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Nettles
Luisa Futoransky is a poet of lived experience above all, though not hers alone; other voices inhabit the work, whether of friends, lovers, fellow travellers (people she met or figures from history and literature). Like her fiction, the poetry employs a direct language rooted in anecdote and reflection, while sometimes delighting in playful experimentalism. Hers are mosaic narratives, made of pieces, fragments. Something else to notice in Nettles is her flair for the theatrical, especially acute when she writes in shorter forms. Surely her studies of opera helped to hone her instinct for the dramatic gesture. But to think that we start in Rome with this book only to end up in Ohio. That is some sense of humour.
The Lights of Home
Because of political, cultural, or economic difficulties in their homelands, Latin American writers have often sought refuge abroad. Their independent searches for a haven in which to write often ended in Paris, long a city of writes in exile. This is more than solely a group biography of these writers or an explication of material they wrote about Paris; it is also a luminous account of the work they wrote while in Paris, often based in their homelands. It explores how Paris reacted to this wave of Latin American writers and how these writers absorbed Parisian influences and welded them to their own traditions setting the stage for immense success and power of works coming from Central and South America over the last half of the twentieth century.
Duración Del Viaje
"First English translation of well-known Argentine novelist and poet, resident in Paris since 1981. Collected poems from six volumes spanning 1972-97 treat topics including travel, Jewish culture, and exile. En face. Highly cosmopolitan, cerebral poems, translated effectively by Weiss. Back-cover biographical information; no other locating material"--Handbook of Latin American Studies, v. 58
Humus... humus
Humus... humus se llama y apellida así por la crema de garbanzos, el plato más emblemático y popular de todo Medio Oriente y humus por la sal de la tierra, por su capa más fértil pero hecha de todo lo descompuesto. Este libro está entretejido con hebras de dulzuras y violencias. Con rumor de aviones y arcoíris silenciosos. Con encuentros, maravillas y fantasmas. A lo Sísifo, me acompañó muchos años. Y, tozuda, cada vez lo volví a empezar, a vivir, a reescribir. En este fin de año sombrío y embrollado está exigiendo salir al aire. Como a todo buen barrilete, hecho con las reglas del arte, varillas frágiles y precisas, papeles transparentes y cola invencible, lo suelto y me pronuncio la fórmula de rigor: aflojale que colea. Luisa Futoransky, diciembre 2020 La identidad y su contrapartida, lo discordante, hablan hondamente en Humus... humus. Ecuación y metáfora campean en la lírica de Luisa Futoransky: ilumina lo singular y observa con escéptica simpatía. Así vuelve a poner en juego la decisión por un mundo posible, donde la indignación sacuda, todavía, la opacidad de una sociedad dormida. claudia schvartz
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Luz de Invierno
Homenaje a Luisa Futoransky
Babel, Babel
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