About Clubbing , Gabriel Goldberg (Vox, 2010)
war in poetry, in celebration of poetry, so organized, with official poets with subsidized rebel poets, with their lyrical transfixed, with their managers, your damn, every so often falls a book written . That does not fit into those categories. A book that speaks to the poetry, a book that makes poetry. A single book, that "the mess" is surprising because no style, no, and it is unclear where it comes from. We do not know the source. And why? Books that do not originate the style takes a while to read. They are not in the code. Clubbing comes with the lines of "fringed flowers." Gabriela Goldberg puts the poem on line, thread the phrase in singing, brings "the dearest charm, sometimes broken, sometimes come in question, lint / the light," little beauties line. The finding of a line that leads to another line and that one was read aloud, "in Chuzas / the shaggy / At the bottom of the leaves / the body turns / spot." Clubbing has a violent scenes, details: "envy grim" gall "rancor that ring," is also an evocation of lost time, "perhaps overturn the sentences stacked / or hail / on the table wearing a Chat soda /'s poor. " It is a book of acrobatics of life. Here all "empilchamos with nothing." The humor of hindsight: "cluck cluck! Treason. " No theory of humor, or the evocation or violence. It is a move in the lines. That is why anti-celebratory book of poetry. Many believe break everything and do nothing but serve the philosopher a poem of poetry. There is much poetic kitsch packaged in a breakup. Clubbing not come from nowhere is not going anywhere, is a poem because it mimics refractory anything. I read these poems as dream log or landscape vignettes. Scattered moments that come together in reading. Is spin. And I tell a story. The poems do not tell me anything, I suggest a narrative frayed. They are poems written with reality, poems that suggest the present of lived experience and scratch in the "weak memory." I bring a vision. I see and hear what I read. The world Clubbing starts to fillies, at a time to lose "catching butterflies", shading and afternoons: "colt morning / the sun / making landscape, wandering destination just because of privacy. Clubbing has some asocial, incitement to depart. Motion to not get caught. He does not preach what amuch, does not preach anything. They "reviewed the battles fingers", small scale of anger crackling sounds. Batahola which poem.
Hugo Savino
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