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P hink, "after reading the preface to the complete poetic work , AC-, in the condition of the poet.

The poet is an oracle of his work. At first, go blind because the language is only offered in the epidermis and are the factors of sound, rhythm, music that makes it so powerful to succumb to the universe. React as homo ludens before a game of synesthesia and alliteration that drunk. Put a word here, another there, with no intention of rearranging the syntax of life. Is rediscovering a new way of naming that, ultimately, is the vice of creation. Its scope goes slowly taking in the light of reality through the words as they emerge.

Then, when the poet confirms their status becomes an oracular character for it, as he decides what tone, what substance will be tacking its forms. It is the most critical moment, because here we decide what was and what will be offered. In this if the author fails to understand the place in which gravitate its creation, is where the work is done live or perish forever.

For this to take shape, step by step, the demiurge who weaves their profiles must project an image of the future of his work so that this never access and recess to substitute, however attractive they are the glory and fame . You must imagine and will want to sum nest where his verses and what reality will be lifted and renewed forever. Beyond himself, as he will remain as an anecdote, as a bug in the margins.

Thus, in the poetic work of this author, can one read poetry without concessions from the first verse to the last. Even if you go to the index of first lines, you can compose something like a patchwork, and that poetry is any combination emerges.

AC's poetry will live forever, because it is what it is man. It recognizes the man in your condition. This is neither more nor less than a living example of poetry and I'm so attracted to this proposal, and so enthralled with this tiny little these verses that I began to read aloud with the newest edition exquisite in his hands all over the house to the house, he thought, was getting the break and the need for these words.

This poetry is so far from what others do, but at the same time, so close to the man who is perhaps this same man, its substance, its essence, the deepest and not everyone can perceive. And it is these words that are closest to the concert I felt yesterday in the reading of these poems: the word through my condition and offered me purge.