Without music, life would be a mistake

Friedrich Nietzsche

 

Mistakes are necessary delights

Another dude that wasn’t Nietzsche

 

 

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The uncomfortable laugh

 

 

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¡Hello stranger! Take off your shoes.

Another transformation is required, don’t complain. A change of skin is calling you.

Can you prove that you are actually alive?
Can you separate life from the joke that you are living for?
What’s the worst thing you could discover about your own existence?
Loneliness? Slavery?

 

A song said: Life is just a lonely highway. I’m out here on the open road[1].
Poetry is one of the forces struggling inside. But, what do they want from you?
 

Ralph Waldo Emerson said: Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail. That is the path we take here.
I think Emerson would have loved this book, where the poems reveal the nature of laughter without losing humility.
 
Can we get to the bottom of what causes laughter?
Of course we can and furthermore, we should.

The path we must take before we read these poems is the one that a climber or a tightrope walker would take. We quit using a safety net.

Would you dare to jump?

Would you feed your loneliness to get through the terror of madness?
 

Nowadays it isn’t easy to give up laughter, people look for pleasant experiences, the ones that would make us look perfect, complete. Most of the poems in this book are bridges between laughter ante loneliness, they have their own private rhythm.
You can close your eyes and repeat each strophe like a mantra of meditation.
Forget all you know about laughter because your happiness has a cost to others.
 

When we laugh, we become punishers.

There is a blind spot between a genuine laughter and a painful poem, nobody knows why beauty punishes the human heart.

This book is not a coincidence.

You will have to read and also dance, those will become your basic instincts.

 

I hope you will get your fingers cut with the sharp edges of these poems. They are written with tenderness.

Read while you watch the movie. While you dance on the stairs. And most important, while you look straight at freedom by touching someone else’s humanity.

 

Can you read, dance and laugh as a simultaneous act of beauty?

 

I insist, my pal Emerson, would have loved this book.

 

 

Emily Glass

January 11 of 2020

Córdoba

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[1] Can’t get you off my mind, canción de Lenny Kravitz.