Libro/Book: El individuo y su ceniza

Mi poemario debut ‘El Individuo y su ceniza’ publicado por Valparaíso Ediciones ya está en librerías en España y a la venta en línea.

https://valparaisoediciones.es/tienda/poesia/832-401-el-individuo-y-su-ceniza.html

Luego de dos décadas y un poco más de escribir poesía, este proceso culmina (y al mismo tiempo inicia otra nueva fase) con este libro. El trabajo de publicar un libro requiere una larga colaboración. Agradezco a los que me han ayudado a través de este proceso, empezando con mi amiga y poeta Elizabeth Torres, que ha sido una gran inspiración y mentora en mi camino como poeta en los últimos años. Extiendo un sincero agradecimiento a la poeta Angela García por leer el manuscrito y escribir una reseña que ahora vive en la contraportada de mi libro.


Igualmente, agradezco al equipo editorial de Valparaíso Ediciones por aceptar mi poemario que se une a una impresionante colección de publicaciones por esta gran editorial.

Se hará una recepción del poemario ‘El Individuo y su ceniza’ en Red Door, fecha y detalles por confirmarse.

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My debut poetry book in Spanish “El individuo y su ceniza” published by Valparaíso Ediciones is now in bookstores in Spain and for sale online.

https://valparaisoediciones.es/tienda/poesia/832-401-el-individuo-y-su-ceniza.html

After two decades of writing poetry, this process culminates (and at the same initiates a new phase) with this book. The work of publishing a book requires a long collaboration. I am grateful to those who have helped me through this process, starting with my friend and poet Elizabeth Torres, who has been a great inspiration and mentor on my path as a poet in recent years. I extend sincere thanks to the poet Angela García for reading the manuscript and writing a review that now lives on the back cover of my book.

Likewise, I thank the editorial team of Valparaíso Ediciones for accepting my submission, which joins an impressive collection of publications by this great publishing house.

3 Poems in Posit Journal

Delighted to have 3 poems published in the 35th edition of Posit journal. A special thanks to the editors for the brief editorial note accompanying my work:

Pablo Saborío’s poems sing with music and meaning, burning with “the fire / that only a human mouth // can ignite into language.” With stunning economy, his mellifluous words create worlds as intriguingly strange as they are resonantly familiar. Each of these poems is like a “house [that] hosts / an ecosystem of desires.” These poems of heart, hope, and subtle ideation expect the reader to be “writing / this by reading this” even as we embrace “uncertainty / as a tangible thing: // more actual than the mist / that blurs the horizon / after your thoughts arise.”

 



Poems can be read here: https://positjournal.com/2024/01/23/pablo-saborio/

 

 

Feb. 29

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The house is now in order.

The voice in my head
suggests that I add a slice of avocado.

I follow diligently the suggestion
to leave the stones out of the foundation.

You can wreck it now,
bring back chaos: it is only a pet.

The description of what is,
without category or detail.

It is only a beetle stuck to your eye.

Whatever is achieved
should not always be remembered.

There are two types of masturbation,
related to time.

The closer you study a situation,
the more strenuous it is to establish a fact.

It has never rained so much in 150 years.

I used to think
despair was the only answer to life.

There is a great wave approaching us,
nobody can predict what kind of light it will bring.

I have never before struggled so much
to ignore harmony.

I think we will sell the piano
and start a new dream.

It is the essence of life to be occupied;
water is often involved.

The avocado falls to the floor;
tears swell up.

The kids arrive and the logos begins to tremble.

It is still raining outside,
since the beginning of the day.

I wipe off the first word
and then say: hungry?

The girls like the way
we have styled the living room.

This sentence evokes a sensation of existence.

People are picking up the news
with their bare hands.

I said I love you,
but concealed a parcel of shield as I blinked.

The heart has a necessity to explode,
regardless what surrounds,
what obscures it.

 

 

 

21st century poetry