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In progress

La versión collage de poesía para la cartera de la dama y el bolsillo del caballero.

Mi total admiración, Laura Riding

DISCLAIMER OF THE PERSON
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I say myself.
The beginning was that no saying was.—
There was no beginning.
There is an end and there was no beginning.
There is a saying and there was no saying.
In the beginning God did not create.
There was no creation.
There was no God.
There was that I did not say.
I did not say because I could not say.
I could not say because I was not.
I was not because I am.
I am because I say.
I say myself.
Myself is all that was not said,
That never could be said,
Until I said ‘I say.’
I say.
I say myself.
How am I now who was not,
Yet who never was not?
What is now?
When is now?
What am I?
Who am I?
Where is now?
Where am I?
I am, I never have not been,
Words of agreement thing with thing.
Never was there not
Final agreement thing with thing.
I say final agreement thing with thing.
I say myself.
Never was I not.
Never has there been not now.
I am now because I never was not.
I am now because time is not.
I was not because God was.
Time is God.
God was time.
Time is thing on thing.
God was disagreement thing with thing.
Never were there not things.
Never was there not
Final agreement thing with thing.
Never was there God.
God did not say.
God did not create.
Never was there creation.
Never were there not things.
Never was there not
Final agreement thing with thing.
Agreement thing with thing is to say.
Never till now has it been said.
I say.
I say myself.
What is now?
Now is myself.
Now is when I say.
What am I?
I am what I say.
Who am I?
I am I who say.
Where is now?
Now is where I am.
Where am I?
I am in what I say.
What do I say?
I say myself.
What is myself?
Myself was not God.
Myself is not time.
I say God was not and time is not.
Now is final agreement thing with thing,
Which never has been not.
Now is all things one thing.
What is a thing?
It is that which, being not myself,
Is as myself in being not myself.
What is one thing?
It is all things myself
And each as myself
And none myself.
For I alone say.
I alone say myself.
I say myself only.
There is myself to say only.
There is one thing to say only.
There is one thing only.
Myself alone is the one thing only.
I am not I.
I am the one thing only
Which each thing is
When each as all is
In being each only.
I am not I. I am not I,
Though none other but myself am I.
I am the I which is not any one.
I am I.
I am not I.
To be myself has taken time, all time—
Has taken thing on thing, all things—
Has taken God,
Has taken thing with thing not one thing.
To be myself has taken life, thing and thing— 
Has taken death, thing and thing and nothing.
To be myself has taken to be not myself.
It was not myself, it is myself.
Now is I.
I am not I. I am now.
Before now was a world.
Now is I.
A world is a before.
A world has no beginning.
A before has no beginning.
A before always was.
A now always is.
Never was now.
Always is now. Never was I.
Always am I.
I am whatever now is always.
I am not I.
I am not a world.
I am a woman.
I am not the sun which multiplied,
I am the moon which singled.
I am not the moon but a singling.
I am I.
I am my name.
My name is not my name.
It is the name of what I say.
My name is what is said.
I alone say.
I alone am not I.
I am my name.
My name is not my name,
My name is the name.
The name is the one word only.
The one word only is the one thing only.
The one thing only is the word which says. 
The word which says is no word.
The one word only is no word.
The one word only is agreement
Word with word finally. 

Felicidad de imprenta

Después de 11 años, vuelvo a la imprenta con un libro.... ¡doble!
Realmente me siento feliz y lo CELEBRO, como proponía Susana Thénon en su poema.

Parte de un mismo cuerpo

En 2011, estuve probando asistir a un taller de poesía. Fue una experiencia interesante, probar un taller, que en verdad duró poco, pero de eso se trata; a veces (la vida).

Durante el taller, cobró forma la plaqueta Parte de un mismo cuerpo, que es un poemario de uno de mis blogs La Rebelión Poética.

La plaqueta incluyó dos dibujos míos con tinta.

Pueden adquirir un ejemplar escribiéndome un mail ó a FB kiosco de poesía
Clic para leerla en scribd

Mensajes originales

Otro tipo de cuadernillos, son la serie de mensajes originales; que constan de un collage de fotos y mails en formato txt.

Todo esto surge más o menos así:

De 1999 a 2002, estuve trabajando en Visa, en el área de publicidad. Por aquel entonces, internet se reducía a los mails, algún que otro sitio y chau. Así que definitivamente el mail era el medio elegido para intercambiar ideas, sensaciones, versos y sueños, con amigos y amigas de distintas latitudes. Claro, para mí se trataba de una forma más de poesía. El hecho del formato mail y el contexto oficina eran un detalle, la cuestión era la palabra, las palabras; que iban y venían.

Y en una tarde de visita a la casa de mis padres, buscando unos archivos; dí con un diskette que contenía gran parte de los mails de esos años. ¡Tesoro! Y se me vino a la mente, la idea de ensamblarlos con unas fotos que hizo Juan Manuel. Fotos de su viaje por Oriente. Y con otras fotos mías, de un viaje por la isla Martín García. Todo en la compu, formato digital.

Y sucede que Noe Rivero me pregunta por esos cuadernillos y que cuando podía ver uno... Pero si no están impresos, le respondí. Pues deberías imprimirlos, me dice Noe.

Y esta es la historia del formato Mensajes originales, que seguirá alimentándose de viajes, exclusivamente....

El golpe de la tinta

Así que durante 2011, además de darle forma a Novela (*), una obra poética descarada, que ahora -Febrero de 2012- se encuentra en imprenta, me dediqué a escribir en la máquina. Y fui dando con un formato que me interesó para armar distintas series de cuadernillos de poesía.

Los primeros fueron: la serie Brooksfield, la serie C.R.E.O.

Ahora estoy armando nuevas series:

• Poesía para la cartera de la dama y el bolsillo del caballero.
• Cuadernillos (para cada estación).

POESÍA 

para la cartera de la dama

el bolsillo del caballero

Cada set consta de 2 cuadernillos. Cada uno de ellos con poemas especialmente

escritos para la colección, inéditos en otros formatos de publicación y armados

a mano, con dibujos en tinta sobre papel plateado.

(pronto serie con collage y otro papel)

CUADERNILLOS

para cada estación

Se pueden adquirir por unidad, o por colección (x4).
Al término del año, se verá la colección completa -ahora en la cocina creativa-
signada por cada estación  (los colores marcan el cambio).

(*) Novela es un libro que desde 2008 quiero escribir y logré bajarlo a concreto en 2011.Dándole punto final, un domingo de febrero de 2012.