So? Can emotion rise out of the body?

So? Can emotion rise out of the body?

Martin Solotruk
Lovestory: Agent and Patient

Since his first book of poetry was published, we know that Martin Solotruk demands a lot of his writing and of his readers too. His ars poetica is a bit more on a loose in Lovestory: Agent and Pacient. Seemingly, the titles of poems help us, but don’t look forward to simple decrypting of his poems by just looking at the titles; it is once again more complicated.

Barking at the Stain is rather unambiguous while looking at barking (howling works too, Ginsberg would say), but it gets more complicated – on a spot of indefinite color and indefinite origin, it only barks, glowing the power of light and then the poem unbends as a waterfall, which requires our full focus and captivates us with expressions such as volcanic spinal cord, gill entries and exits, terse whistles, neuron modules, in front of us stand air temples, beautifully built by pure acoustics.

How can we decrypt all this? The answer might be hidden in the next couple of lines (but is it really?): We spend what is dispersed in order to keep most of the concentration loosely spread over everything that is in our power as a tangible promise of rain in the highness. What is still left? A touch – defining the aggregate of the body amid bodies. ‘Apart from that, what can still rescue us here, gives us the feeling that we still exist? What is still here for us apart from the promise of a meaningful touch?’

Solotruk asks the basic, existential questions, well thought through and mature, with kind nods of Hughes, Ashbery, Heaney, and finally, after Buzassy and Strpka, establishes the status of intellectual poet of his own generation. ‘So we can still feel that something quietly sublimates out of the walls?’ Only a substantial “feeling retraction” will allow us to understand the need for what only the oldest parts of the brain can feel: both of them, man and woman separated, but inseparably together. And then we can, together with Solotruk, ask: ‘So? Can emotion rise out of the body?’ You, who will (maybe) read his works should find the answer yourself.

Discover ‘cosmic opportunities of the world of intimacy’ without stopping to think, taking care of things uncontrollable by reason. Lying down back to back, curled into the thought of myself: Even in the most intimate texts, Solotruk stays faithful to his poetics of milling and absorption: two phases of alternating current – only a few described the touch of two bodies with such eloquent beauty. Despite happiness the author experienced, he is frowned: but it is a spiritual run in between all what he has experienced, because he remembers that ‘we flow so swiftly that we are starting to feel our half-life.’

Let this author to drag you into his ideas and into the infinite program of the world. Solotruk is a poet who takes long breaks in between publishing his works, but then he erupts with new, interesting texts like this one.

Review written by Mila Haugová,, 30. 4. 2009.
Translation by Pavol Lukáč

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