Guernica. That terrible loss and pain. The enigma of existence. A heap of broken images. These poems encapsulate the essential absurdity of modern life, the ruminations on issues eternally confronting humankind. Each poem is not a finished tale, b...
Guernica. That terrible loss and pain. The enigma of existence. A heap of broken images. These poems encapsulate the essential absurdity of modern life, the ruminations on issues eternally confronting humankind. Each poem is not a finished tale, but loose ends within that narrative. The poet never stops from fusing bits and starts of mental images hewn from a plethora of sources, no matter how mundane they seem. The midnight blues. The fall of the guava leaves. A bark that destroys everything. The desire to renew manifests itself in these lines that speak the nobility of the human spirit and the insignificant cries amid which it is surrounded. The Guernica. That has neither a centre nor a well-defined anchor. Just whirlpools of sorrow. The Guernica.