![]() ![]() His model (in Castilian) was Miguel Hernández, a good poet whom, for some reason, bad poets seem to adore (my explanation, though it’s probably simplistic, is that Hernández writes about pain, impelled by pain, and bad poets generally suffer like laboratory animals, especially during their protracted youth). His Castilian poetry was well meaning, affected, and quite often clumsy, without the slightest glimmer of originality. ![]() He wrote in Castilian and Catalan with results that were fundamentally similar, though formally different. ![]() He was born in 1953 like me and he was a poet. I met Enrique Martin a few months after arriving in Barcelona. The opening assertion is true, but that way lie ruin, madness, and death. A poet, on the other hand, can endure anything. ![]() But that’s not true: there are obviously limits to what a human being can endure. Which amounts to saying that a human being can endure anything. “ENRIQUE MARTIN” (from LAST EVENINGS ON EARTH)Ī poet can endure anything. ![]()
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