martes, 24 de marzo de 2015

I Wanted To Be The Knife, by Sara Sutterlin (Metatron Press, 2005)



I Wanted To Be The Knife, by Sara Sutterlin (Metatron Press, 2005)

-- a review by José María Martínez


Sara Sutterlin's chapbook covers so vividly the status of the modern American hetero couple. She is a master at displaying this brutal sincerity, firing and hitting down both parties in the meantime. 'Cause love is a crash of two 'sweaty egos':

                                                         Fucking me
                                                         like we're both out for revenge

In this fragile balance of power, it's the woman who seems to hold the reins sometimes:

                                                         The fact that you think
                                                         I'm Beautiful
                                                         gives me authority

The Montreal-based poet knows how to disguise her tenderness in the form of sharp-edged verses:

                                                         I forgive you for Everything

Although there's no sign of transcendental mercy in such 'domestic Hell'. It's just a woman's work, in the absence of God. Love as a complex plot of violence, lies, guilt and apologies, in order to be civilized human beings.





I Wanted To Be The Knife, por Sara Sutterlin (Metatron Press, 2015)


--  una reseña de José María Martínez


El chapbook the Sara Sutterlin cubre vívidamente el estado de la moderna pareja hetero americana. La autora es maestra de la sinceridad brutal, mientras que dispara y abate a ambas partes. Porque se trata del choque de dos "egos sudorosos":

                                                         Me folla
                                                         como si los dos buscáramos venganza

En este frágil equilibrio de poder, es la mujer la que parece sostener las riendas a veces:

                                                         El hecho de que creas
                                                         que soy Preciosa
                                                         me da autoridad

La poeta residente en Montreal sabe disfrazar su ternura con versos de bordes afilados:

                                                         Todo te lo perdono

Aunque no haya trazas de piedad trascendente en este "Infierno doméstico". Queda en las manos de la mujer, en ausencia de Dios. El amor como trama compleja de violencia, mentiras, culpabilidad y disculpas, para llegar a ser humanos civilizados.