The number 19, who runs the magazine Exile Vargascarreño Hernán, offers the reader an anthology of poems published cucuteño Miguel Méndez Camacho, recognized in the field of Colombian poetry. This compilation of texts of particular interest for the magazine's director, who decides, as a tribute group a series of poems that are of the best productions of the writer. To take the loneliness is a collection of poems full of reflection, of absence, is the becoming of a man who has kept his course by the horizons of dispossession in memory, which has racked the paths of tedium and has woven with its stones the frame of thought always open to the chances of misunderstandings. Text supplied by the encounter with his past, tissue heat of bodies in flight, borne on the failure of a fresh start, a loss: a death.
Underlying this anthology the author's poetic production, mainly of his four books: The blind shots (Cúcuta, 1968), Poems of homely (Cúcuta, 1971), Instructions for nostalgia ( Buenos Aires, 1984), and disappointments and songs (Bogotá, 2003). Compendium that highlights the ability of the author towards the deep reflections of the everyday, constant loneliness, the unfinished thirst companies, and especially boredom.
Ponte Shame:
is there under the bed clothes
next fall.
Pick it up and over your cheeks
dilúyelo like a makeup.
The formal, that is the title of the poem that begins with the above lines, which can be seen kissing the boredom of women who will eventually be prey to escape, but women committed to the arts of love, delivered, not submissive , bold, not bold. Female bed and agony of those who share his body with the solitude of the possessor, those who understand that the bed is a single train ticket, which the left behind from the same absence that accompanies the tour. Girls, girls only remind us that ...
lovers never give anything not to each other
and hands that cover the bodies are not intended to skin
if not forgetting the future alone. And
lavish caresses the bodies not
But the absence vacuum
The fear of being without company. Camacho Méndez
us into now, as the poems goes on the intricacies of the journey, rather than the journey of the traveler, the memory-resident insomniac, who curses over and over again forgetting the beloved, that hunting fights with their own clothes and luggage, you are never on time for next season, the other love. That is, at least, I can receive from his poem Night flyer, text, beautiful in its conception and full of metaphors made steps leaks.
The ride offers views, landscapes, some animals, and all the representation of absentees, which are trees, animals, roads and distant mountains to the lifeless hand, always pressed against the glass, on the other. That we hold for some time now and shut the doors and windows to let out indifferent, to provoke, well, the ruthless pit
doubt ... I was wondering
who now occupy our small hostel
transient.
And what a different face in the mirror
hang in the same place twice
was naked.
feel the loneliness is completely abandoned in a pond free of algae and fish, rather than pond is a pool in one day dip our clothes and rags of love that we still have a palace of turbid water in which interchangeably, the vessel of the other searches for us and rescues us, of course, be remembered.
I do not know at what time the reading of poems attracted me and I ended up facedown in the pool of my own stories, so full of emptiness and absence, fresh, clean water, even transparent so recent. So, I follow string of letters and I dare to whisper the poem to read quietly, "... share
bodies which was all ours that we had, and that was enough
for all that we dream and we never had
also was given to us.
To take the loneliness is shown fine touch than the author has to create and recreate the memory hostile worlds of the other to aunarlo in their own pain and ensure that nothing is more universal the goodbye that hurts. Therefore, the poet invites us to hurry the passage to other ports, a ticket to a bad part. We woos and seduces us to in the midst of boredom we find joy in the goodbyes, the hands that are beaten and tear that waves, such as laughter raffled to anyone at the airports of departure. Despite the mockery of this frugal means to be alone ...
And when the loudspeakers announced
the journey continues,
turns and raises his arm towards the crowd
it is possible that those who greet you are also lonely
not
have no visits or absences.
You go and you stay in this text, and you know in advance that you have to leave, that the end of the reading is also the absence of company, good point. Still come back to him, turned into memories. Perhaps when you read something similar remember your pages, bled in the memory is now a grown woman with a thousand and a sadness that also left you, drunk and empty rib to rib, this "other" made in the poem Mendez verses ...
Of all the women who will live
is a lurking waiting for me.
not the demure, scrupulous, the timely, comprehensive
the subtle, the translucent
requetesabiada
the most worthy.
The other:
the alienated, the lewd, the possessive, the lascivious
unexpected
the greedy, the cruel, the untimely
the only respectable
of those many women who will live.
There is not just following the game that encourages the collection of poems, it is time to say goodbye, goodbye's doleful and drop escapes. Lack support and know the game, find place in the corner of a sister report, perhaps lover, hopefully lascivious. Only one trigger is always looking to be alone, chained to nothing, closed by our own selfishness, denied the freedom of others we run away. Is you who transgresses the order of flight and matching the proper steps with the melancholy of farewell on the lips of the other ...
One train leaves without
no planes,
one goes without boats.
One leaves.
Omar Alejandro González.
Tab Book: MENDEZ, Miguel Camacho. To take the loneliness. Anthology. Exile Editions. Bogotá-Santa Marta. 2009. Vol 19.
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