Shout It Out: Bombas a Traditional Form of Expression

March 30, 2007

Picture a dusty afternoon in the center of one of Guanacaste’s many small towns. The pueblo’s annual patron saint festival is in full swing. Sabaneros, mounted proudly on meticulously bred and trained steeds lean sideways in their handcrafted, leather saddles, sipping warm beer. A small brass band with dented instruments and boisterous enthusiasm blasts out a lively tune. Women, children, campesinos and drunks crowd around, bouncing to the music.

Suddenly, the band comes to a screeching silence. Somebody tips his head back, thrusts his chest forward and lets loose with a short, rhythmic verse:

Soy como el pájaro cuervo,

pájaro que no hace nido,

pájaro que pone un huevo

y otro pájaro lo cuida.

As quick as it went, the music strikes up again, as the spontaneous performer and much of his audience yell out the distinctive Guanacaste call: uy uy uy uy uy, amid laughter and approving, or disapproving, howls.

That, dear reader, was a bomba, a tradition thrown like a verbal firecracker into the midst of any good fiesta guanacasteca. But the truth is, one need not travel to Guanacaste just to witness the spectacle. Bombas are thrown nationwide, and according to one expert, have roots and representation in many regions, though the tradition is most commonly associated with the northwestern province.

“The rhyme and verse is a tradition that comes from Spain, and before that, the moors, I believe, and has extended across all of Latin America,” explains Walter Quesada, a Culture Ministry-recommended expert on bombas. “In Costa Rica, where it has been most common is Guanacaste, but also in the Central Valley.”

Bombas, also known as coplas, were traditionally used to talk about and praise one’s region and culture, Quesada says.

“Bull riding, horsemanship, the beaches of Guanacaste,” Quesada says, listing examples. “But more recently, these rhymes have taken a different direction also. They are also used to draw attention to political or social things. It is a way to ridicule things, to make fun of politicians or criticize politics.”

All this in short verses of four, occasionally six, lines, with a variety of rhyming patterns: the second line with the fourth; the first line with the third and the second line with the fourth; or just the first line with the last. “Normally, they’re done at festivals. There didn’t use to be all the machinery and the games. People would get together in a cantina, or wherever there was dancing. Bombas have particularly been used during the patron saint festivals of each town,” the bomba expert explains.

“The coplero (a person well-practiced in the art of coplas or bombas) goes from house to house, with musicians, or sometimes with payasos (traditional oversized puppets worn over the torso), asking for money for the festivities.”

A good coplero, Quesada continues, is someone who – in addition to being able to produce spontaneous, rhyming bombas –also knows everybody in the community and, more importantly, their business.

“The coplero knows about everything that is going on in a community, and so when he does his bomba, he takes things from the communities and turns it into verse – if this person has just slaughtered a pig, or if that person has just sold a cow,” Quesada explains. “What other people see as normal, for those of us who do coplas, it is a motive to improvise a verse. To see someone with their hand between their legs is normal, but for us it is an opportunity to do something burlesque, something teasing.”

Bombas can also be more challenging, with two copleros squaring off against each other, using their art to entertain an audience at the expense of their rival.

“They bring up the other’s mother, his sister, sometimes ending up in fight.At the end, they can get offensive,” Quesada says.

Bombas are also appearing in other aspects of Costa Rican society. In a recent protest march in downtown San José, a protestor called out bombas against the Central American Free-Trade Agreement with the United States (CAFTA) over a PA system rigged to a van.

“In recent years, people have been doing bombas about political and social things: government programs, the use of cell phones, the way we give directions. One can be critical by way of the verses,” Quesada explains.

Like music, like sculpture, like poetry, the ability to craft and present bombas is something a person either has or doesn’t – something one is born with, the expert asserts.

“And presenting coplas, young people, old people, nationals or foreigners – those who can understand a little bit of Spanish –they laugh, because they admire the improvisation,” Quesada opines. “It is a beautiful experience.”

A Sampling of Bombas

Ayer pasé por tu casa                                       Yesterday I passed by your house

Me tiraste una flor                                             You threw me a flower

La próxima vez                                                 The next time

Sin maceta por favor                                         Without the flowerpot, please

 

Dicen q’el amor es ciego                                   They say love is blind

Hay q’ser realista                                              Let’s be realistic

Si el amor es ciego                                            If love is blind

El matrimonio le devuelva la vista                      Marriage returns one’s sight

 

Los hombres y los pericos                                Men and parakeets

Tiene cierto parecido                                        Have a certain resemblance

Que entre más viejos se ponen                          The older they get

Más verdes son los bandidos                            The greener (more lecherous)

The rascals get

 

Sabanero, sabanero                                          Cowboy, cowboy

Sabanero sin sábana                                         Cowboy without a sheet

A mi cama no se anima                                     Not one son of your mother

Ningún hijo de tu mamá                                    Excites my bed

 

No me gusta la zanahoria                                  I don’t like carrots

Ni tampoco la remolacha                                  Nor beets

Yo no vengo por las viejas                                I didn’t come for the old women

Sino por las muchachas                                     But rather for the young ladies

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