I am Andalusian, so I can neither avoid it, nor deny it, the blood draws me. For this reason I have wanted to do a series of articles, this being "Andalusian poets I: Luis García Montero" the first of five, about Andalusian poets and poetry.
Let's start shelling out Luis Garcia Montero. Do you know it? If the answer is no, this is your chance to do it.
Luis Garcia Montero
Montero was born in the same land as García Lorca, Granada, in 1958. He is poet, literary critic, Professor of Spanish Literature at the University of Granada and essayist. Is married to another great of Spanish literature: Almudena Grandes.
Highlighting part of his extensive literary work we will highlight the following poems:
- AIDS, the disease without end, Granada, University (1989).
- And now you own the Brooklyn Bridge, Granada, University (Zumaya collection), 1980, Federico García Lorca Award.
- The foreign garden, Madrid, Rialp, Adonáis Award, 1983.
- Separate rooms, Madrid, Visor, 1994: (Loewe Prize and National Literature Prize).
- Almost a hundred poems (1980-1996): anthology, foreword by José Carlos Mainer, Madrid, Hiperión, 1997.
- Completely friday, Barcelona, Tusquets, 1998.
- Poetic anthology, Madrid, Castalia, 2002.
- The intimacy of the snake, Barcelona, Tusquets, 2003, National Critics Award 2003.
- Poetry (1980-2005); eight books arranged and collected, Barcelona, Tusquets, 2006.
- Childhood; Málaga, Castillo del Inglés Collection, 2006.
- Tired sight, Madrid, Viewer, 2008
- Songs, edition of Juan Carlos Abril, Valencia, Pre-Texts, 2009
- A winter of its own, Madrid, Viewer, 2011
- Streetwear, Madrid, Chair, 2011
- Separate rooms (20 years is something), Madrid: Visor, 2014, Edition by Juan Carlos Abril, Foreword by Jesús García Sánchez.
He has also published a novel: «Tomorrow will not be what God wants », on the life of the poet Ángel González, who died in 2008, "Don't tell me your life" and "Someone says your name."
3 selected poems
I have found it very difficult to just select 3 poems by Luis García Montero, but there they go:
Maybe you didn't see me
maybe nobody saw me so lost,
So cold in this corner But the wind
he thought I was stone
and wanted with my body to get rid.If I could find you
maybe if i found you i would know
explain me with you.But open and closed bars
streets at night and day,
stations without public,
entire neighborhoods with their people, lights,
phones, hallways and this corner,
they know nothing about you.And when the wind wants to destroy itself
looking for me at the door of your house.I repeat to the wind
What if I finally found you
that if you showed up, I would know
explain me with you.(Difficult love)
The light fell apart,
He made a mistake on his schedule for leaving you naked
blurred your eyes while you smiled at me.While you were smiling at me
I saw a bent shadow undress,
open the zipper slowly of silence,
leave on the carpet
civilization.And your body became golden and walkable,
happy as an omen that infuriated us.That infuriated us.
Only us
(comrades
of a noisy bed) and desire,
that difficult round trip,
that now insists and pushes me to remember youhappy, raised,
a lightning bolt between the eyes,
picking up your young schoolboy skirt.While you were smiling at me
I fell asleep
in the hands of a dream that I can't tell you.(Who are you?)
I know
that tender love chooses its cities
and each passion takes a home,
a different way of walking the corridors
or turn off the lights.And
that there is a sleeping portal on each lip,
an elevator without numbers,
a ladder full of little parentheses.I know that every illusion
has different shapes
to invent hearts or pronounce names
picking up the phone.
I know that every hope
always look for a way
to cover his naked shadow with the sheets
when you are going to wake up.And
that there is a date, a day, behind every street,
a desirable grudge,
a regret, half, in the body.I know
that love has different letters
to write: I'm leaving, to say:
I come back unexpectedly. Every time of doubt
needs a landscape.(I know that tender love chooses its cities ...)
a marvel