Selection of texts

La caça de l’home, the latest book of the catalan poet Albert Balasch, provides the axis around which textual sources are organized.

Going to look for man like the one who goes to cut trees. To act like one who is about to devastate the entire forest. Poetics of the felling. Heads rolling. Branches in free fall. Lead. The lead of the reaping. And a text right at the end, when all is done.

from La caça de l’home, by A. Balasch


There are moments in life in which man seems to hear a ghost calling out in front of him. What he hears is the voice of conscience. So he shoots out of the house, but the yellow ghost pursues him while throwing torrents of fire out of its mouth on the burned back of the human antelope.

Sometimes the ghost allows the man to escape and lets out a chilling scream that penetrates the human heart.

And then the man finds himself face to face with himself.

from Chants de Maldoror, by C. de Lautréamont


One generation goes, and another comes;

but the earth remains as it always has.

The sun rises, the sun sets,

it returns hurriedly to the place

where it will rise again.

The wind blows to the south,

turns around to the north;

it whirls about continually

and repeats its circular courses.

All rivers flow into the sea,

yet the sea is never full;

to the place where the rivers come,

there they return again.

All things are full of weariness;

man cannot utter it.

The eye is not satisfied with seeing,

neither is the ear filled with hearing.

That which has been is that which shall be;

and that which has been done is that which shall be done:

there is no new thing under the sun.

from Ecclesiastes


Is there light somewhere in you?

from La caça de l’home, by A. Balasch