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. His 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).