Cut verses to walk a city. Scenarios and recreate the memory strip between rides: not write poems / were written while walking alone . In the poems of Julia Lerman the memory of a city and a love language of forgetfulness but no personal regrets, are the outlines of a definite poetic about experiences of place. Landscapes characterized by personal experience. And turning everything tends to be autobiographical place. A poem that is written to the rhythm of the walk. In Paris Intramuros (Suri stubborn Editions, 2008) highlights a trend chart, spaces proposed as arrays of memory. Constants citadina poetry with pictorial approaches. Travels as attempts to work with the objective. Create and objectified. Compose a file of time and distance, turned wall: four walls dull in the distance / flashing the memory of a city . Poems from abroad, guests visitors, walkers and different from one another to make the poem between praise the ride and writing. How to write and make roads to the letter. Material fugitive impressions, paradoxes of time and space with the findings of the report: do not need to be in Paris / to be in Paris I stayed / in that chair hugging airport. To scan his verses evoke spacious, rides, roads concerned. Contemplation of expression that gives us the aesthetic look of a lodge in the spaces provided. Vernacular poems: Paris, Buenos Aires, Paris, Buenos Aires: Corrientes in me under / in a corner of Saint-Germain . Poems like urban notes. A travelogue in verse in the prevailing alliteration of memory. Lerman writes a collection of anecdotes beyond time. eyes I have in the streets runs bridges rivers. A city seen and counted. Direct observation. The rumor of conflicting languages, different customs, histories and nationalities in parallel and separately. A cosmopolitan aesthetic. When people are also cities: Paris When I dream I dream of you / and vice versa . And each person builds his own imaginary cities: each one makes his Paris and Buenos Aires did to me / in a way that I / I wonder where I come . In These days without stands like a dancer syntax. And full lines like these: I have to write / what I read . A Postcard from Paris returns places, Pictures, epiphanies of a platform, slide. Record in front of a live model in motion. Silent film of the sound of rain falling, a documentary by an odd look, innocent, always new. Writing is naked within the walls of seclusion and the memory is to know how to do something about loneliness. Intimacy without intimacy of Juliet Lerman and verses that are read with pleasure.
Mirta Nicholas
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