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Book Review: La Gallina degollada y otros cuentos, Horacio Quiroga

My favorite quote of the book:

"... y, como pasa fatalmente con todos los matrimonios jóvenes que se han amado intensamente una vez siquiera, la reconciliación llegó, tanto más efusiva cuanto más infames fueran los agravios."

My Full Review:

Pending review, I need to yap about this author.

My Other 2024 Readings.

Book Review: Poemas Esenciales by Federico Garcia Lorca

My Favorite poem of the book:

Amor de mis entrañas, viva muerte, en vano espero tu palabra escrita y pienso, con la flor que se marchita que si vivo sin mí quiero perderte. [...] Llena, pues, de palabras mi locura o déjame vivir en mi serena noche del ahora para siempre oscura. // Love of my guts, living death, in vain I await your written word and I think, with the whitering flower that if I live without me I want to lose you. [...] Fill, then, of words my madness or let me live in my serene night of now for ever dark.

My Full Review:

Oh Lorca, dear Lorca: were you set up to dissapoint me by your peers? Were my expectations too high? Is my understanding and knowledge of poetry that shallow? Was this particular selection a disservice to your works?

I think I'm simply not well versed in the style and artistic school of the "Generación del 27", but I couldn't really connect nor enjoy most of the poems included in this book.

Even the most basic symbolisms seemed too vague to me to truly grasp, and I feel so dissapointed in myself, because I really looked forward to finally reading his poetry, but the almost surrealist nature of his verses alienated me.

I hope I can come back to this book and to this poet with kinder eyes, it's the least he deserves from me.

My Other 2024 Readings

"Forgive me: I have slept. To sleep is not to live. Peace to all men. To live is not to sigh, nor to glimpse words which may still live us. To live in words? Words die, are beautiful to hear, but unenduring. Like this clear night. Yesterday at dawn. Or when the completed day draws out its final beam, which falls upon your face. It seals your eyes with a single stroke of light Sleep. The night is long, but already it is past."

Vicente Aleixandre, The Poet remembers his life

"Hay tanto amor en mi alma que no queda ni el rincón más estrecho para el odio. ¿Dónde quieres que ponga los rencores que tus vilezas puedan engendrar?"

~Amado Nervo, Tanto Amor