'Trast', the bravest cry of Biel Mesquida

With Trast, fresh from the oven of the LaBreu Edicions factory on a twentieth anniversary that is achieving a lot of recognition, Biel Mesquida signs one of the most abundant and necessary books of his career, a poetic work that arrives at the right moment: after the well-deserved recognition of the Premi d’Honor de les Lletres Catalanes, but also in a sociological and political period of great global turbulence, with a disastrous return to far-right tendencies that should concern us much more. Trast is a manifesto, a fiery textual proposal that explodes in our faces to remind us that the voice of this pan-Catalan creator is fundamental because it builds foundations and, moreover, is in full catalytic combustion, in furious carnage. This new volume made of exalted verses is an explosion of lucid rage and vindicatory energy that grants no respite: a long and torrential poem fragmented into eight songs that arises from an almost physical urgency and unfolds just like a proud fountain that does not stop flowing, faithful to the propulsive impulse. Here, cruel beauty is not an escape but a sacred place from which demands for radical justice are raised, spoken with all names and all scars, both those of the body and those of the spirit. Biel Mesquida establishes a tense and vibrant dialogue with the maladjustments of History. Perceptive consciousness, always finely tuned, is traversed by the injustices that bleed, both inherited and current, as if the (in)civil war of '36 had not fully closed. In this sense, Trast is a polyphony of rebellion but also of revelation: the title itself condenses a devastating diagnosis of the present, of an island landscape turned into residue, of a massacred time in which territory, language, and custom seem to dissolve under the weight of material and symbolic perversions. And yet, far from any apocalyptic temptation, Mesquida's poetry does not resign itself; it dares to continue radiating linguistic powers that reactivate sensibilities and shake memories until they are once again incisive, critical, alive. In this quintessential volume there is a reckless density, a defined personality that refuses to be closed off, baring itself completely: each verse is written at the limit, with an intensity that invites reading with all senses open. In dialogue with major pieces of his work such as the poem 'Sgt. Pepper Wants You: Auca', the mosaic that is Trast resumes and multiplies the ability to converge epic and barbarism, culture and experience, collage and chant in a flow that is both tradition and postmodernity. The result is an extraordinary artifact that gallops between centuries and registers, and that confirms Biel Mesquida as an essential creator: a writer who writes and transforms language into a force capable of resisting, denouncing, and dreaming.