These are four poems taken from Dolorem Ipsum, Isabel del Rio’s penultimate book, a poetry collection published last year and recently reviewed in Perro Negro
living a lie lies are a life in themselves, lighting you up with their illusory summits and deceitful valleys; so, who or what can you trust nowadays: not the colours of the rainbow, not the power of storm Celia, not the value of gold, not the price of strawberries § the truth is nothing but would you recognise the truth after all these years if you saw it close up? would you know what to do with it? would it be, ultimately, on your side? will you rise to the occasion? truth might be stranger than fiction, but none of your stories can be said to be false § your name so, what name would you have chosen for your yourself instead of the one you were assigned at birth, what height and weight; what parents, siblings; what favourite books, films, music; what latitude of place, how many sunshine hours per year; gender, preferences and orientation, deviances; shape of nose, length of hair, softness of skin; clothing, shoes; language, attitude, temperament, viewpoints? Speak up, for I cannot hear you. § Sufi it has now been brought to our attention that before saying a single thing you must no longer ask whether it is kind or necessary or true but whether there is any point at all in saying it
Isabel del Rio is a British-Spanish poet, writer and linguist. Born in Madrid, she has spent most of her life in London. She has published fiction and poetry in both English and Spanish. Her books include La duda, shortlisted for two literary awards in Spain, and the bilingual Zero Negative -Cero negativo. She is co-founder of Friends of Alice Publishing. Dolorem Ipsum was published in 2020 and can be purchased here. She has just published her memoir A Woman Alone in English with sections in Spanish