Saturday, August 8, 2009

Customise My Bmx Bike

poetry anthology of young poets



editions Apogee Rennes
translation Beceyro Cecilia and Sergio Delgado




Another memory

We have to invent another memory
not to go crazy. Roberto
Juarroz


When more than two windows open at the same time, it offers air, clarity and perspective, especially if any of them overlooking a panoramic landscape or exotic (from the pampas Andes branching off to the sea ports, where it bars pitching), but all focus is, instead, the daily reality of a burgeoning, taken and described by the horns (which makes it very physical ) by poets born in Argentina between 1960 and 1978.
It is not necessary to go over in detail what has been endured the people of this country during the past decades but it is obvious that this history (political, military, social and economic) can not not fit into contemporary art. Thus, what we discovered recently at the screen, across Agnus Dei, the film by Lucia Cedron or Fallen Angels Pablo Reyero or more InSIC still in Poems by Juan Gelman, who had to do with this dark years, dictatorship, opponents disappeared, the wounds still gaping and desolation that does not clear, it is found equally divided, watermark, significantly, almost trivial but so effective in the poems translated by the authors. What they
say may surprise. The live-in is rarely transcribed but viciously interrogated obliquely, gently, wielding irony, derision, and sometimes the absurd in small doses. We are in the art of subtle and judicious circumvention. More readily in the digression in the sketch. Described, return a particular scene, including players to show their work enough. If sense (or nonsense) there, it will in the end the reader to detect it by going to delve between the lines, words, emotions, compromise, replicas, the vagaries of a leading newspaper that more faster. All
capture, capture at a glance (opening every time an almost cinematic sequence) which gives relief to the monotony room. Here, a perfume bottle falls and an unexpected gem too ordinary well-oiled. Here, children have fun putting coins on the rails until the passage of the next train. Elsewhere, someone dreaming of his boredom during a bus trip to Bahia Blanca. Elsewhere, an irascible grandfather made a ruckus at the baptism of his grand-son (scene rendered by Washington Curcurto out of the church), taking a real pleasure to shatter wisdom and good feelings ...
These pieces of lives (themselves into pieces) which intertwine with passion and restraint, however, quite often in the right mood (or can not cry on yourself or on others in these poems), between reflex and reflection, can be considered a "chronic writings in progress." Chronic held by authors who listen, observe and record, remixing them in a stream close to the spoken word, all the chips or whispers, stories and surprises, strokes, strokes or heart rants able, as suggested judiciously Juarroz Roberto (1925 - 1995), a leading Argentine poets, to help them invent, now, "another memory."
Jacques
JOSSE

What Does A Kg Of Fat Look Like

Argentine poetry anthology of writers living in Britain


éditée aux éditions par Gustavo Lopez de Bahia Blanca
Vox
"Poetry is still in the center of the literary establishment in Britain, which does not date from yesterday. But let's put aside the past and its prestigious authors (Corbière, Segalen, Robin, Guillevic ... etc.) E interesémonos as can be glimpsed or guessed, say, from early 1980. The question is not simple. The current writings show great diversity. Each poet has a particular itinerary. Although there are some points of convergence. Because addition of an era a place and a common imagination, there is a collective memory of where each other come to feed. This is reflected primarily in the topics: the sea, death, exile, wandering, the relationship with real, unreal and with a background (almost always) be an unspeakable sadness.

On the way, no different from what is written in other parts of France (and Belgium, Switzerland, Québec) for several decades. We find the same movements, the same influences, the same nuances and meanders, they also ...

tics Faced with such abundance, impossible to penetrate the jungle, or forest-published materials except on tiptoe. Everyone can then walk among branches, visible roots and "weed language" (for retormar an expression of Georges Perros) trying to warn the voices able to speak. "

Jacques Josse
(From the magazine Europe, n º 91, May 2005)
traductions Silvio Mattoni