The poet who came from far away
Imágen. El Ucabista.com When you decide to write you are in a permanent area of search. Of infinite questions and inconclusive answers. Of creatures that are born from the ductile and profoundly credible that rests in the alphabet and that is structured according to the passage of feeling, of the inside. My experience, my encounter, and my guide at the beginning of this search was with an extraordinary person: the Canadian poet laureate Mark Strand. I visited him briefly during a visit to the auditorium at my alma mater, the Universidad Católica Andrés Bello, in Caracas, Venezuela. I could see him from a short distance, surrounded by important figures in my country's cultural scene. His six feet tall stature poorly hid his restless and luminous spirit, there, seated as he was on the podium. The audience was sparse, a proverbial thing among fans of poetry and literature, yet the auditorium was permeated with a reflective atmosphere, attentive to what the bard brought in his ...