this is the book of my lineage:
adelino begot armindo who begot adão who begot
tiago who begot three. of these, two are now running around the room
chasing each other. the third is growing
still unseen. we are numerous, though not enough
to replace the dead we collect in family photo
albums and, due to practical reasons, we live almost in isolation within
our domestic bliss, a feeling which is not well received by the critics.
no one died during our childhood. corpses
used to be averted from children’s eyes in subtle and effective
ways. the time has now come to look into
the current account, to assess losses and gains.
name by name of a family in which the past
is about as unknown as the future.
we have been brought here by almost constant passion
between the sexes throughout the centuries.
and now, in adulthood, each day
gets us closer to the past.
it may well have been different in previous times but
today it is saturn who is devoured by his children while
watching television on a saturday afternoon.
Tiago Araújo’s poetry wins its readers over by creating with them a strong sense of commitment, a serious and profound understanding. In his poems, he offers an act of extreme affirmation, in a most virtuous confessional register. His lines hit us with their breath, with their urgency and the feeling of inevitability they exhale. They quickly cause us to abandon cynicism and to share in an intimacy so freely expressed.
Tiago Araújo is a diplomat.
Poetry books since 2000:
Diaspositivos (2001), Fórmulas (2004), Livre Arbítrio (2009), Respirar debaixo de água (2013)