The work of Bonet (poetry and novel) is very much associated with light and colour. Light, as a metaphor of God, and colour, as the passions of light (Goethe): hence, poetry as the colour that gives character to life. Bonet once said that "my intention when I write is to illuminate those who read me". Bonet's work is also a meditation on God and human life, and offers a certain prophetic vision within the current of Christian existentialism. In regard to this relationship between God and man, Bonet also reflects on sin and its epitome, Judas, a recurrent figure in his poetic and novelistic universe. The poet, according to Bonet, explains the world through synthesis and, as a repository of Art, is called on to dispel darkness from mystery.
Santanyí, 1926-1997. Poet and novelist. In 1939 he entered the Palma Seminary, where he read Hesiod, Pindar and Homer. Tuberculosis was soon to mark his life and his work. He left the seminary in 1948 and thereafter alternated his stays between Santanyí and the sanatorium in Caubet. He was discovered as a poet in 1950 when Bernat Vidal i Tomàs read Quatre poemes de Setmana Santa (Four Holy Week Poems) in the Guillem Colom literary group. The poems present scenes from Nature interpreted through Christian rituals, where the poet is invited to enjoy life while expressing his pain at not being able to join God. In Entre el coral i l'espiga (Between Coral and Wheat) (1952) he heightens his treatment of the humanised landscape. The work consists of two antithetical parts, the coral and the wheat, images of "blood" and "mysticism", of "sea" and "land", of health and illness, of the lover and the beloved. The word flowers here in an outpouring of amorous symbols and metaphors in which the poet laments the absence of the beloved.
In Cant espiritual (Spiritual Song) (1953; Óssa Menor Prize, 1952) he brings together religiousness and sensuality, while alternating intense oration and light prayer. These poems reflect the mark left on him by the classics, from Song of Songs, Ausiàs March, Saint John of the Cross and Joan Maragall, to members of the Generation of '27: Lorca, Alberti and Guillén. He lived in Barcelona between 1953 and 1968. With Comèdia (Comedy) (1960 Critics' Prize) he moves closer to social realism. This is a collection of nineteen poems, tracing his biography until he entered the Seminary. He also deals with the relations between Catalonia and Spain, with echoes of Espriu, Sagarra, Blas de Otero and Goytisolo. Comèdia closes the cycle of poetry brought together in the book El Color (Colour) (1986), following Goethe's epigraph to the effect that, "Colours are the passions of light". For Bonet, poetry is the colour that gives character to life.
L'Evangeli segons un de tants (The Gospel According to One of Many) (1967, 1962 Carles Riba Prize) is the start of a new cycle that would continue with Els fets (The Acts) (1974), the title of which evokes the Acts of the Apostles . It is a long, narrative and descriptive song in which he reflects prophetically on the human being.
Has vist, algun cop, Jordi Bonet, Ca n'Amat a l'ombra? (Have You Ever Seen, Jordi Bonet, Amat House in the Shade?) (1976) is a long poem with resonances of Ramon Llull, mixing metaphysical reflection and popular discourse in an attempt to fit together in one work different levels of language: the monologue, cinematic technique and collage. In Cant de l'arc (Song of the Arch) (1979) he reaffirms the idea of the dissolution of things and, influenced by modern theology, he asserts that the only possible atheism is that of Deus Absconditus. The title of this work comes from David's Lament (2S1:15-27).
El poder i la verdor (Power and the Green) (1981) and Teatre del gran verd (Theatre of the Great Green) (1983) are his most cryptic books. The words "power" and "green" in the former allude to the real combat between State and nature, repression and spontaneity, censorship and freedom. Anti-war sentiments steeped in humour float throughout Teatre del gran verd. Here the poet continues to build on his linguistic resources.
El jove (1987) and Nova York (New York) (1991) represent a renewal in his work. In El jove he opens the book with "Ecce puer", in an allusion to Joyce's poem and to the Ecce Homo of the Gospels, the antithesis of which is Judas, a constant figure throughout Bonet's work, and one that embodies the themes of solitude and sin. In Nova York the poet tackles the theme of the city as an existential ambit, metaphor of the spirit of new times.
The first of Blai Bonet's novels was El mar (1958; Joanot Martorell Prize, 1957), which was followed by Haceldama (Haceldama) (1959), which evokes Camus since this work deals with the problem of the existential character. The title renders homage to the Gospel of Saint Matthew (27:3-10) and means "Field of Blood" (the potter's field), while also referring to Judas' betrayal since the main character of the novel is a victim of war but war turns him into an killer. In Judas i la primavera (Judas and the Spring) (1963) he introduces the new narrative techniques of the nouveau roman although echoes of Christian existentialism persist in this work. He recreates here experiences from different parts of his life: his village, the seminary, the sanatorium, the poor neighbourhoods of Barcelona, and so on. Míster Evasió (Mister Evasion) (1969) is the story of a young man named Marc Esquert who writes a novel that stirs up his past. It is a transgressor work, influenced by Joyce's Ulysses since it is a kind of collage consisting of different types of language, from objective description through to dialogues, inner monologues, advertisements, etc.
Blai Bonet also wrote a number of diaries: Els ulls (Eyes) (1973), La mirada (The Gaze) (1975), La motivació i el film (Motivation and the Film) (1990) and Pere Pau (Pere Pau) (1992). Parasceve (Parasceve) (1957, runner-up for the Joan Santamaría Prize) is a one-act play. The title (from the Greek) refers to Good Friday and the play is concerned with sacrifice and the hatred that destroys love. Bonet also wrote pieces of art criticism, including Tàpies (Tàpies) (1964), Monumentos y paisajes de España. Mallorca (Monuments and Landscapes of Spain. Mallorca) (1965), Testimonios de la pintura española (Testimonies to Spanish Painting) (1966), El movimiento romànico en España (The Romanesque Movement in Spain) (1967), Tomeu Pons (Tomeu Pons) (1978) and Miquel del desert (Miquel of the Desert) (1992).
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The Poetic Thought of Blai Bonet
Antoni Vidal Ferrando
"My intention when I write is to offer illumination to whoever reads me. I want to illuminate reality a little, to shed a little more light on it than there already is, make it noticed. One of the basic elements of poetry throughout time is its drawing attention to reality (?). When poets write a poem it is to make things clear for themselves. Not clear for themselves in any old sense, but in the sense of making the world clearer. But since you can't be in the whole world at once, you have to limit yourself to the space you have. You have a space that is small and you recompose it. You recompose the world and synthesise it. What an essayist needs a hundred and fifty pages to elaborate can be summarised by a poet in a line and a half. For example, there is a point where Hölderin says, "Anyone who aspires to sublimity has to opt for vitality". In one line this man made clear what all the philosophers put together hadn't managed to do. To put it very briefly, if you aspire to sublimity it has to be through your own experience and you must see that it has to be found through the things you have to hand. You can't aspire to sublimity by looking at the stars. One person can find it mopping the floor and another eating an apple (?). Another thing you want to do is to clear your head of cobwebs. Humanity has a lot of cobwebs: traditions, religions, taboos ? Then, with one of these well-written poems that in ten lines say what Saint Thomas doesn't say, you clear the reader's head of some of its cobwebs (?). With poetry you also manage to abolish mystery. Mystery is decadence. Things, however, tend to be clear. When poetry is truly good, it sheds light on the mystery, abolishes it. I am referring to mystery the way I see it, in the negative sense. It is mental laziness to say that this or that is a mystery. It's fear of going into it. When you do look into it, you see that it was a trap set by the powers-that-be, or some kind of nastiness, or whatever? But this business of abolishing mystery is, I think, one of the artist's greatest missions (?). Poetry doesn't exist in the same way that a pine tree exists. It is the aspiration to everything there is. That "sonno di una cosa", the wanting to be more. Our aspiration is wanting to be more.
One thing that I really liked writing is "el sant voler (desideratum)" We'd be living in prodigious times if everyone wrote this "desideratum", this aspiration. Life is full of examples. Look at these women who are born neurasthenic and who take a piece of brass and start rubbing and rubbing to make it gleam. It might have been gleaming for half an hour and still they rub. That is poetry at its best. Because what they are polishing is not the brass, but their own spirits. Poetry is precisely that, this frenzy to make it brighter and brighter (?). In principle, what most resembles poetry is music. Music, too, is an aspiration. You close your eyes and listen to Brahms' Symphony Number Three and you see that this is an aspiration. You aspire to something and you don't know what because there are no words for it. But you close your eyes and you feel the aspiration of that person ?
Inexpressible groans, inexpressible groans of the spirit pertain to music just as much as to poetry. (?) There is no relation between reason and poetry. Poetry, music, the most important components of people, everything that constitutes a great act, is related with the unconscious. What comes out of reason are decrees and laws, academies, senates and congresses. But in art, the most brilliant components spring from the unconscious. So what we call the unconscious is, in fact, a tremendous reality. A reality that we don't know how to express except with this word. The real reason of man is this irrational background. The academic and legal worlds are created by reason. But, human actors are humans. What happens is that, then, we have to give form to all of this. Whether you're talking of the human component or that of art, it means trying to give form to this irrational background. Naturally, in poetry, form is essential."
Friends, forty-two days after losing him, our consolation is knowing that Blai Bonet is a more immense reality than ever. True above all to his beliefs he left us no epitaph in life. It was his way of saying, "Don't be afraid".
Text read in homage to Blai Bonet at the 9th Catalan Book Week and published in issue Nº 13 of La veu, Calvià (1 February 2001).Close