The poet often too much to its own transfiguration, which clears his calendar to reinvent silhouette on a background of pious equations: book, measurement, image. Quite often we know the poet in person, and it does not interfere in the process of assimilating their perspectives, because subject and fumes complementary. Felt and breathe their own air is another way to read, so to speak, by giving the weight of words to another type of reason incarnate in measurable levels. We browsed and reviewed the book, and when chance brings us to the real person and we know from another time or place. It would appear that his appearance and gestures serve to underline what was already expressed in verse. It rests facilitate such detachment, which can be reciprocal: certain men evade the bodies represented in scriptural, because not everything is given to the trial transcript. It's what you call living in and through poetry, without having to manifest in the visible.
For those who draw a strip between verb and existencia, no siendo por ello menos afortunados, propiciar la corporeidad del Sentido (pujante mensaje que mortifica y consume al heraldo, mensaje hecho letra y ritmo oscuro) viene a convertirse en su carga personal. Y pese a lo estricta que pueda ser esa franja, el poeta denuncia en su físico y sus maneras al hombre que versifica y se preocupa por los alardes lexicales que presupone la lírica. Nótese, sin embargo, que los ensayistas y los narradores consiguen mezclarse, sin atraer sospechas, entre la gente común. Siempre como salvedad, al bardo le corresponde transparentar una porción de lo que tramita en las sombras. Quizás sea porque trabaja con generalidades, con estados que emulan el milagro de lo esférico. Quizás porque metaphor be contagious and not know the body.
Poet, which is all the poets, poetry could have been avoided without great sacrifice. The degree of discomfort to assume that a modulated tone and what the peculiar syntax encoding, prevented him from agreeing with the structures. Time to state what should be, no configuration was useful. And so it was impossible to write poetry, because it must accept the premise that the words never serve to peer beyond certain walls. With such certainty, it was tempting counteroffer: never write, testify in other ways more compelling.
this apprentice found it easy to quiet down any place in the midst of poetry. While his brothers recited and exchanged useful shades, pretending to attend and follow the guidelines, without showing their exercises blotted. Better be silent than to assume a role as practical connotations: poetry was more of a password to the esoteric, as a recipe for survival. Walk the runway with enough weary gesture, a wink, a blush, and the provincial atmosphere would do the rest.
But writing, like any tax, ends up becoming overcrowded (in confidence, page on page) that is necessary to purge or disclose. So the poet, penetrating circles knew departing, recognized voice of others, noted the weakness of the integument rhetoric charmed them, and finally find its uniqueness, its own gradation.
The result will not be discernible in a particular book, or some texts that might provide the anthologist to look distinctive. All his work is marked by the sacrifice of decency, and unusual confession that no reader had asked in advance. No one expects to find similar unveiling in a different context than that promotes literature. It's one of those contradictions of art: poetry as expressive as a letter boasting of relationship stark. Detailing the outrage in a durable, effective.
While we continue checking an oblique argument can serve as a crust for the most hardworking scribes to disguise their poverty: Carthusian armed with bibliographies, melancholy buzzing, epic shelf (except as wheezing), patriotism bureau, the concept of issue. The poetic "I saved your dial and territory, and distributed in books that the Government operates with gentle care. Salable or not legible or not, this verb does not seek to humiliate immune but to improve the sheen of their bearers. Behold
we should pause before the exile, who seems to communicate with the Territory from a distance. And nothing more false. Who study his writings verify how real are the Carthusian and helplessness, so use the flesh as tolls or warning. Her character, always himself, always up, is formed on the belief that writing is giving, externalize the awkwardness, even more isolated.
His poetry exemplifies the beauty of desolation, as a gift or punishment, when you delete the two or three barriers that prevent true take dictation. Free of wires, transfer, almost safe from audits, retracing the axioms of the always strange Sjaeland, the poet carries with it the glazed glass of discernment, and aware that nothing can quench.
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