We are stretched to the frontiers of what we know, exploring language and the psyche. The poem is a gesture, a movement, an opening toward a greater truth or understanding. Art brings us to the edge of the incomprehensible. Poetry and life are prayer, enchantment, and transmutation of the being.
I carry on in this island whipped by typhoons
Chained to the sea as the waves
Crash against the dam, and I proclaim you.
I scream, until hoarse, your beloved name.
—José Manuel Cardona
One of the most impressive collections of poetry I’ve read in recent years. —Thomas McCarthy, Poetry International
whole lives into bundles in search
of what chooses us, what wants to come
back to the surface, what needs to be said.
We had so many dreams
we didn’t know what to make of them.
—In Search of Benevolent Immortality
Tu connais le pouvoir rédempteur
de la beauté et de la bonté
et tu sais que vivre, c’est défier la douleur
La passion reste en suspens dans le monde, prête à traverser les gens qui veulent bien se laisser traverser par elle. ―Marguerite Duras animae mundi colendae gratia for the sake of tending soul in and of the world