Seek my hand and squeeze it
as if between my hand and yours
beat a chicken’s heart
still alive
that must be flattened,
stuffed so that without its form
it exists in another way:
to nourish.
The publisher themselves notes, regarding the book: “A woman shoots her husband, «to any in flagrante husband». César Cañedo invites us to participate in this and other condemnable acts within a debased yet fascinating everyday life. His poetry in this book does not beat to the pace of a heart; rather, as volatile as a gallbladder, it strikes with the hues of bile and the resilience of stones. His verses here resemanticize violence to widen desire in moments that glow with an unexpected and harrowing lyricism. The key lies in the Thresholds that distance this feral symphony from the “enormous history” of “an epic rhapsodist with long strides.” In utterly sordid moments (the slaughter of animals or surgery without anesthesia) there is always a hand that is at once confused and clean. In the face of the “canned” and learned desires, these bodies build their own desiring and affective architecture from the unproductive howls of a re-signified animalization. Cañedo contaminates when he seems to cleanse. His verses are a buzzing of bees that ignore their indispensability, a perfectly drawn circle, a dazzling déjà vu that surprises us in flagrante.”
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Author: César Cañedo. Title: Infraganti. Publisher: Letraversal. Sales: Todos tus libros.