The Blue Lotus label of Olé books publishes “Crónicas del maldormir”.
Text: Enrique Villagrasa
Says Charles Baudelaire in the poem The albatross that “The poet is similar to the prince of the clouds/ Who stalks the storm and laughs at the archer;/ exiled on the ground amid boos,/ his giant wings prevent him from walking>>. They make our poet write and write about that bad sleep, that insomnia, with agile, humble, simple verse but it arrives and in what way; and also the quote from Colette, which opens the collection of poems, is key: “Insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge”, which leads me to think about the poem City without sleep. Brooklyn Bridge Night by Federico García Lorca in Poet in New York (Galaxia Gutenberg, 2015): “No one in the world sleeps. Nobody, nobody./ Nobody sleeps.”
That sleepless landscape, at the dawn of insomnia, cited six times in Chronicles of bad sleep (Blue Lotus-Olé books), the teacher’s second collection of poems, Asun Perruca Hurtado (Molina de Aragón, Guadalajara, 1964 – settled in Calamocha in her work as a teacher), the book that concerns us, is therefore that one and not another, that wind: “The WIND makes the skin of the water tremble/.” And it is like that, we know it well, and that is why Asun tells us that life is not a dream and that we must be alert in that “scenario of reality and desires.” And contradicting our Calderón de la BarcaWell, not all life is a dream, nor are all dreams dreams. Although, we need to have dreams to be able to resist this tragicomedy that has been our lot. In this case, insomnia becomes a demiurge task and is a good that we readers enjoy. The poet Perruca, I don’t know if so much or yes, because “she still wants to step on the ground / and wrap herself in the smell / of existence.” That’s nothing!
The aforementioned Baudelaire quartet is included in his work The flowers of evil. A poem that everyone knows and it is possible that it is one of the books that has had the greatest influence on world poetry, so it is not strange that Asun Perruca cites it among his verses, which gives us reason to think that he has read and a lot. To know how to write you need to know how to read and read; and to write more poems if possible, without going any further. Poetry requires the poet to have read a lot and everything. And then it will be seen if the elf, the angel and the muse take it into consideration: “The night does not fall so black.”
in the poem The stars look at me There are these verses to which I refer: <
Asun Perruca’s poetry is what it is, being in this his agile verse. It is testimony. It is an effort and no less in the almost round poems. It is the demiurge task of a certain person, her, Asun Perruca. And here there is only one cause: insomnia and in this case and for now creative insomnia. And, I believe that after reading this intense, meaningful, and interesting collection of poems written in the wake of the insomnia of the winter, poetry wins and psychiatry and psychology lose. So we can say that poetry does heal, as long as it helps in the healing process: “The hands of winter leave.”
THE WIND makes you tremble
the skin of the water.
The verses tremble in the night
with different silence
of the crickets.
The absent voice trembles in the smoke
and stains the ceiling.
A face is pixelated on the screen
and a memory trembles
in the impossible void
of insomnia.
another cup of coffee
trembles in your hands.
The hours of fire come together,
when the flames tremble
and on the wall they are drawn
two bodies that tremble,
It is not known if it is love
or fear.
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