tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593764226213882767.post2932606746085626054..comments2024-02-22T15:48:50.427-08:00Comments on Poems and Poetics: Enrique Krauze: Can This Poet Save Mexico?Jerome Rothenberghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14166931849293504537noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5593764226213882767.post-59116120263339854762011-10-09T02:03:11.819-07:002011-10-09T02:03:11.819-07:00This a truly engaging entry into the life faced by...This a truly engaging entry into the life faced by such modern luminaries on our side of the world. I recently returned from an extended four month trip in Mexico, primarily living in the state of Puebla. The heat of activism is strong, yet its voice can be somewhat muddled under a Catholic romanticism tied to a sort of religious revival. This post amounts to an interesting foray into what could be termed the "death of the poet" or the "end of romanticism" wherein "language" itself is catapulted beyond our idea of words, which in a sense is not language! For me, as a native English speaker, the Spanish language was learned not through its words, but through the actions of its people and their hugely influential sensitivity towards interpersonal communication by "showing" and not necessarily "telling." This goes beyond thinking outside of intellectual boxes, and instead leads us, as one People under the sun, towards a revivification of Language as action, wherein we all, whether Language artists or not, must follow in the footsteps of Mr. Sicilia in that he transcends the final step of being which modern Man is faced with; he mounts the elision of definition over the fragility of the human condition and instead, sees to meet the expressed face of humanity as not the viral trap of a mask littered with words and sounds, but an uncovered face, pure in its reflection before a silent, open-eyed observer. As a confrontation with non-being, the shade and awful rush of negation proudly sits in all of its collective, inhumane distance from the heart of our truest pacific, universal nature. Let this civil uprising in Mexico lead us in the North, especially the poets, engineers of Language, to create a new kind of action that tempers up to the brim of each mind and leads all who hear to overspill with a need to connect and relate to the Light, the existent and the alive, whose voices always see through the struggle of mortal death unto the end of Night.Rusty Kjarvikhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03071547323352880050noreply@blogger.com