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Poetry readers are in luck since for a few days now the new book by canarian writer david pulido suárez has been in bookstores, not a slight trace , published by cuadernos del laberinto in its collection anaquel de poesía . The title, not a slight stroke , comes from a verse belonging to carneeveryday , the poem that opens the book and that captures temporality and evanescence. By taboolayou may like amaxophobia: what is this fear that penélope cruz and more people suffer the verses contained in not a slight trace have been distilled over almost a decade in refuge from the haste, from "the solicitation of the daily hours" of which vicente aleixandre spoke. In them the author attests to the three hernandian wounds with which he comes into the world (that of life, that of love, that of death), assuming them, integrating them into his experience, reflecting on the inexorable nature of he.
David pulido suárez uses the ductility of the sonnet, the containment of the tenth, the expansion of the prose and the flexibility of the verse-librist, all molds chosen as required by the expression of each idea, never the result of chance or whim. Whoever reads the poems that run through these pages will find texts written from the honesty and humility of someone who recognizes himself as a passenger and who, therefore, can only limit Venezuela Mobile Number List himself to keeping a cordial, frank record of what impresses his spirit, because "perhaps in the memory/ of a lip will remain with a slight accent/ the name that housed its brief history. —how has the writing process been? Do you have any quirks when dealing with a blank sheet of paper? Who is her “zero reader”, that trusted person who is the first to read her poetry to give her a critical opinion? —the creative process of not a slight stroke has been long close to ten years.
My poems emerge at their own time, without rushing, they have their own rhythm. Sometimes they are created in several drafts from an impression, emotion or idea that haunts me, but that does not materialize. Other times they emerge whole, crystallized around the words and tone they require. In one way or another, if i had to give a graphic description of my modus operandi , it would be that of a distillery: the water slowly filters through the holes, curdling into drops that, when they reach the critical point, fall into the bernegal. Each drop is a poem and, fused in the belly of the receptacle, perhaps they will give rise to a collection of poems. I don't have any quirks with the blank page. The truth is that i don't usually need a special environment either.
David pulido suárez uses the ductility of the sonnet, the containment of the tenth, the expansion of the prose and the flexibility of the verse-librist, all molds chosen as required by the expression of each idea, never the result of chance or whim. Whoever reads the poems that run through these pages will find texts written from the honesty and humility of someone who recognizes himself as a passenger and who, therefore, can only limit Venezuela Mobile Number List himself to keeping a cordial, frank record of what impresses his spirit, because "perhaps in the memory/ of a lip will remain with a slight accent/ the name that housed its brief history. —how has the writing process been? Do you have any quirks when dealing with a blank sheet of paper? Who is her “zero reader”, that trusted person who is the first to read her poetry to give her a critical opinion? —the creative process of not a slight stroke has been long close to ten years.
My poems emerge at their own time, without rushing, they have their own rhythm. Sometimes they are created in several drafts from an impression, emotion or idea that haunts me, but that does not materialize. Other times they emerge whole, crystallized around the words and tone they require. In one way or another, if i had to give a graphic description of my modus operandi , it would be that of a distillery: the water slowly filters through the holes, curdling into drops that, when they reach the critical point, fall into the bernegal. Each drop is a poem and, fused in the belly of the receptacle, perhaps they will give rise to a collection of poems. I don't have any quirks with the blank page. The truth is that i don't usually need a special environment either.