Appreciation of Elocuencia de Silencios
Francisco Munoz Soler delves into the drums of Eloquence of Silence with a magnanimity of words mowing the forage that held the echoes of words from fasting and feasting In them through silence. The book provides a tendency of focusing on meditations as one decipher the words that upshot from the art of silence. A therapeutic edifice of attaining enlightenment. It should be known that one must be eloquent enough in other to withstand this zephyring but warm atmospheric moisture released by the art of obeying command and writing, being provided and commended by the spirit of silence lying in a soul of an adept who becomes an initiate. He proves to be a learned adept in the field of silenceness, in this poetic discourse ” Elocuencia de Silencios”. He further broaden my Spanish quest as it opens the lines with famous lines of great thinkers and poets, like Rilke, Blake, Colinas, Szymborska etc.
The translanguagation makes one to become a rodent as it decipher the messages encased in the nut. Lines that implores my soul to master Spanish as my third working language quickly, which I am being self taught.
In order not to deviate from this appreciation of this great work written by the scenting poet Francisco, I would state categorically how the poet understands the words silence provides. In “MY SOUL HAS THE MOULD ” the lines ran:
MY SOUL HAS THE MOULD
of the horizon of its dawn
everything in me is created
in the intangible eternity
of its untouched presence in me
I grow in the absence of caresses
in the breath of the fertile transparency
of our unforgettable love.
One cannot rise above the softies of silence if there is non conformity with the waves, rising the tides in the eternity of beingness. The poet tells it as he encounters the creation innately before its physical manifestation. We that are of free spirit understand the mystery of “intangible eternity” or are trying to understand the brimness of this. I see there is no form of sentimental fallacies in this book, which most poets based their writing upon, through sublimation of material imagination. Rather, I saw the enclavement of an adept wearing the disk of an initiate through the eeries of silence. Making me recall my personal encounter. Using my words: and “I buoyed through the eeries of silence” as encountered. I fully understand the telepathic fibre released here. The poet tells the beingness created in silence.
Furthermore, in “AN IMPOSSIBLE DESIRE” he opens the harp that is held captive, when you struck the rock instead of talking to the rock, the repercussion against obeying the voice of silence is dead. Here, the poet obeys. The lines ran:
AN IMPOSSIBLE DESIRE
occupies my days
it forges a pain so sharp
that illuminates the dense night
in the hollow of my footsteps,
an impossible desire
surges with her absence,
it goes through me weaving
the silence of caresses.
An avid reader of the holy book will recall Number 27: 14 this marks the foundation, beginning and willingness of killing the egos in us. The Freudian tea that will make a savour offering to humanity and mother earth and the universe. The ability to overcome this self desire makes the poet a poet.
In ” I remember the young people of my adolescence” the poet ends the point and notions to racial discrimination and all form of humanstreaming experience globally on geometric progression. He opens and ends the lines with:
I REMEMBER THE YOUNG PEOPLE OF MY ADOLESCENCE
in their own times,
with the original colour of their hair,
.
.
.
with the turn of the page
far from all time,
I remember them as if in a dream.
Lastly, the book is segmented into five, having great themes and marvellous poems summing up “Elocuencia de Silencios” running in free verse as encountered. A story he opens at “Poets, at times” marvels me because it upholds the first law of poetry, making it easier to read through.
POETS, AT TIMES
because of their uncertainties
feel tempted to comprehend
the human condition,
they try to capture echos,
the eloquence of silence,
the radiation of kisses,
and the endless exchange of looks,
without the scientific knowledge
of going back to the origin of our souls.
One must reflect on the mirror of being here, and seek the vehicle which will board us into the abyss of our root. The origin lays the quintessentiality of a soul, our ability to forge back in a purer form makes us to gain eternal life or eternal strife, both of these eternity, none of our part dies. In a succinct and apt line I would say Soler understands how to tap to the songs of silence, diving into the stream of existence as a master, conversing with his visitor and ending his long suffering.
Thank you for this masterpiece.
With LOVE
Martin Ijir
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