The prestigious magazine the shadow of Quince publishes in its library of the shadow, a curious collection of poems by Alfonso Aguado, current, sharp and at times surreal, curdled hits and originality, accompanied by small designs that are nothing more than visual poems. Says the magazine: Alfonso Aguado Ortuno (1954) is a Valencian of Picassent’s mind and look concerned. Descent into the world of creation (music, painting, theatre, literature), his training in business administration has ended succumbing to his passion for art. Your need to create plastic and visual artist also covers the territory of poetry. Visual poetry and textual poetry, of which they are an excellent sample pages of this book we published another poetry. Finalist in the pageant of erotic stories from Expoeroszgz-2007, has made known his texts in various publications such as the prestigious (already twentysomething) and Getafe notebooks of the mathematician. Those who want to delve into their different works, can visit their website and their blogs. JAC comment on that journal: originality, mostly different poems, some sublime truth, as those devoted to the painter Modigliani and excellent poem that takes the structure of the sign of the cross.
Those who go with Visual illustrations are concise, sharp, novel are ultimately another poetry. The congratulations. Transcribe the following three poems of this collection of poems caught at random: knife scratch drew a cut. The knife cut painted a wound. And the nailing dagger tattooed betrayal in the most deep skin. YOUR defenseless rose. The humidity of the air makes sprouting mould in the cell where it is found. It is cornering.
Spores grow on its hump. They borbotean. The asthma attack. The loss of memory. Snatching life. They fly outside fast swifts. Inside, fast palpitations knock my writing. He went with a pulmonary emphysema. I I stayed with fibromyalgia in the verses.