Oliverio Girondo (1891–1967)
Autor von Veinte Poemas Para Ser Leidos En El Tranvia; Calcomanias; Y Otros Poemas (Coleccion Visor de poesia) (Spanish Edition)
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Now that's out of the way, know that this is a wonderful little book, and Clearly has done me a great service by putting it together. Girondo's early poems start out like standard description-of-a-place modernism, but tend to end with what Borges called a slap in the face: a description of a street scene ends with "As I reach the corner, my shadow breaks free and promptly throws itself under the wheels of a streetcar," for instance.
There are also little squibs, 'Headings,' like "the remarkable thing is not that van Gogh cut off an ear but rather than he cut one."
I could go on, I more or less want to quote the whole book. Girondo's poetry and prose is gloriously weird, actually disturbing. He doesn't write about, like, f**ked up sh*t--he writes about things that knock you off balance despite their lack of fuckedupedness, writes curses and crises, of the boredom of being human when we want wings or tails, writes invitations to vomit, and towards the end of his career, writes incantatory horror stories of the Pure No. It reminds me a little of Herbert (Z-Big, not George), in that it's easy to read but difficult to live with. Glorious stuff.… (mehr)