Hello classmates and teacher, today although late, I want to tell you about a book what I highly recommend. I starte reading this book, two years ago, and the truth is I have not finished yet, because it is a very intense text, that can not be read in one go, or at least I recommend this; but it is always present in my life, because I love this argentinian poet: Alejandra Pizarnik. Well, this book is titled Alejandra Pizarnik's diary, and is a recopilation made for Anna Becciu of the diary who wrote Alejandra until the day of her death, in 1972, when she committed suicide.
Alejandra Pizarnik is an argentinian writer who wrote poems and prose, with a sensitivity, an authentic languague and unprecedented creativity. I personally love her poems, that talk about mainly of love, but not about conventional love; also, the feeling she had about death and her perspective of world and people.
This book is a recopilation of different diaries that she wrote in her life, that all it gather fragments of their life linked to language: She said that suffered the language and without the language, she could not live. Through poetry and letters, she materialized her suffering. Alejandra was diagnosed with borderline disorder and she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital until the day she died of her own hand.
I have read all poems of Alejandra and I dont get tired, I think she could put into words many things that are almost impossible to describe as the certainty of death who she felt in a different way.
Alejandra Pizarnik is an argentinian writer who wrote poems and prose, with a sensitivity, an authentic languague and unprecedented creativity. I personally love her poems, that talk about mainly of love, but not about conventional love; also, the feeling she had about death and her perspective of world and people.
This book is a recopilation of different diaries that she wrote in her life, that all it gather fragments of their life linked to language: She said that suffered the language and without the language, she could not live. Through poetry and letters, she materialized her suffering. Alejandra was diagnosed with borderline disorder and she was admitted to a psychiatric hospital until the day she died of her own hand.
I have read all poems of Alejandra and I dont get tired, I think she could put into words many things that are almost impossible to describe as the certainty of death who she felt in a different way.
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