Julio Monterio
Poetry starts at the border where the narrative stops. It ventures into regions of the unconscious where nothing is clear or distinctly defined; it navigates through the fog, collecting impressions, intuitions, and diffused emotions; it gives up the clarity of prose, with its extended metaphors, its inner monologues, and the “clear enigma” of its symbols, becoming lost in a darker and more dangerous world, where ideas are fleetingly illuminated by flashes of intuition and by sudden and frightening insights.
Watch review of The Grace Of My Home by Amanita Sen and Barid Baran here Read interview of the translators Donald Stang and Helen Wickes here
