{"id":5619,"date":"2019-08-21T19:24:48","date_gmt":"2019-08-21T17:24:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=5619"},"modified":"2022-10-19T17:49:04","modified_gmt":"2022-10-19T15:49:04","slug":"moraima-guanipa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=5619","title":{"rendered":"Moraima Guanipa"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-5846\" src=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/moraima.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"645\" height=\"206\" srcset=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/moraima.jpg 645w, https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/08\/moraima-300x96.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 645px) 100vw, 645px\" \/><\/p>\r\n<p><em>Para Moraima Guanipa (Venezuela, 1961) \u201cescribir poes\u00eda es una forma de estar en el mundo\u201d. Su obra po\u00e9tica gira en torno a la memoria, propia y ajena, la palabra como vivencia transmutada, y la ciudad y su latido cotidiano.<\/em><\/p>\r\n<!-- \/wp:post-content -->\r\n\r\n<!-- wp:html -->\r\n<p><!-- \/wp:html -->\r\n\r\n<!-- wp:paragraph --><\/p>\r\n<p><strong>HECHOS DE POES\u00cdA<\/strong><\/p>\r\n<p><!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\r\n\r\n<!-- wp:paragraph --><\/p>\r\n<p>Los poetas son seres fr\u00e1giles. <br \/>Pueden desvanecerse de amor<br \/>o de demasiada vida.<\/p>\r\n<p><!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\r\n\r\n<!-- wp:paragraph --><\/p>\r\n<p>Cuentan que un poeta muri\u00f3<br \/>con solo pincharse el dedo<br \/>con la espina de una rosa. <br \/>Dicen que otro encontr\u00f3<br \/>con una bala<br \/>el lugar exacto del coraz\u00f3n. <br \/>Hubo alguno que, insomne, <br \/>no atin\u00f3 el tiro al blanco<br \/>al despedir su vida de cuarenta a\u00f1os.<\/p>\r\n<p><!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\r\n\r\n<!-- wp:paragraph --><\/p>\r\n<p>Las poetas buscan medios m\u00e1s naturales<br \/>o dom\u00e9sticos. <br \/>Un fr\u00edo lago recibi\u00f3<br \/>la desesperaci\u00f3n de una mujer<br \/>con piedras en los bolsillos. <br \/>Otra fue alga marina<br \/>y el mar la nombra en cada ola. <br \/>Otra respir\u00f3 la muerte<br \/>invisible, incolora, del gas.<\/p>\r\n<p><!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\r\n\r\n<!-- wp:paragraph --><\/p>\r\n<p>La muerte, <br \/>la desprestigiada muerte, <br \/>recibe con miedo esta fragilidad. <br \/>Teme este decir infinito<br \/>en el que una palabra, una sola palabra<br \/>llena de ecos al mundo.<\/p>\r\n<p><!-- \/wp:paragraph -->\r\n\r\n<!-- wp:html --><\/p>\r\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\"><em>Bogares<\/em>, 1998.<\/p>\r\n<p><!-- \/wp:html --><\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Para Moraima Guanipa (Venezuela, 1961) \u201cescribir poes\u00eda es una forma de estar en el mundo\u201d. Su obra po\u00e9tica gira en torno a la memoria, propia y ajena, la palabra como vivencia transmutada, y la ciudad y su latido cotidiano. HECHOS DE POES\u00cdA Los poetas son seres fr\u00e1giles. Pueden desvanecerse de amoro de demasiada vida. Cuentan&#8230; <\/p>\n<div class=\"read-more navbutton\"><a href=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=5619\">Leer m\u00e1s<i class=\"fa fa-angle-double-right\"><\/i><\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_exactmetrics_skip_tracking":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_active":false,"_exactmetrics_sitenote_note":"","_exactmetrics_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,53],"tags":[62,15,36],"class_list":["post-5619","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-literatura-venezolana","tag-escritoras","tag-xx","tag-xxi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5619","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5619"}],"version-history":[{"count":11,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5619\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5847,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5619\/revisions\/5847"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5619"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5619"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5619"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}