Poetry remains a deeply ingrained culture and symbol of intellectualism in modern literary discourse, and in Spain, the modernismo movement is the catchphrase.
Reading his works bring to the minds of many, a hero who was born in Nicaragua and was to later change perceptions. At the airport there are statues, his effigy can be found in the back of trucks and in the cities of Spain, and it is because he went out of his way to give the Spanish Empire their voice and language through writing.
And even though poetry became popular back in the s, spreading across most parts of Spain such as Cernuda, Vallejo, Lima, Lezama and others, modernism was yet to be realized. He's considered the father of Modernism , and his works had a great influence in the Spanish literature of the 20th century. He was raised by his grandparents and started writing poetry at the age of He was soon known as the "boy poet", and contributed in different publications.
In these early works, the influence of Spanish literates like Zorrilla , Campoamor is very clear, and his discovery os Victor Hugo would influence all his later works. In he returned to Nicaragua and got a job at the National Library. He continued experimenting with new forms of poetry, and he prepared a book for publication, although it wasn't published until His life in Nicaragua wasn't all that satisfactory, so he decided to move to Chile in His living conditions in Chile were quite precarious.
In spite of all his difficulties he befriended the son of the President of the Republic, and with his and another friend's help, he published his first poetry book, "Abrojos", in March of Social conditions throughout the 19th century resulted in an intellectual vacuum that sought realization through art, science, and politics. As a result, the modernist movement between and developed in an effort to quench the thirst for understanding and enlightenment.
Modernism is a combination of romanticism, parnassianism, and symbolism Modernism in Poetry. Most countries in Latin America obtained political independence from Spain before However, independence brought political corruption and violence, which furthered a social eagerness for freedom. During the midth century, Latin American writers modeled free-thinking French and Spanish romantics to express the disillusioned Hispano condition. Almost any Spanish speaker will know the name Ruben Dario.
He was the father of Spanish modernism, the one who gave them their language back. For that they are grateful. Madrid has a Ruben Dario metro station. Politicians would give speeches. It was not yet 9am when I set out to find his tomb in the Cathedral of the Assumption of Mary on a large, main square. Even at this hour, shade was precious and the sun punished the pavement so cruelly it seemed to exhale a hopeless vapour under my feet.
I slipped through the cathedral doors into the cool and merciful air. Ministers had come to lay wreaths. I sat in a pew, alone, watching how no one seemed to come inside for the saints.
This is how his story ends, and yet something timeless still lives. To understand who people are, you can flip back through their pages to see where they were. My Dario journey began in earnest a few years ago when I got in contact with Immanuel Zerger, a German immigrant who moved to Nicaragua in the s. He looks something like a 19th-century writer himself, with greying hair and lugubrious eyes. He had met his wife to be, Nubia, when she was a widow with five children running a small hotel on the Solentiname Islands in Lake Nicaragua.
Immanuel started helping her out and things went from there. Back then, as Immanuel tells it, the islands were losing their culture and wildlife as the modern world pressed in. Fisherman were letting their boats fall apart.
Handicraft traditions were all but gone. In Immanuel started a company called Solentiname Tours that tried to create a market for what the islanders already had — great landscapes, colourful traditions, awesome birds. The company grew beyond the archipelago. Heavy clouds hung over Managua when I arrived. Immanuel fetched me from the Los Robles hotel, a relaxed posada in the heart of the capital. A statue of Augusto Cesar Sandino, the guerrilla leader murdered in and perhaps the only figure more revered than Dario, loomed in the distance.
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