Javier Etchemendi’s Speech – Launch Event For The Book “Ten”

by Emilio Pérez Miguel on January 15, 2011

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This is the dissertation Uruguayan poet Javier Etchemendi delighted us with when “Ten” was officially released (Friday 19th of November, 2010).

Ten Emilio Perez Mguel

Numbers Also Go To Heaven

A closed universe vibrates in the writing of Emilio Pérez. A place that we can only stare at from the sidelines, knowing that there is an important part of him that will always remain out of reach.

The reader might ask himself, what good is a universe like that for? And that would be tantamount to asking what good is mystery for. The answer is obvious: for losing yourself in it, and coming out modified and strange, knowing something did happen and that such a something attracts us like danger and love do, in an unconscious way.

A mystery is not there to be elucidated. By its mere nature, a mystery is no longer a mystery when we fathom it out, when it becomes a certainty within a safe place. If the veil separating what we know from what we want to know becomes broken, then the mystery itself is broken for good.

A book is a door. I know that very well, for I am a guarder of the gates to the other world. And every once in a while, I let words pass from one side to the other. And since I know about words, I can honestly tell you that in “Ten” the author matters very little. Rather, it begins to matter very little once the door has been opened. Some might say, “But it is a book written in English”. And I can reply: do kisses, tears, desperation and redemption have a language? Emilio sets down his titles like glowing stones that we can follow to the other shore, where the golden pot can be found. “Nobody Feels All The Time”, “The Dark Side Of The Road”, “Broken”, “Cry”, “After The Fire The Fire”.

A book that is a temple, an erotic breviary and a decalogue of the seasons of life. This book comes right after “Once”. The reader should never obviate that fact. Number mark our lives, and they have been present in literature from the dawn of time. Five o’clock will always come in shadows, and three times will the dead ones hit this floor, knocking on this door. Concept titles, that is what numbers are. Abstractions, perceptions. A book full of obsessions, of love, of silences. A book that is dangerous, because silence is dangerous. Going through what is hidden always is. And thus, we come back to the beginning, back to mystery. The author seems to be telling us, look behind the words, behind the language, behind the images. But be careful. There is a masonry of silence that implies not talking about it, and revering it without words. And when we reach that point, only the photos remain. Emilio placed them there, like windows to that seemingly chaotic universe. Only through them will the reader become the voyeur he wants him to become. He wants to recruit us, to share in his voyeurism. And we end up looking at an inner landscape. We see what we can. Emilio seems to lead us, to point the way, and then to distract us. But the reward is there, so close and so far out of reach. So close and so far out of reach like the instant and the intimacy that lie at the inception of everything.

“Ten”, by Emilio Pérez Miguel. A door straight into emptiness, or the entrance to the lands of the first time.

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