I do not understand poetry, but I have read “suspended landscape” by Jannet Weeber Brunal.

I have found an author capable of narrating many things in verse.

I have always said that I don’t understand poetry. And saying this is as absurd as when we tell the waiter that we do not understand wines. We put ourselves in an unnecessary and impossible inferior position when, by the simple fact of having gustatory pupils and smell, we can already understand that something. With poetry it happens the same. We only need the ability to feel and the habit of reading to “understand it.” Well Poetry is who reads itit does not have an assessment criterion, even for those who write it.

However, approaching poetry is a difficult drink. First because most books leave me cold. That has led me to think that I do not understand the genre and that it is better not to gain it much. Imagine when, then, I discover a poems that yes, that removes me. AND Suspended landscape He got it.

Teóricamente, Jannet Weeber Brunal Contrast the city to the natural environment In his poems. Talk about asphalt and nature. Progress versus primitive status. This topic interested me. I am interested in poets that praise nature and defend it. Here Jannet ends up mixing human construction with life that makes its way without any mediation and throws us the message that one and the other already coexist together and that the first can never defeat the second. But there is more. A lot more.

Not only have I appreciated this main theme in the poems, but for me many other winks have emerged. For example, the poem “reality” resembles the process we live when we undertake something: light at the beginning, disappointment when continuing and the search for a wild card to reinvent us.

“Pedestrian notes” reminded me of How to disappear. Many of the poems remind me of things that were previously in one way and now of another (they understand that perhaps before). “Inhabiting a space” I felt more to the letter: Life is a way of livingand to explore their spaces. «Hunger», a poem that talks about this teacher that we always carry with us.

Suspended landscape Jannet Weeber Brunal has verses that They take you out of the sleepy state in which we live And they teach you something. They throw you a message. There are random verses that were surely not contemplated for this purpose, but that they have told me about life much broader. And I liked the poems a lot, because “sweet is winter in the mountain.” Although he does not understand poetry.

“Unleash the knots/ as who turns off the candles/ who only/ invisible bridges/ the beauty of the ephemeral” (my favorite poem: “Pedestrian notes”, iii).