat waves,
            propped up on a cinderblock wall,
            revived by mixed house paints,
            fending for herself like wild mint.

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With one or two exceptions, there is no direct correspondence between each poem and photograph. Delgado and McGovern wanted to create a “third experience,” as Delgado says, “reading the poems, the photographs, together.”

But that’s not to say there are no commonalities. Delgado’s poems are filled with references to walking, to journeys of all kinds. (In “The Evidence Is Everywhere,” he pays homage to John Clare, reimagining Clare’s twin sister as living in San Bernardino. “Clare was always an outsider. And I related to this idea that you can always be a stranger in your own home.”) Delgado observes: “Street art depends on walking, not driving by. It’s the journey I like to write about, never quite getting there…. I don’t think of writing as an escape from the world, but as something that allows you to situate yourself into the world and comment on it.”   

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The Evidence is Everywhere


The Santa Anas, childlike and profound,
blanket me; I see the dust stirring the valley
and clouding downtown San Bernardino;
I feel the sting of your loss.

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Peculiar Properties

On my cutting board, I discovered them,
the tiniest of ants, roaming dots of lead.
At first, they were too few to classify, hiding
under crumbs, these scavengers of leftovers.
Admiring their labor, I immediately granted them
citizenship, these tailgaters of a kitchen's routines.

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For Ofelia Camacho Delgado

She wakes to the odor of sheep,
trying to rub it off her hands.
Dressed up in her native colors,
standing by a tourist van, she is
a dandelion, golden like the alpaca
woven buttons of her sweater.
She is done with the tourists
taking her photo, holding a baby lamb.

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All images copyright Thomas McGovern.

Originally Published: March 18, 2014


On April 9, 2014 at 11:35am Suzanne W wrote:
I really enjoyed this collection of photography and poetry. Those two elements really work well together in "Vital Signs." I was frustrated by some of the pictures that left out the text of some of the surrounding signs. Ultimately, I understand leaving those textual references literally "out of the picture." They make the viewer work to create that "third experience" that McGovern and Delgado were striving to achieve with their readers. The poetry was hauntingly beautiful.

This "Vital Signs" project reminded me of two things. 1. The Poetry Foundation exhibit of landays and photographs based on the June 2013 issue of Poetry. 2. The oak trees painted onto the columns that support the highway over Claiborne Avenue in New Orleans. The construction of the highway decimated the avenue's beautiful oak trees. Now, painted oak trees testify to their former existence there. Depending on my mood, I find those painted oak trees to be sad or hopeful. I would say the same about "Vital Signs." To me, the poems and pictures excerpted in this article simply say "we are [were] here." Implicit in that simple statement are all the positives and negatives of life.

In the oral version of "A Point West of San Bernadino," poet Juan Delgado reads, "freeway off ramp" whereas the written version reads only "freeway ramp." I prefer the "off ramp" because "off" stands for so much in this instance: noting the lives of people who live off the beaten track, off the grid, and the people who drive on freeways and can choose whether or not to get off on that particular exit into that particular neighborhood.

Great work!

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