By Nicanor Parra
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i have no idea why Parra used to be no longer in this web site. i'm back correcting such an oversight. i don't know the way there may be lots from Bolano (thank you uploaders, via the way), after which not anything by way of Parra....very very unhappy scenario. tragic.
This is excellent.
from the intro:
When Parra’s strains look disconnected, the reason for this is that they arc attached
in a supralogical approach within which we're not acquainted with seeing issues.
When the conventions o f cause-and-result appear to be outraged, they are.
The poetry has moved and improved because the mind's eye in the back of it has
since the ebook of Poems and Antipoems. those who find themselves primary
with Parra's paintings will locate the humor extra sharply honed and darker,
the anger towards the outside and occasionally breaking via, the
language tighter, the compassion deeper and the statements extra
political—or besides extra social.
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Extra info for Emergency Poems
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