Antonina Canyelles

Nus baixant una escala

Nus baixant una escala


Antonina Canyelles descends a staircase, descends completely naked from her father's hand, a staircase of living stone, without handrails, an austere ladder that descends towards darkness, perhaps towards a kind of blinding light, a ladder that enters an unfathomable and last cave, an entrance into the madhouse, at the epicentre of the earth, the most absolute nudity of the being, the end of the journey.

Antonina Canyelles has never been part of the Indian row of Catalan culture. She has made her own way and work, as she has wanted and when she has wanted, with strictly personal feeling criteria, of literary creation. Her sharp poems navigate between reality and imposture, pushed by a combination of virtuosity and irreverence. Her unique voice and gaze make her one of the essential poets on the Catalan literary scene.

Source: the publisher


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