left over, from August, this luminous
where everything is still in its right place:
the mouth in the artifice of flavours
the slowness of sugars
sweaty hands dissipating inner
white legs, a dress glued to those legs’
the vibrant heat of the Sun, on top
at the first autumnal suggestions
the awnings were pulled in
Miguel-Manso created a singular space within the most recent Portuguese poetry: he brings back an effect of estrangement which most poets of his generation seem to have forsaken (except perhaps Nuno Brito). He uses language with a most chiselled technique and presents to the reader language games, fine irony or elegiac graveness through the most unexpected solutions, never losing sight of the constant tension between opaqueness and transparency.
Miguel Manso was born in Santarém and lives in Lisbon in an attic. He trained in drawing and documental sciences. His first book was published in 2008, and so was his second... and so forth. He writes and doesn’t write poetry full time.
Poetry books since 2000:
Contra a manhã burra (2008), Quando escreve descalça-se (2008), Santo subito (2010)