"Epiphany of the High
belongings and Sonnets of Incandescent Spell "
Author: Luis Angel Marín Ibáñez
TOP: José Luis Gómez Nombela
Edited by: Editorial ARIES
I'll try to briefly clarify a substrate that involves the collection of poems "Epiphany of high belongings." This collection is the result of an evolution that I call "integration", which go hand in hand, the reason the dream and delirium-that is, surrealistic realism and creationism, melting in a crucible for developing a personal style. Using a technique ultraist, kaleidoscopic images are marching, to lead to a new world far removed from reality that lives only in my imagination. Despite what he says Breton in his surrealist theory, there is no automatic writing, there is always a desire for action and, despite mallarmaniano character of the work, this is but an appendage of it, since originality the field based solely on the intellect, but also in the field of sensations, as a good son of the symbolism. The poem is a challenge between being and nonbeing, tending to the ultimate limit of the imagination, beyond life and death, beyond reason and dream, beyond space and time, more oblivion beyond memory. You could say that is the language of the first night of the world and also the language of the last sunrise.
do not seek absolute truth, I seek my truth, the paths of fantasy and reality serenity. The poet must be a lover of vertigo, a lover of the great depths and high summits. The art is increasingly separated from nature, but the man belongs to nature and can not escape from it, your environment must obtain the essence of their creations. We must create its own atmosphere, that atmosphere that has never existed, you must change the man, transform life, the poem should be given an electric shock, a kind of miracle the poem is a poem within a poem, a joy of language, that is the art of transusbtanciación. The Soul of the poet has to be half half moon shadow, without defining the concepts, away from mathematical poetry and poetry without occult do not understand in the poem should always boil a mystery.
Delirium is irrational in life, but a reality in the poet, a way to conquer the infinite, the sacred heritage of poets. The verses have to be tacked to resonate harmoniously as a shell in the brain, more rigidly corseted must never, if we will break their beauty, music and rhythm must go hand in hand, but not embrace all, the playful spirit will go down in a rhyme that will pass almost unnoticed, and we will stitch ear.
Poetry is the song of the irrelevant, is the plagaría of our psyche to the gods, teaching men the infinite paths of the universe, making them feel the immensity of the Cosmos. The poet when you have a pencil in hand, at the time of vertigo should have no doubt is the best poet in the world.
is impossible to create worlds if they feel the drums of Silence, Lorca's called black sounds and cunando these exist, there is magic, and where there is no transmission puck into the town and this will open its arms and get drunk verses. But what are the drums of Silence? I do not know exactly, I do not know realize, I believe that nobody has managed to define, but I will tell you that sometimes when I write all my being was a pile of energy and my pen was abuzz with depth of the Universe. I completed a few poems with sweaty hands and my mind came the most striking metaphors, joined words impossible and created world breaking preconceived reality.
Luis Ángel Marín Ibáñez
Tenerife - Spain
luisamariniba@yahoo.es
FRIDAY, 17 SEPTEMBER 
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