acrobat Clarity Hugo Savino strong brand, they are paintings of an eye transformed. Sometimes leaves the characters portrayed by the colors of the day: "The morning light, the car in the morning."
I like that lyric that makes from the first poem: "memory extralúcida / sun in the morning" and the word convoy! Walk and gun pace with the first poem that goes well in the end and closes perfect. Scratch the best phrase "as in northwest wind said" the bottom of the pot. " King
some verbs such as "snip", owner of few words: "rantifusa." Hugo Savino making lists, mad pride or humility as a tumbler perfect artist Jean Starobinski writes.
"Dust in the wind": time. Whenever it is time ... time that ruins everything, as he says Graciela Schvartz. It is time line ... always will be "In the morning sun": the lyrical, time-to-do, the scene, the light. Almost always in the poems of Hugo Savino is the "morning sun" ... Do not be stolen tomorrow, "wrote Tsvietáieva-though it's hard to" get in the shoes "because even the shoes hurt, and I told him walking and Nicholas Rosa understanding. Although hard to leave the complaint because it was created with the anger in the cradle (and now it is morning sun lemon). The poems go, and desolate, for the vertigo and vision of the vocation sham ... contradictory of the day: "late is joy," as he writes in another poem. It will be only a matter of spending the morning ... Osvaldo Lamborghini was also well ... must be born with armed on the day we must arm themselves, divine Milita counterclaim Molina.
And yes, everything would be divided between those who are and are not "stingy time" ... We must learn to let go, as for the river, "he told me of a small-town woman, once, Hebe Uhart ... or tomorrow ... for the province and city, Hugo Savino, are sometimes the same.
The poem Richmond Couto brings the atmosphere is beautiful. That is also writing "with your ass" ... as Tsvietáieva recalls and portrays his friends, as he sings his ass, as in A Dedication that begins to correct, violence of love, what they say about their relationship with Mandelstam. As if to say: want to know: was well . The intervening, the crying, a delicacy ... Savino said it and repeated it a thousand times ... the delicacy to intervene ... Years ago he writes.
Another poem of binding is the "the twin Pinamar" ... I repeat all ... I come very close to that script "in my hand is my voice ... Hugo Savino is so difficult, so that "flees (n) the demon of comparison" ... You have to write what can not be written. And he goes Zelarayán
"a pearl / no sea swallow" was the Great Salt of a drop of blood intellectual no sea deleted? (I do not mention it, sure.) It Lautréamont Savino, "he says after," but it is ours. Of who reads it and I read in Zelarayán. I believe in property and gifts, as it looks.
The Pirozzi
of "air cast" ... has the pregnancy of the findings calm, there also is the grasping time. Still in "the complaint of the evening" ... the time of day and another great word that captures your ear: the piles ... The painting, very close to the written voice.
Norberto Gómez "listen with their hands", says Adriana Savino Yoel in Bloc. And when compared with the Psalmist ... I find Meschonnic ... has shown us how much
... Someone ... "do not know hat hat" is marked: those who understand and those who do not understand, one writes for gripping loose to the other is to abandon, as I said Irina Bogdaschevski, amazed at my literary care. The strong phrase that once we translated Hugo Savino: "Sartre knew, Baudelaire did not know", writing is the strongest not explain.
In the poems of Hugo Savino all we are very close friends. It's great for the nicknames: the Bovarys, rhetoricians, the revelers or disciples, scholars, teachers of letters ... But also, everything comes from the "last sleep" ... Everything is in its infancy, everything else is self-absorption.
Great to see and hear the poem in the hopes ... Because Clarity is a book that weaves a thin thread, that of life, but a life that lurks, that is always awake and not comforted, which links all the fragments of every page. Hugo Savino
own world up with his four books: the "runner irmiano," that of the seamstress, hope and sadness of the poem, his own world, the past itself. Close a book by another: The timeline , northwest wind, kills Jump and acrobat Clarity.
emphasize almost everything, especially the descriptions bets "at the foot of purity", "legs of honey" ... and that becomes more enigmatic when things and only hope is the "myth of clarity / breaking in cackle "... But he knows what he says, the same ... and you know and say what corner and not come out, like some pictures in the workshop.
What good step that gives way to follow the stride of writing, the find, Mastronardi and the question of the Journal of straps! Hugo Savino
seeks, in the void of time, Hugo Savino seeks, consciously squeezing the poetry.
Laura Estrin
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