It must be admitted that the idea was very powerful but, even as a child, I felt that there were many flaws in the proposal. Years later, in one of the stages of my life that is now behind me, I studied teaching and finally had the necessary elements of judgment to be able to assess the pedagogical and didactic shortcomings of the "Poets in the classroom" project. Its approaches were too vague in many aspects, with little or no guidance from teachers when facing challenges and tasks that a student of my age had hardly faced before. And this is not to mention the almost total absence of female poetic figures, just to give a few examples.
For a child as he was, intelligent and with cultural concerns, with a great hunger for knowledge and that healthy curiosity that one only has in childhood and that the years steal from us, "Poets in the classroom" aroused great interest. Poetry -and literature in general- presented itself to me as something truly tempting that I eagerly wanted to devour, but I was facing an abyss when it came to tackling tasks like "writing a poem" starting from scratch. A few lessons about how to elaborate the rhymes, some other metric orientation or notions of rhetorical figures would not have been superfluous either. But the circumstances were not favorable at all.
The only certainty is that, aside from the resounding failure of the project, I had the opportunity to devour that manual on my own, of which we only advanced a dozen pages in class. I already knew the work of some of the authors, such as Antonio Machado, Federico García Lorca or Ramón Valle-Inclán. They had already been inspiring and continued to be throughout my life. But it was captivatingly fascinating for me, I still feel so small, to look at the work of authors as absorbing as Proust -I can still feel the impact that his description of the madeleine caused me-, Rilke, André Bretón, or Jack Kerouac.
The latter was, without a doubt, the greatest discovery I made on that adventure. His 30 Beliefs and Techniques for Writing Modern Prose, without even understanding most of what he intended to say there, were for me an oasis of creativity in a world that did not offer me many stimuli for it, and since then they have been a source of light that guided my artistic path. His work inspired me to create one of my favorite works, and I also wanted to rescue those literary and creative tips that impacted me so much in his day, and that have always been present in my life. I hope you like them.
Arte digital, pintura e ilustración, diseño gráfico, murales... Me dedico a todo esto... y a mucho más.
Llega "El año en que murió Freddie" mi primer libro de la mano de Domiduca Libreros. ¡No te quedes sin él"
"Deja de pensar, deja que todo fluya, siéntate al sol y disfruta de la vida."