heck can make poetry as understood in this age of immediacy of language content. How to survive the poetry, with its natural ability to conjure the sacred and the everyday, at a time when apparently all the language that is exchanged on the World Wide Web has that capability. How to tell the story simple poetry, literature of the record. What can not the style, the effectiveness of the statement, as Shaw would say, apparently if you can immediacy.
The only way to survive, sustain some, it is disjointed all our definitions. Stoke the fire the last edge that lie down, to leave the empty wilderness free of annoying and useless sense, available to all kinds of blind forces, from whatever quarter.
The other way I fear is much less tempting and more demanding, the restoration and retreat. The dangerous task of building under the bombardment, digging for those who prefer the shelter of the bombs bursting hypnotic, sedazo in hand, separating the chaff from the wheat, believing in the goodness of the flour.
Because the properties of good poetry are still intact. Like that black wood that after many years to achieve self protect from moisture to dry and become the best and most valuable of all. As a secret mechanism precisely where the language and its fragments are opened from time to time and offer full capacity of enunciation and statement, his greatest virtue: the storage effect.
Well, in times of siege rather hostile use of language and propose the withdrawal. The return to the catacombs eventually giving massive utopian world that readers of poetry, the pressing educational role educating the masses, and tempting illusion that I fear it is impracticable.
is fencing, walling, fall back, dig, build, establish land, hunting grounds, dams or gut of pleasure, of esparcimieto if you will, or no towers, no ivory, but austere stone, where language can still be replaced for a few seconds of silence, away from the immediacy and leaf litter, storing every sense possible, effectively stating the phenomenon back to fashion and precast applications, using all its capabilities for representation and evidence, your musical and aesthetic power capable of testifying to the spirit of a man beaten. And if this path means to be alone, as well, so be it.
Marcelo Guajardo.
The only way to survive, sustain some, it is disjointed all our definitions. Stoke the fire the last edge that lie down, to leave the empty wilderness free of annoying and useless sense, available to all kinds of blind forces, from whatever quarter.
The other way I fear is much less tempting and more demanding, the restoration and retreat. The dangerous task of building under the bombardment, digging for those who prefer the shelter of the bombs bursting hypnotic, sedazo in hand, separating the chaff from the wheat, believing in the goodness of the flour.
Because the properties of good poetry are still intact. Like that black wood that after many years to achieve self protect from moisture to dry and become the best and most valuable of all. As a secret mechanism precisely where the language and its fragments are opened from time to time and offer full capacity of enunciation and statement, his greatest virtue: the storage effect.
Well, in times of siege rather hostile use of language and propose the withdrawal. The return to the catacombs eventually giving massive utopian world that readers of poetry, the pressing educational role educating the masses, and tempting illusion that I fear it is impracticable.
is fencing, walling, fall back, dig, build, establish land, hunting grounds, dams or gut of pleasure, of esparcimieto if you will, or no towers, no ivory, but austere stone, where language can still be replaced for a few seconds of silence, away from the immediacy and leaf litter, storing every sense possible, effectively stating the phenomenon back to fashion and precast applications, using all its capabilities for representation and evidence, your musical and aesthetic power capable of testifying to the spirit of a man beaten. And if this path means to be alone, as well, so be it.
Marcelo Guajardo.
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