Blanca Castellon (b.1958, Managua) is a poet of fluent dryness , emotional spareness , and intimate acuity , as light as foam and as sharp as a cut-throat razor (Rogelio Guedea). She belongs to the post-Sandinista, post-utopian generation of Nicaraguan poets who presented a more individual, more intimate and enigmatic vision than the ‘exteriorist’ poetry that came out of the poetry workshops of Ernesto Cardenal’s Ministry of Culture. As Guedea writes in his introduction, her poetry is not a weapon loaded with the future (Gabriel Celaya) but an ‘unknown island’ (‘insula extrana’), and this clearly links it to Pizarnik, Plath and Dickinson, but also to Ida Vitale and Idea Vilarino …poets with unique and genuine voices who stand apart from a lyrical status quo dominated by masculine voices. It is a settling of scores with reality, a reality (inner and outer) perverse and out of order . Hers is a voice with a syncopated rhythm of bitter upset …carefully honed, and torn, but not at the expense of her delicacy. Of Cactus body, a 2014 chapbook of Castellon’s work, Gioconda Belli wrote: Blanca Castellon’s poetry, in Roger Hickin’s impeccable translation, possesses the great virtues of sassiness and surprise. It is full of trees with secret holes through which she slips into her own unique Wonderland where she is both Alice and the Queen of Hearts pulling an ace from her sleeve with a quiet flourish that turns everything upside down. Cactus Body is a small door which opens on to the world of wonder and beauty of an exceptional poet. Poet Michael Harlow wrote: This is an excellent match of poet and translator: Roger Hickin’s translations are clearly the work of a poet-translator who is nicely attuned to the thought-music of the originals, able to articulate the tensions inherent in a poetry that is willing to take risks with feeling in search of a language.
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