OF ANXIETY AND ILLUMINATED SERENA WATER / WATER Xavier Jordan
Gabriel Chavez warned me that his new offspring was a "son of the late thirties and an anxious serenity . Of course I did not believe him serenity, Of course. How would he dive in the territory of the serenity it more anxious than we want? Finally, our late thirties, no more serenity to our anxieties. So I started to read, with the quiet anxiety of the case, lighted water and discovered that I was not wrong. Chavez was himself who was able to know in our "early twenties." Only more serene and anxious.
This collection of poems that remind me of what I get robbed. Large patios and large pots of food. Old cinemas, calm seas so much forgetfulness. Grandparents and parents and siblings are not born. A fleeting appearance of Thomas Mann, a career of Steve McQueen and a deep cup Dickens. The blind superlatvo everything described Babylon. The inability of the Gospel, the I Ching, the stubborn afternoon and we do not live large moons. Old topics with calm steps, without egregious innocence, exasperated sighs, with no destination or tomorrow that today. And I still smile when recueerdo page I read his quotes, "Now that is then" and came to me as a soldier, Terán, a Froment and Burt Lancaster.
Little Kingdom is the nostalgia for defining the path traced these bright waters. Chavez plays hide and seek between the slight air of saudades causing their pasts and their meticulous craft craftsman of words.
Here are their
Richard Burton, Liz Taylor and his San Lucas, side water beings to clear, fresh poetry, precise moments, such as knife and ice, sometimes enigmatic and deaf to the baroque embellishment rascalities Latinos.
"He wants to drink from the water-washing ash / eye of the world," Chavez said in the first verse of Bartimaeus dreams, and indeed, Bartimaeus up the dream world that these waters Sometimes they are quiet and other devious waves. Always anxious before serenity of their yesterdays, each image in this book reflects the Narciso contemplates his figure, the lighted waters of the pleasure of poetry. Chavez dixit:
A slit
And taking mud from the ditch
formed five sparrows child when no one was watching.
then be smoothed her hair covering her face took
air blew gently on them
and they flew.
As precise and magical as this,
illuminated water runs through me with the calm serenity of the late thirty that plague me and put me on the path of pleasure to be here, talking Chavez and Steve McQueen.