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Vivian Lofiego
Requiem for Lepidoptera
39 pages / Poetry
"what is best I get butterflies drawing in the margins / abet me, I rise" are the final lines of " school, "he writes Lofiego. On the back cover reads: "No verse or word that does not awaken in the reader the feeling of suspended time" and so simple, one is delighted with the poems of Vivian likewise observed these particles floating absorbed views to the light in a park late (to be in tune with the landscape of the book.)
The nostalgia is there, but not so sad, but as an affirmation of what we love and what is lived, is returned with joy and sorrow to certain landscapes of our childhood. In "the day he died the moon" a lucid voice warns that the moon will no longer Writes poems. Thus
traveling by birthday in the woods, the church: "Who could tell what he said impure us the / cure of school?" Twelfth Night, for the mother who sold her wedding dress, all with the brightness of who reconstructs his memory without avoiding the passages that were obscure.
Vicente Muleiro
Ripples
suristubborn, 2008.
43 pages / Poetry
$ 20
"undulations, breaks, stitches.
Reliefs on the straight line. Reliefs, lumps
almost invisible on the flat surface of nonsense. " Write Muleiro, before starting the collection of poems, under the title and the dedication to Silvia Schujer, and serves as prologue / poem: warning I will, advance reading and intentionality.
is how these "ripples" that poetry can resemble rolling waves: the observation is not the same on the convex side in the concave. Also some calm when we are at the bottom, and hope it went, back. All this and much more we can experience in each of the poems-number-of Muleiro, who also did not escape the feeling, a certain poetry that is hard to find today.
And with these breaks in the cloud is giving new meaning to the everyday: "When they reach the ocean / sea reaches us." Or, as in the poem 38, which expresses boredom misunderstood by a cashier (if any) that manages to bury him in line at the bank and keep focus on the "false angelic Isabelle Adjani."
This poet amaze us, to meet the language spoken poetry of Julia Kristeva (where logic is outweighed by what engenders the meaning), and again re-read the little book to rediscover "It is the usual: / tragic poetry / written / flush with the floor."
Marina Porcelli
of the night broken
Edulp, collection "only stories", 2009.
116 pages $ 29
Collection Only stories is an initiative of the Edulp
En el blog de la colección se manifiesta la intención devolver la vigencia al género (sobre todo en nuestro país, vasto en cuentistas) y se remarca la importancia de que cada libro sea de un solo autor; últimamente hemos visto publicadas varias antologías, pero estaba ausente la posibilidad de seguir leyendo sobre un mismo autor.
Porcelli, en su nota inicial, advierte que los múltiples registros de cada historia que escribió meet in a single vision: that every book is intended to provide an observation of the world. Thus, past issues such as suicide (personal reflections of the protagonists, "José Evaristo Ron"), certain social incomprehension ("The Journey of Hermes), incest, the reverberation that is between two friends of another suicide (" That night called Tamara ").
The book tells of the death from a perspective that perhaps many would not dare to look at him. This fear and anxiety that we feel constantly into something that can not be expressed and the book of the Navy, is physical.