{"id":6129,"date":"2024-01-07T22:05:00","date_gmt":"2024-01-07T20:05:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=6129"},"modified":"2024-01-07T22:05:00","modified_gmt":"2024-01-07T20:05:00","slug":"marta-sanz","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=6129","title":{"rendered":"Marta Sanz"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-6130\" src=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/Marta-Sanz.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"655\" height=\"209\" srcset=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/Marta-Sanz.png 655w, https:\/\/poeticas.es\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/01\/Marta-Sanz-300x96.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 655px) 100vw, 655px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>La poes\u00eda de Marta Sanz (Madrid, 1967) aborda, con un lenguaje \u00e1spero, lleno de im\u00e1genes pl\u00e1sticas, muchas veces fe\u00edstas, la reflexi\u00f3n sobre temas como la propia identidad, el deseo carnal, la perversi\u00f3n, los mitos culturales, la memoria y la escritura. Es una poes\u00eda combativa e irreverente, llena de sugerencias.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>NO QUIERO LA PALABRA PRECISA&#8230;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>No quiero la palabra precisa.<br \/>\nEs pobre y es peque\u00f1a.<br \/>\nQuiero una palabra<br \/>\nllena de flecos.<\/p>\n<p>Una l\u00e1mpara con chupones morados.<br \/>\nUna excrecencia.<br \/>\nGota que rezuma del canal\u00f3n.<br \/>\nLa estalactita rota.<br \/>\nEl polvo de trabajar los brillantes.<br \/>\nUn hielo deshecho.<br \/>\nY deshaci\u00e9ndose.<br \/>\nLa saliva que le escapa, por la comisura,<br \/>\na la bella que duerme en el bosque.<br \/>\nLa ganga del mineral.<br \/>\nEl hilo que sobra detr\u00e1s del ca\u00f1amazo.<\/p>\n<p>No quiero la palabra precisa,<br \/>\nsino una llena de flecos,<br \/>\nuna l\u00e1mpara y vuelta a empezar,<br \/>\nun laberinto,<br \/>\nla flor,<br \/>\nuna palabra<br \/>\nque ni yo misma entienda<br \/>\ny solo pueda poseer<br \/>\ncuando los otros,<br \/>\nlos de buena voluntad,<br \/>\nme la traduzcan.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><em>Perra mentirosa<\/em>, 2010.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p><strong>LA TENSI\u00d3N DE LA P\u00c1GINA&#8230;<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>La tensi\u00f3n de la p\u00e1gina,<br \/>\nel poema,<br \/>\nes<br \/>\nuna goma tirante.<\/p>\n<p>Si la suelto<br \/>\nde golpe<br \/>\npuedo<br \/>\nsacarte un ojo.<\/p>\n<p>O hacerme much\u00edsimo da\u00f1o.<br \/>\nA m\u00ed misma.<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 40px;\"><em>Vintage<\/em>, 2013.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>La poes\u00eda de Marta Sanz (Madrid, 1967) aborda, con un lenguaje \u00e1spero, lleno de im\u00e1genes pl\u00e1sticas, muchas veces fe\u00edstas, la reflexi\u00f3n sobre temas como la propia identidad, el deseo carnal, la perversi\u00f3n, los mitos culturales, la memoria y la escritura. Es una poes\u00eda combativa e irreverente, llena de sugerencias. NO QUIERO LA PALABRA PRECISA&#8230; No&#8230; <\/p>\n<div class=\"read-more navbutton\"><a href=\"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/?p=6129\">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":[1,13],"tags":[62,36],"class_list":["post-6129","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","category-contemporaneos","tag-escritoras","tag-xxi"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6129","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=6129"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6129\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6131,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6129\/revisions\/6131"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=6129"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=6129"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/poeticas.es\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=6129"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}