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Miguel Ángel Muñoz Sanjuán. Las fronteras. 2001. 50 pp.

You'll be in Madrid and someone will give you his book of poems. Which is fine Muñoz, like Fernando Beltrán, I know through Juan Carlos Mestre. It's not like this is a bad book, necessarily. I just don't get what he is doing, exactly. How much of my reading takes place on the border between comprehension and non-comprehension. The witholding of sympathy.

There, another tenth of a percent is done.