As we read Tinajero’s poems, we become more aware of our bodies, we sense their vulnerability.
—Octavio Quintanilla, If I Go Missing.
A poetry book full of light where the man, the child and the mythic hero appear like instinctive animals surrounded by a musicality of anaphoras, play-on-words and repetitions that act as mantras, to remind the reader about the impermanence of a present that in this book is anachronic —even though it shows a camera, V.I.P. seats or a valet parking—. Tinajero makes the reader look inside himself and manages to observe the landscape around, where dreams, life and death converge in harmony”
—Erika Said, iPoems.
Javier Tinajero’s poems are brilliant bytes of literature, grasped by the revolving network of memory and consciousness, inside the ever spiraling dimensions of Time. A collection of profound gems made in an intelligent, elegant and playful point-counterpoint style, incorporating the understanding of our modern poetic sensibilities. I don’t know of any other contemporary poet whom is capable of writing with such force or vision and with such subtle power of poetry as Javier.
—Fernando Esteban Flores, Red Accordion Blues.
Javier Tinajero’s poems are the flourishing of time, the unfolded spaces inhaling the present and exhaling permanence. Tris book is the synchronic return to the truth, which the poet mends with the needle of his reflection. As such, these poems are an ellipsis, saving us from the noise.
—Rossy Evelin Lima, Waterpath.
In Javier Tinajero’s poetry, time doesn’t fly, doesn’t run, doesn’t stop, it only goes round in a spiral, to delve into existence… It has been stripped off all its clothes, all its disguises, all that supplants and usurps it. Time is only life, only death…
—Guadalupe Valencia, Entre cronos y kairós. Las formas del tiempo histórico.(Between Cronos and Kairós, The Shapes of Historical Time).
One word flows through this book: it is Time: it is home and fire; river and rock; it is the possibility of living and being consumed; it is a unique opportunity to flow and be immersed into its waters; it is a journey, an expedition and an adventure; it is taking the risk of leaving, of rolling, and never coming back.
I Am The River is a collection of poems written between 2014 and 2016. In these poems, Javier Tinajero, posits Time as transitory, like skin or a complex web of thoughts.
The semantics are temporal, a grammar whose only purpose is to deconstruct Time. Every moment, lived or felt is in his poetics, emphasizing the necessity of finding oneself in Time, of abiding to the present moment. Vital time, factual time,like an evening’s dissolution into night. For some, sunsets and sunrises can be ordinary occurrences, but for Tinajero, they are manifestations of beauty. For Tinajero, time transpires, leaves a mark in its own architecture: the transformation of all things.
But what is time? What is it made of? Does it have an end? Can it get lost? Can it be found? Do we have any chance of grasping it? Tinajero grapples with these questions and pours them into his verses in an attempt to ha patch a hole in memory, recreating it at the same time, playing through the seasons of life, expanding along with the universe, rolling from the present to the past, jumping to the future, but always coming back, because time is circular,without a point of origin. Tinajero is aware of this: aware that time flows through his veins.