Two years ago a 'minerva' fell from the sky to Tinta Invisible, which is the generic name for a typographic cliché printing machine. As a piece it is a marvel, a piece of iron that synchronizes a curve of rhythmic movements to print papers.
The pedal drives a toothed gear wheel. The majestic weighty flywheel begins to hover. With the inertia generated, it inks the rubber reels that comb the types of the text box, in the hour that the tympanum - the bed of the sheet of paper - moves with a soft stroke to make the printing a reality.
We needed a pretext to set the 'minerva' in motion, aware that it is precisely the use to which the tool is put that gives it meaning. We let ourselves be inspired by the idea of the exquisite corpse of the surrealists, who were masters of playing. They passed drawings covered by sheets where only the final part was shown, this part of the drawing invited you to continue where the partner had left off and so on, from hand to hand, until it was completed.
Since drawing and text are one and the same, this experiment must necessarily turn out well. We will make an exquisite corpse for pleasure: - Poets, do you want to play? We will do it one after the other, without conditioning the choice of a partner, with the surrender and trust of the next one. A change of vital genre will braid the zipper.
This publication, clear and brief, exudes a desire to tell. Read it in one sitting, because these twelve poems draw a deep time.
Nuria Martínez-Vernis
Joan Puigdefàbrega
Guim Valls
Meritxell Sales
víctor bonetarbolí
Marta Darder
Andríi Antonovskyi
Meritxell Cucurella-Jorba
M. Pey
Lurdes Malgrat
Adam Manyé
Dolors Miquel
Cover: Tura Sanglas
