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He sido un psicólogo en un ambulatorio durante más de veinte y siete años. Las relaciones son una de las más importantes por derecho propio, sino en todos. ¿Por Que Las Relaciones Falan? (Spanish Edition) Los Ninos y el Divorcio (Spanish Edition). by Griggs Los Cinco Pasos de la Asertividad (Spanish Edition).
Lucky is both a victim of brutality and a compassionate observer of human quandaries: Given the existence [ His God, distant and personal, who can love, suffer, and become indifferent to human torment, corresponds to the complex and paradoxical conception of God in Vallejo's early poetry: I consecrate you God, because you love so much; because you never smile; because your heart must always ache so much.
The mention of skulls, as blue suffering stones, with which Lucky's speech comes to an abrupt end when he is assaulted by Vladimir, Estragon, and Pozzo, is akin to Vallejo's "The Stones": Stones do not offend; they covet nothing. They solely ask love of everybody, and they ask love of even Nothingness.
Fosforece un mohin de suenos crueles. Mas aca, mas aca. And it seems to me that I have always had this wall within reach. Of Luis Barahona de Soto, we possess an eclogue better than any thing else he has left us;  and of Pedro de Padilla, the friend of Cervantes and of Silvestre, a remarkable improvisator and a much loved man, we have a number of pastoral poems which carry with them a picturesque, antique air, from being made up in part of ballads and villancicos. In the street life awaits me ready to strike its blows at will. La amniocentesis es otra prueba habitual.
And if some of them go away crestfallen, or leave ashamed, it is because they must do something human. Even the situation of Lucky, who is pulled by a rope and beaten with it by those who punish him without cause, could have been inspired by another one of Vallejo's most anthologized poems in which he forecasts his own death: Cesar Vallejo has died, they beat him, all of them, without him doing anything to them; they gave it to him hard with a stick and hard likewise with a rope; witnesses are the Thursdays and the humerus bones, the loneliness, the rain, the roads.
In his own Peruvian context, Vallejo's religious poems corrected the writings of his most celebrated contemporaries, even those he admired. Unlike Manuel Gonzalez Prada-who railed against priests and Catholicism, and to whom Vallejo dedicated "The Eternal Dice," one of his poems of deicide-Vallejo does not attack the institutions of the Church.
Instead, he deploys the very concepts and categories of Catholic dogma in quarreling with his waning Christian faith. Vallejo's protests against our fate are nuanced by alternating feelings of pity, isolation, and guilt: responses to the affliction his poetic voice might have witnessed or caused, for he is not innocent and does not feel blameless. In "Dregs," in The Black Heralds, the poet laments the consequences of his anger: [ And the silence of her dignity with burning holy oils will put an end to it.
A misogynistic streak manifests itself in some of Vallejo's erotic poetry. Believe me, I sometimes have such anger toward women.
Here there is no divinity against which to argue, and the tragic vision subsides, but the malaise that informed his deicide in The Black Heralds intensifies. Most of the poems that make up the volume were conceived between 19rg and , a stormy period of Vallejo's life during which he attempted suicide, Abraham Valdelomar one of his most influential literary supporters in Peru died, and Vallejo was jailed in Trujillo for four months for his alleged participation in social unrest.
Trilce includes not only jaggedly abstract writing full of non sequiturs undoubtedly received as nonsensical babble by many of its first readers but also poems in which capitalized consonants are repeated within a word, spaces of various lengths separate words, and words are written vertically rather than horizontally or are grouped in geometrical patterns.
Vallejo creates neologisms to a much more daring degree in this book than he did in The Black Heralds, uses numbers as symbols, and turns nouns into verbs and verbs into adjectives. Trilce's originality, both surprising and transgressive, resonates with the gestures and sensibilities of Ron Silliman, Charles Bernstein, Lyn Hejinian, and other poets associated with the American Language Poetry movement of the is. Luis Alberto Sanchez called it "incomprehensible and outlandish," and Clemente Palma wondered if its unaccountable title and style were an affront to good taste.
Others, however, recognized TrUce as a great work beyond their grasp: "Trilce is incomprehensible, because it is strange, unique, and strong.
To understand it one needs a spontaneous critical attitude and an exceptional psychological endowment. Compare the following stanzas, two pages apart, which seem to have been written by two different poets. The first is from a poem in which a troubled adult consciousness evokes childhood memories, and the second from a poem that generates apprehension by endowing numbers with symbolic force: Aguedita, Nativa, Miguel? I call out, I grope in the dark. In Dario's poem the intractable search for poetic harmony is signaled by the image of the "impossible embrace of Venus de Milo.
You hardly act crippled, pullulating enwombed in the plenary arms of existence, of this existence that neverthelessez perpetual imperfection. Refuse, all of you, to set foot on the double security of Harmony. Truly refuse symmetry. Vallejo's poetry offers sustained reflections on time and memory, with inflections that honor Quevedo's engagements with human temporality and his masterful effects that seem to slow the passing of time or speed it up.
Vallejo redirects Quevedo's attainments in poems such as in Trilce LXIV, in which a whirlwind of remembrances are capped by a disquieting ordering of temporal labels: Oh voices and cities that pass galloping on a finger pointed at bald Unity. While, from much to much, farmhands of a great wise lineage pass, behind the three tardy dimensions.
Today No way! Tomorrow Yesterday Vallejo's tendency to create dramatic links between events that may have taken place at different times informs his rewriting of Abraham Valdelomar's poem "El hermano ausente en la cena de Pascua" "The absent brother at the Christmas meal". Valdelomar's poem captures the anguish of a mother at a family meal after the death of her son: There is an empty place toward which my mother turns her gaze of honey and the name of the absent one is whispered but he will not come today to the paschal table.
Four stanzas down, on another occasion he is invited to dine at a friend's home, where the mother is also absent; and yet there is a sense of communion.
His exhilaration and excitement on his arrival in France "Paris! Oh what a wonder! I have realized the greatest yearning that every cultured man feels when gazing at the globe of the earth! For a period of some six years he felt unsettled and paralyzed. In a letter he recounts the long years of worthless and perhaps injurious optimism in which I have lived in Europe I'm sunk in a provisional parenthesis, on the threshold of another form of existence that never comes.
I take everything as provisional. And so have transpired almost five years in Paris. Five years of waiting, without being able to do anything seriously, nothing in a state of rest, nothing definitive; agitated in a continuous economic stress that does not allow me to undertake or treat anything too deeply. He is continually requesting loans, payments, fellowships, governmental support, and even monetary gifts from friends and acquaintances in order to stay afloat.
He entered a short period of relative financial ease in with Georgette Philippart, his companion and future wife, thanks to a small inheritance she had received. This period coincided with his political radicalization, which began in , when he traveled to the Soviet Union on the first of three trips. He aroused suspicion from French immigration authorities, who tagged him as a potential subversive and deported him from the country in for his communist sympathies. He moved to Madrid, and returned to Paris two years later. Some of the prose poems that appear in Human Poems were written between and , and even though Vallejo possibly had intended to publish them under the title "Nomina de huesos," "Roster of bones" , the project never materialized.
He published many articles-one of his few sources of income-in newspapers and journals. Tungsten , his novel of social protest, set in a mining town in Peru, was published with some success, as were his accounts of his travel to the Soviet Union. In the os he worked on plays that were not produced or published in his lifetime.
The congress was a momentous political and literary event. The following year, his health failed, and he died without seeing a new book of his poems in print since Trilce was published in As Clayton Eshleman points out in his notes to this volume, the editorial problems associated with the posthumous poetry are insurmountable. We will never know with certainty which of the poems were actually finished and which Vallejo might have discarded.
Nor will we know how he would have organized them into collections or if he had envisaged some poems that would give others their raison d'etre. And we will never know how many poems or drafts may have been lost or destroyed. Many thoughtful critics and editors of Vallejo, including Roberto Paoli and Ricardo Gonzalez Vigil, have argued that the title Human Poems is an acceptable compromise for grouping most of the posthumous work, not just because this is how many of Vallejo's best poems have been known since , when his widow first gave them that title, but also because the adjective human is an apt one for Vallejo.
Other distinguished Vallejo critics and editors, including Ricardo SilvaSantisteban, disagree, arguing that the rubric is misleading because it groups many poems written from until that do not necessarily belong together. Eshleman decided to follow Gonzalez Vigil's critical edition and call the posthumous poems Human Poems, while acknowledging that informed discussions and fresh research may yield results that affect the organization of future editions.
Eshleman also followed editorial convention in considering the fifteen poems of Spain, Take This Cup from Me a separate entity. Hart, believe that the posthumous work includes the most mature and enduring of Vallejo's poetry. Although parts of Human Poems exemplify an aesthetic akin to that of his first two books, most of the poems evince an attentiveness to history with a myriad of cultural and geographical references unavailable to Vallejo in his Peruvian years-including poems in which he expresses the outrageous discrepancy between intellectuality and human experience: A man walks by with a baguette on his shoulder Am I going to write, after that, about my double?
Another sits, scratches, extracts a louse from his armpit, kills it How dare one speak about psychoanalysis? Another searches in the muck for bones, rinds How to write, after that, about the infinite? HUMAN POEMS Collective angst and compassion epitomize much of the later posthumous verse, including poems in which Vallejo's expressions of concern are not intended to single out individuals but to convey representative types: Beloved be the one who works by the day, by the month, by the hour, the one who sweats from pain or from shame, the one who pays with what he lacks, the one who sleeps on his back, the one who no longer remembers his childhood [.
In this poetry, religious imagery is at the service of empathy, solidarity, and redemption in the here and now, as in the following poem in which Vallejo remembers his deceased friend Alfonso, a musician: today I suffer bitterly sweet, I drink your blood as to Christ the hard, I eat your bone as to Christ the soft, because I love you, two by two, Alfonso, and could almost say so, eternally.
Christopher Maurer's edition of the complete poetry of Federico Garcia Lorca is a great achievement in Hispanism; and thanks to Eliot Weinberger, a beautiful edition of the collected poetry of Octavio Paz is available. Neruda has also been graced by splendid translations, including those by Alastair Reid. Eshleman's own accomplishment as a translator takes a special place in this felicitous context.
His Vallejo marks the first time that the complete poetry of a great Spanish-language poet has been translated in a volume by a single translator who is also a celebrated poet in his own right. Eshleman has been reading and translating Vallejo for almost five decades. The engaging account of this experience included as an appendix to this volume, his "Translator's Memoir," should be expanded into a book: it only hints at the considerable work, persistence, and personal sacrifice required to bring this book to completion, not to mention the many literary rewards that justified this rich odyssey.
It has taken the prolonged concentration of a resourceful poet, devoted to the work of his counterpart, a poet who can see into the potentialities and attainments, and even the shortcomings, of the original work.