The Poetry of stridentism Are characterized by the absence of grammatical nexus and explanatory logic as tools to cause surprise, bewilderment or expectation.
Between its maximum exponents they are Manuel Maples de Arce or German List Arzubide, among others.
Estridentismo was a short-lived literary movement that emerged in Mexico around the 1920s, as a cultural response to the social and political reality that crossed the country in the middle of the Mexican Revolution.
Its main characteristic was its inclination for the urban and the modern, for the progress, the irreverence, the anti-conformism and the rejection to the academicism and the religion; All influenced by other avant-garde currents of the time.
Its main benefactor was the governor of Veracruz, Heriberto Jara that, when dismissed by the federal government, caused to shake and to give early dissolution to this current.
In spite of its fleeting and localized permanence, this movement caused much stir in the Latin American cultural world, producing much surprise and expectation; Hence the origin of his name.
5 Poems of the most famous exponents of Estridentismo
1- Paroxysm
Road of other dreams we leave with the afternoon;
A strange adventure
He defiled us in the bliss of the flesh,
And the heart fluctuates
Between her and the desolation of the journey.
In the agglomeration of the platforms
The sobs broke suddenly;
After, all night
Below my dreams,
I hear their moans
And his entreaties.
The train is a blast of iron
Which sweeps the landscape and moves everything.
I apologize for your memory
All the way
Of ecstasy,
And beat in the chest
The distant colors of his eyes.
Today we will spend the fall
And the prairies shall be yellow.
I shudder for her!
Absence uninhabited horizons!
Tomorrow will be everything
Cloudy from your tears
And the life that comes
It is weak as a breath.
Author: Manuel Maples Arce
2- The Black Heralds
There are blows in life, so strong... I do not know!
Blows as of the hatred of God; As if before them,
The hangover of everything suffered
It will be in the soul... I do not know!
They are few; But they are... Dark ditches open
In the fiercest face and the strongest spine.
They may be the foals of barbarians;
Or the black heralds that Death sends us.
They are the deep falls of the Christs of the soul,
Of some adorable faith that Destiny blasphemes.
Those bloody blows are crackles
Of some bread that burns in the oven door.
And the man... Poor... poor! Turn your eyes, as
When he slaps us on the shoulder;
Turns the eyes crazy, and everything lived
As a puddle of guilt, in the gaze.
There are blows in life, so strong... I do not know!
Author: Vicente Huidobro
3- Song from an airplane
I'm out in the open
Of all aesthetics;
Sinister operator
Of the large systems,
I have my hands
Full
Of blue continents.
Here, from this edge,
I'll wait for the leaves to fall.
The aviation
Anticipates their spoils,
And a handful of birds
Defends his memory.
Song
Flowered
Of the aerial roses,
propulsion
enthusiastic
Of the new propellers,
Ineffable metaphor clear of wings.
To sing
To sing.
Everything is from above
Balanced and superior,
and life
It is the applause that resonates
In the deep thump of the plane.
Suddenly
the heart
Flips the imminent panoramas;
All the streets go out into the lonely hours;
subversion
Of the obvious perspectives;
Looping the loop
On the romantic trampoline of heaven,
Modern exercise
In the naive ambience of the poem;
Nature coming up
The color of the firmament.
Upon arrival I will give you this trip of surprises,
Perfect balance of my astronomical flight;
You will be waiting for me in the asylum of the afternoon,
Well, faded from distances,
Perhaps you weep over the word fall.
Northern cities
Of our America,
yours and mine;
New-York,
Chicago,
Baltimore.
The government regulates the colors of the day,
Tropical ports
Of the Atlantic,
Coastal blue
Of the oceanographic garden,
Where signs are made
Merchant vapors;
Palm trees,
Cannibal river of fashion,
Spring, always you, so slender of flowers.
Country where the birds made their swings.
Flipping your perfume, things wilt,
And you are distantly smiling and sparkling,
Oh electioneil, carousel of looks!
I will launch the candidacy of your love
Today that everything is leaning on your throat,
The wind orchestra and the naked colors.
Something is happening there in the heart.
The spinning seasons
While capitalizing on your nostalgia,
And all wrong dreams and images;
Victory illuminates my senses
And beat the signs of the zodiac.
Soledad pressed against the infinite chest.
On this side of time,
I hold the pulse of my song;
Your memory is enlarged as a remorse,
And the half-open landscape falls from my hands.
Author: Manuel Maples Arce
4- The traveler in the vertex
Your goodbye
Only govern
In the eclipse of the panoramas
We will sink into the banks
From the perspective
and no one
Will browse tomorrow
our name
Is on track
Our only destination
AND BEHIND
Drown in violence
The loose itinerary
Of love
the city
Forged
By the dawn of his handkerchief
Exp.
Of the tunnel
I unfolded the journal of my indifference
And read the catastrophe
from
your name
Author: Germán List Arzubide
5- Longing
I'm alone in the last stretch of absence
And pain makes horizon in my dementia.
Far away,
The damn panorama.
I left the Sound Confederation of his flesh!
Sore all his voice,
Torn pieces
Between the tubes of music!
In the interdict garden
I love you
The frozen auditorium of the moon.
Your memory is only a resonance
Between the architecture of insomnia.
My goodness,
My hands are full of blood!
And the planes,
Birds of these aesthetic climates,
They will not write their name
In the water of the sky.
Author: Manuel Maples Arce
References
- Estridentismo. Retrieved from es.wikipedia.org.
- Literary avant-gardes in Spanish America. Retrieved from sites.google.com.
- Estridentismo: the literary avant-garde in Mexico. Recovered from elem.mx.
- José Manuel Prieto González (2011). The Mexican estridentism and its construction of the modern city through poetry and painting. Retrieved from ub.edu.
- Paroxysm. Recovered from poemas-del-alma.com.
- The Black Heralds. Recovered from poemasfuturistas.blogspot.com.ar.
- Song from an airplane. Retrieved from poeticas.es.
- The traveler at the apex. Recovered from bitacoradetravesia.wordpress.com.
- Miss Retrieved from poetaspoemas.com.