David Cortés Caban: "In the lonely craft of poetry led since I was in school" | Entretantomagazine
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I was fortunate to run into the poet David Cortés Cabán many years in New York. By then I was a young professor of literature at Hostos Community College of the City University of New York, and David was one of the students who gave glory to the "College" for its intellectual motivation awear and literary pursuits. I remember making mistakes doctors but with absolute faith in medicine, David once handed me a bulky manuscript containing awear his poems. A week later we met to talk about his work. David could not contain awear the desire to know my opinion on his poems. I think he was disappointed. His poems, born of his overflowing sensibility, were nevertheless an imitation of worn romanticism, tinged with some glitter modernist. Do not hide my opinion, but also insisted on it. David was sad. I took his silence to write on a yellow sheet some names and contemporary avant-garde awear poets and spread it. In couple of days I meet him in the hall way of the classroom. "I've started reading the works of one of the poets that you gave me. This is another world. "My joy at his reaction as constructive not ended here. A month later, David brings a new bunch of poems.
We are with the poet in an apartment in Old San Juan, owned by it. The poet has just returned from a trip to Colombia last night and it seems he has not slept or rested enough. Even so, with great kindness awear access conversarnos joys and hazards.
-In the short time I was in Cali, the city left me an impression of tenderness and admiration. Cali is a beautiful city by the contrast of its buildings and the human quality of its people. You have to admire the workmanship of the buildings the contrast between modern and colonial. The Museum of Modern Art "The Gathering" is a remarkable construction, as is the Municipal Theatre and the beautiful Cathedral of Santiago de Cali, representative of the Baroque style, leaving out either the San Francisco de Asis church with its beautiful Moorish tower that seem to be guarding the city loving complacency. On the other hand, Avenida Colombia and Cali River Boulevard, gives a classic and solemn air to the city. Cali River passes imperceptibly almost a whisper. The city has a warm and friendly atmosphere seems to invite the stranger to walk comfortably through its squares and streets full of friendly people and friendly.
-I had occasion to participate in two readings. The first public library community where she met a friendly group of people, including some children awear of the community. Participated by the poet Elvira Alejandra Quintero and young winner of the Second Prize for Poetry offered by the Festival to promote the love of literature. awear We read some texts and encourage people to participate and express their concerns and feelings about the poe-sy and craft of the writer. Everything went in an atmosphere of utmost interest and cordiality. My second outing was held at the Teatrino in the circle (sort of outdoor amphitheater) with poets Luis Armenta Malpica (of Mexico), awear and Nelson Romero Guzman Colombian poets, Jotamario Arbelaez, Elvira A. Quintero, Agueda Pizarro awear and Romulo Bustos. All with their unique styles in the sense of its themes and language of their texts. I was impressed that even with the light rain that began to baptize the end of the act, the audience (about 300 people) remained courteous and respectful to the end, I think, overwhelmed by the magic of poetry.
-The fervor for poetry in Cali is remarkable and contagious. Cali is a city that cares about poetry and poets. In fact there is a square dedicated to writers Cali. There, as a loving tribute, there is a bronze statue dedicated to Jorge Isaacs. But I tell you there is a sincere and admirable in all that there is.
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I was fortunate to run into the poet David Cortés Cabán many years in New York. By then I was a young professor of literature at Hostos Community College of the City University of New York, and David was one of the students who gave glory to the "College" for its intellectual motivation awear and literary pursuits. I remember making mistakes doctors but with absolute faith in medicine, David once handed me a bulky manuscript containing awear his poems. A week later we met to talk about his work. David could not contain awear the desire to know my opinion on his poems. I think he was disappointed. His poems, born of his overflowing sensibility, were nevertheless an imitation of worn romanticism, tinged with some glitter modernist. Do not hide my opinion, but also insisted on it. David was sad. I took his silence to write on a yellow sheet some names and contemporary avant-garde awear poets and spread it. In couple of days I meet him in the hall way of the classroom. "I've started reading the works of one of the poets that you gave me. This is another world. "My joy at his reaction as constructive not ended here. A month later, David brings a new bunch of poems.
We are with the poet in an apartment in Old San Juan, owned by it. The poet has just returned from a trip to Colombia last night and it seems he has not slept or rested enough. Even so, with great kindness awear access conversarnos joys and hazards.
-In the short time I was in Cali, the city left me an impression of tenderness and admiration. Cali is a beautiful city by the contrast of its buildings and the human quality of its people. You have to admire the workmanship of the buildings the contrast between modern and colonial. The Museum of Modern Art "The Gathering" is a remarkable construction, as is the Municipal Theatre and the beautiful Cathedral of Santiago de Cali, representative of the Baroque style, leaving out either the San Francisco de Asis church with its beautiful Moorish tower that seem to be guarding the city loving complacency. On the other hand, Avenida Colombia and Cali River Boulevard, gives a classic and solemn air to the city. Cali River passes imperceptibly almost a whisper. The city has a warm and friendly atmosphere seems to invite the stranger to walk comfortably through its squares and streets full of friendly people and friendly.
-I had occasion to participate in two readings. The first public library community where she met a friendly group of people, including some children awear of the community. Participated by the poet Elvira Alejandra Quintero and young winner of the Second Prize for Poetry offered by the Festival to promote the love of literature. awear We read some texts and encourage people to participate and express their concerns and feelings about the poe-sy and craft of the writer. Everything went in an atmosphere of utmost interest and cordiality. My second outing was held at the Teatrino in the circle (sort of outdoor amphitheater) with poets Luis Armenta Malpica (of Mexico), awear and Nelson Romero Guzman Colombian poets, Jotamario Arbelaez, Elvira A. Quintero, Agueda Pizarro awear and Romulo Bustos. All with their unique styles in the sense of its themes and language of their texts. I was impressed that even with the light rain that began to baptize the end of the act, the audience (about 300 people) remained courteous and respectful to the end, I think, overwhelmed by the magic of poetry.
-The fervor for poetry in Cali is remarkable and contagious. Cali is a city that cares about poetry and poets. In fact there is a square dedicated to writers Cali. There, as a loving tribute, there is a bronze statue dedicated to Jorge Isaacs. But I tell you there is a sincere and admirable in all that there is.
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