MEMORIES OF A RAT
“The most valuable thing man has is life. It is given only once and we have to live it in a way that no torturous pain is felt for the wasted years, so that shame doesn’t burn for the vile and mean yesterday, and so that in the moment of death we could say: All my life and all my strength have been devoted to the most beautiful purpose of life: the struggle of the mankind liberation! And we have to hurry to live. Because a stupid sickness or any tragic accident may cut short the trend of existence”
Nikolai Ostrovski, And the steel was hardened.
INTRODUCTION
TWO, THREE.. MAYBE FOUR WORDS.
“He said to him:
Poets feed, live from air.
And the poet ate him”
J.R.S.
While society covers us with visible or invisible mantles, the poet reveals himself.
Human being frequently becomes in insensitive, unperceptive and not living funereal bales. The poet, however, shows himself to the others, to life, to the society from the space of his sensibility, from his observer eye, from his perceptions which sift them in order to convert them in words, in an organized and meaningful poetical text.
Not everybody is a poet. Are they chosen beings?
Once poet William Stafford was asked: “When did you decide to become a poet?”, and he answered: “Your question is incorrect. We all born as poets, we discover how words sound and work, we got interested and enjoy with them. I only went on doing it, what everybody knows how to do. So your correct answer should be: why do people are not poets anymore?”
We are lucky that Peru is the nest of a lot of poets, beings who have not lose the innocence, the purity, the obstinate persistence for revealing life in the course of their lives. So we are a country of privileged beings.
For the poet, the word doesn’t only inform: it expresses emotions, sensations, feelings and ideas. He transforms it to give it other meanings; he uses the sounds displayed by the words, he changes the order of these to make his verses; likewise, the daily logic of expressions; all this in order to make bloom details of the word, to obtain from it other senses, to smash the words on the sheet of paper and discover new faces, distinct aspects, new lives.
There are poets who make us think, and others who make us feel. Pedro Lopez Ganvini joins –there’s no doubt- the second group.
Pedro approaches –in this book of poems- to society through by a topic: the sex, which in a large part of his work shows itself in a violent, painful relationship which finally becomes calmed.
Walking by the art is a marvel, but it is also a hard way, wherein the quest is the permanent purpose of each day which -seemingly- never ends.
This third book of Pedro Lopez Ganvini, is not his start in the long way of the poetry. This is his third book. Because “walker, there’s no way...you make way by walking”
Juan Rivera Saavedra.
Dramaturgy
EXORDIUM
Real lives inspire these verses. Examples of lives not to be followed; but delightfully provocative, multiple experiences torrentially orgasmic.
Based on an epithet which expresses, under its nastier sense, vile, rabble, opportunist, crooked, ignoble, liar, hypocritical and evil; which is also referred to beings who have or had unfortunate and turbid lives; who lived consciously or unconsciously, whose lives were swept away by the waves of stormy seas.
The theme of parallel lives and/or lives is dealt, their intense gratefulness and their deep anguishes. The calm and the storm. Recognizing and loving the lived time means having balls. Experiences which for others would be madness or incredible unruliness.
Who writes is just an observer and surely a bad commentator; but disturbed and tempted by that as a lot of mortal ones. There are male and female rats.
Maybe you’re a rat or you’re part of the life of one of these rats. Indeed, each being carries a rat inside who sometimes is let to see the daylight and sometimes we let it go for a walk in the park.
From his sight and with his idiosyncrasy, the observer’s eye describes the things and says what he feels about life, love, women, sea and it all. He also says, between lines, with some silences, his skepticism about some matters
The Author.
“The most valuable thing man has is life. It is given only once and we have to live it in a way that no torturous pain is felt for the wasted years, so that shame doesn’t burn for the vile and mean yesterday, and so that in the moment of death we could say: All my life and all my strength have been devoted to the most beautiful purpose of life: the struggle of the mankind liberation! And we have to hurry to live. Because a stupid sickness or any tragic accident may cut short the trend of existence”
Nikolai Ostrovski, And the steel was hardened.
INTRODUCTION
TWO, THREE.. MAYBE FOUR WORDS.
“He said to him:
Poets feed, live from air.
And the poet ate him”
J.R.S.
While society covers us with visible or invisible mantles, the poet reveals himself.
Human being frequently becomes in insensitive, unperceptive and not living funereal bales. The poet, however, shows himself to the others, to life, to the society from the space of his sensibility, from his observer eye, from his perceptions which sift them in order to convert them in words, in an organized and meaningful poetical text.
Not everybody is a poet. Are they chosen beings?
Once poet William Stafford was asked: “When did you decide to become a poet?”, and he answered: “Your question is incorrect. We all born as poets, we discover how words sound and work, we got interested and enjoy with them. I only went on doing it, what everybody knows how to do. So your correct answer should be: why do people are not poets anymore?”
We are lucky that Peru is the nest of a lot of poets, beings who have not lose the innocence, the purity, the obstinate persistence for revealing life in the course of their lives. So we are a country of privileged beings.
For the poet, the word doesn’t only inform: it expresses emotions, sensations, feelings and ideas. He transforms it to give it other meanings; he uses the sounds displayed by the words, he changes the order of these to make his verses; likewise, the daily logic of expressions; all this in order to make bloom details of the word, to obtain from it other senses, to smash the words on the sheet of paper and discover new faces, distinct aspects, new lives.
There are poets who make us think, and others who make us feel. Pedro Lopez Ganvini joins –there’s no doubt- the second group.
Pedro approaches –in this book of poems- to society through by a topic: the sex, which in a large part of his work shows itself in a violent, painful relationship which finally becomes calmed.
Walking by the art is a marvel, but it is also a hard way, wherein the quest is the permanent purpose of each day which -seemingly- never ends.
This third book of Pedro Lopez Ganvini, is not his start in the long way of the poetry. This is his third book. Because “walker, there’s no way...you make way by walking”
Juan Rivera Saavedra.
Dramaturgy
EXORDIUM
Real lives inspire these verses. Examples of lives not to be followed; but delightfully provocative, multiple experiences torrentially orgasmic.
Based on an epithet which expresses, under its nastier sense, vile, rabble, opportunist, crooked, ignoble, liar, hypocritical and evil; which is also referred to beings who have or had unfortunate and turbid lives; who lived consciously or unconsciously, whose lives were swept away by the waves of stormy seas.
The theme of parallel lives and/or lives is dealt, their intense gratefulness and their deep anguishes. The calm and the storm. Recognizing and loving the lived time means having balls. Experiences which for others would be madness or incredible unruliness.
Who writes is just an observer and surely a bad commentator; but disturbed and tempted by that as a lot of mortal ones. There are male and female rats.
Maybe you’re a rat or you’re part of the life of one of these rats. Indeed, each being carries a rat inside who sometimes is let to see the daylight and sometimes we let it go for a walk in the park.
From his sight and with his idiosyncrasy, the observer’s eye describes the things and says what he feels about life, love, women, sea and it all. He also says, between lines, with some silences, his skepticism about some matters
The Author.
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