Juan Carlos de la Fuente (Lima), poet, writer, blogger and communicator, is the author of a book where the beauty is the place that is everywhere and nowhere .
Juan Carlos de la Fuente has written extensively and published shortly, as every poet must respect to poetry. In fact, the permanent correction is often true holy grail of creation. I think that an author should take the necessary distance and be very self-critical. Nothing much gets published. Too long silences are not recommended. If a book is not published, does not exist. Part of the maturity and wisdom to give the years is to know when to shut up and, of course, when you break the silence. Although not forget that poetry can also be a silent scream.
Like most writers of this country, Juan Carlos has had to steal time to his frenzied work as editor of digital media content and a well known phone company to write a wise and contemplative poetry, where the verses are arranged as brick wall: in order, bound together very strong and sovereign owners of the space they deserve. His book Beauty is a (Carpe Diem Publishing, 2010) is a proof that his poetry is cast in the workshop of an artisan of the word.
In his second book, The boats that fired the sun , present the same items that appear in Beauty is a : the idea that life is a fragile vessel in a brief trip, landscape dominated water clarity and density of the stone and the control of the linguistic and poetic. Beauty is in place, the verbal horizons have been identified and better aesthetic achievements jump to the naked eye. Behind the expression is seen also a great reader and a keen observer of transience with flowing river of life and death.
A poem is an enclosed space where the reader comes premunity emotions over concepts. There, the pictures are worth more than the arguments, the variety of meanings rather than a unique performance and linear and what is not said rather than explicit. In other words, poetry is read by another logic, another spiritual disposition and with another human face. But for a poetry reading is helpful, the poet must master certain rules like composition (the connections that set the verses to each other), rhythm (ie, internal and external harmony of the poem), the economy of language and creative tension (concentration imaginative language), the domain of space (blanks advantage and silence) and work properly linguistic (language correction, motor and brake operator).
poems De la Fuente meet all the requirements of poetry, but shines through the expressive connotations and cleaning with images showing: "The light has become street / river / snake / And I'm stone / On what wings fly to me? / / When you fell / a word / you held "(Conversation with Alejandra). "I sail the sea as if it were outside, / and you call me, Lady of Forgetfulness / / You are the dream that will never admit it was a body / / The sea is out, the horizon in / and do not hear me: I'm a castaway on my house "(Penelope). And, especially notable for the way they become explicit silence that covers the world: "When a voice falls / is because I do not belong to anyone."
keys to read the book are two: the notion that life is a movement that leads nowhere and that beauty is not in a particular site, but it is outside and within, above and below things, in the light and dark. "This book is the beginning of a journey but it could be his final book opens and closes at the same time. Touches the strings of empty, sounds like things, I added a little fire and thrown into the ocean. And it goes by time, from place to place, trying to catch it escapes. Not only escapes she flees to the center, to refuse. Because beauty is not a place, there is one, is it all places? "Says the poet.
Juan Carlos de la Fuente has written extensively and published shortly, as every poet must respect to poetry. In fact, the permanent correction is often true holy grail of creation. I think that an author should take the necessary distance and be very self-critical. Nothing much gets published. Too long silences are not recommended. If a book is not published, does not exist. Part of the maturity and wisdom to give the years is to know when to shut up and, of course, when you break the silence. Although not forget that poetry can also be a silent scream.
Like most writers of this country, Juan Carlos has had to steal time to his frenzied work as editor of digital media content and a well known phone company to write a wise and contemplative poetry, where the verses are arranged as brick wall: in order, bound together very strong and sovereign owners of the space they deserve. His book Beauty is a (Carpe Diem Publishing, 2010) is a proof that his poetry is cast in the workshop of an artisan of the word.
In his second book, The boats that fired the sun , present the same items that appear in Beauty is a : the idea that life is a fragile vessel in a brief trip, landscape dominated water clarity and density of the stone and the control of the linguistic and poetic. Beauty is in place, the verbal horizons have been identified and better aesthetic achievements jump to the naked eye. Behind the expression is seen also a great reader and a keen observer of transience with flowing river of life and death.
A poem is an enclosed space where the reader comes premunity emotions over concepts. There, the pictures are worth more than the arguments, the variety of meanings rather than a unique performance and linear and what is not said rather than explicit. In other words, poetry is read by another logic, another spiritual disposition and with another human face. But for a poetry reading is helpful, the poet must master certain rules like composition (the connections that set the verses to each other), rhythm (ie, internal and external harmony of the poem), the economy of language and creative tension (concentration imaginative language), the domain of space (blanks advantage and silence) and work properly linguistic (language correction, motor and brake operator).
poems De la Fuente meet all the requirements of poetry, but shines through the expressive connotations and cleaning with images showing: "The light has become street / river / snake / And I'm stone / On what wings fly to me? / / When you fell / a word / you held "(Conversation with Alejandra). "I sail the sea as if it were outside, / and you call me, Lady of Forgetfulness / / You are the dream that will never admit it was a body / / The sea is out, the horizon in / and do not hear me: I'm a castaway on my house "(Penelope). And, especially notable for the way they become explicit silence that covers the world: "When a voice falls / is because I do not belong to anyone."
keys to read the book are two: the notion that life is a movement that leads nowhere and that beauty is not in a particular site, but it is outside and within, above and below things, in the light and dark. "This book is the beginning of a journey but it could be his final book opens and closes at the same time. Touches the strings of empty, sounds like things, I added a little fire and thrown into the ocean. And it goes by time, from place to place, trying to catch it escapes. Not only escapes she flees to the center, to refuse. Because beauty is not a place, there is one, is it all places? "Says the poet.
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BASHO
You spoke of the sun the moon I
Eclipse words
(JCF)
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