By now summer is in its peak. I have asked three questions to my poet friends abroad about their relationship with this hot season.
1. Is summer, with its longer days, a time which
helps you to write more or less poetry? Why is this?
Teresinka Pereira (USA): For me it is the same. I am not a nature lover. I am always at my
desk, winter or summer. Nature gives me allergies.
Agnes Lam (Hong Kong): Summer or winter, rest from work always help to
give more time to reflection, inspiration and writing.
Arbind Kumar Choudhary (India): In summer we enjoy longer days no doubt, but it seems a donkey year
for the working hours for poetry. The freshness, the fervour and the stamina
that we require for our poetic purpose go over our head in the summer season.
The crux of the heat that is caused due to natural disorder becomes intolerable
in this strife-stricken world.
As a result the target of the poetic works that we make in summer season goes unfulfilled.
Nadia Cella Pop (Romania): The seasons, with their own peculiar beauty,
they awake the fantasy, but summer, due to the plenty of natural phenomena,
increases its treasure when the artist knows how to observe and create an
artwork afterwards. My connections to the evenings with a long twilight, in a whisper
of the landscape which is calm or full of wrath captivate and send my mind to
the poetry kingdom.
Sabahudin Hadzialic
(Bosnia-Herzegovina): Poetry
writing is a God given gift, with little bit of muse and that is not related to
the any part of the year. More is related to the current mood, concrete
feelings and the momentum of happenings. Sometimes, I wake up in the evening
and write something, sometimes I do not write anything for 10-15 days, and
sometimes every day I write. I would like to underline one of my own slogans:
"It is not difficult to write. It is difficult to know how to write."
2. Is summer for you a time when you meet more
poets, locally and also from abroad? How and why?
Teresinka
Pereira: I live in
USA. It is not easy to come here… So, I do not have
many visitors. Maybe in winter I have visitors from South America who want to
have snow experiences.
Agnes Lam: Not really, as most meetings tend to happen during term time when
there are conferences.
Arbind Kumar Choudhary: In summer we enjoy summer vacation and go on
tour of historical places and sometimes join the company with our peer groups
that accelerates our poetic tirade at that poetic moment. The company of the
peer groups fills our heart with intense joy to its climax. Besides we exchange
our personal sentiments – be it pain or pleasure, good or bad, true or false,
real or unreal.
Nadia Cella Pop: Unfortunately
summer is a holiday season, so meetings are very rare. Anyhow, the poets in
here are asking me to write literary comments, art chronicles or to present
music recitals. Maybe these can underline my involvement in the arts’
confluence. And the goal of these might be to spread and raise the joy among
people who like the arts.
Sabahudin Hadzialic: Every human being is the poet and I am meeting them
every day, every part of the year, every year. We just need to wake up poet in
us. A late former Yugoslav poet, Branko Miljkovic wrote: "The day will
come when everybody will write poetry." That day has come: Society
networks (FB, Twitter) made possible that everybody can write poetry and the
people from all around can read it. To answer your question more precisely,
yes, I can meet more poets, when I have money to travel to the Festivals. Only
few Festivals pay for trip. Usually, it is accommodation and food.
But, I met a lot of poets recently (Cyprus, 26.5.2012.) even that I did not go
there: http://www.ideogramma-cy.com/event_9_poets.html.
But, my poems did.3. The link between the poet and current affairs. What do you say about this? Which were the most recent news that inspired you to write a poem?
Teresinka Pereira: I have everyday experiences for reading the news, for reading poetry
books, for living the life of a human rights activist. I write all the time.
Agnes Lam: Can't help being affected by the events around
the world. Most recent event that inspired me was the tsunami in Japan in 2011.
it was just too tragic.
Arbind Kumar Choudhary: There is a vital link between the poet and the
tragic incidents happening across the globe. The chequered career of the global
society adds fuel to our poetic flames from time to time. One of our Chinese
counterpart was jailed due to the rebellious nature of his poem that accelerated
my poetic tide to go ahead against the brutal claws of the government for the
restoration of the world government laden with freedom, wisdom and divine
kingdom.
The ailing thought that haunts our poetic mind in this donkey year
caused due to natural disorder forces us to sing the melodious songs for the
peeping generations to come.
Nadia Cella Pop: For me,
the current affairs are separated from the inspiration themes that come out of
emotions and feelings. The current affairs remain pragmatic as always, with no
influence for the written word. The loss of a beloved and special being pushed
me to write a poem “in memoriam”. Of course, I’m waiting for new encounters on
the life’s scale of harmonies and I will write them down in poems.
Sabahudin Hadzialic: All depends which kind of poet you are and which
kind of poetry you wrote: from simple rhyme and up to
postmodern equivalents to the thoughts. But, there must be the link
between the poet and current affairs, depending not only on the news &
inspiration but also on the social background of the poet. If he/she
travels...If he/she meets different people...If he/she is educated...If he/she
is gender aware..If he/she respect gay/LGBT population or not...If he/she is
democrat and/or conservative...If he/she is atheist and/or theist and/or
agnostic...Inspiration is wide open subject....depending on the soul of the
poet...But, there is an influence of the current affairs on the
poet. Concretely, recently I wrote a poem AGORA (the Greece start of the
world democracy) inspired with the crisis in the Greece and in the world.
It is the same all around the world, and "Greece" are all of us, but
we do not know that yet. We will find out soon, because capitalism cannot exist
anymore as it is. To have 1 % of rich and 99 % of poor people. Within next ten
years we will have a new world order, made of liberal democrats like in Sweden,
Norway and Denmark. We just need to learn from them.
Poems:
- NATURE
Arbind Kumar Choudhary
O Mother Nature
!
Enrapture the feature
Of the ailing esquire
For the fanfare
Of god’s acre.
&
To pay the debt of
nature
For the pasture
Of the scripture
Is the venture
Of the vulture.
- SUMMER
Arbind Kumar Choudhary
Ethereal fever
Gerrymanders the helper
Of the imposter
For
the gander
Amidst many a horror
&
The summer fever
Fires the balladeer
For the
lavender
Of
the gander
On
a land of windhover.
FACEBOOK AND THE SEA
Sabahudin Hadzialic
Thirty five degrees centigrade
and my soul is still frozen.
…
The sea and the sun
are just another two excuses
to escape reality.
…
When I can’t
log into my Facebook…
Summer
Eftichia Kapardeli
Καλοκαίρι, άσπρα πουλιά
σμιλευμένες ακρογιαλιές ,χρησμοί του
έρωτα
***
Κύμα το κύμα η θάλασσα πληθαίνει
το αλμυρό ρίγος ξεψυχά στην φωτιά του Ήλιου
***
Κορμιά φιλήδονα που χάνονται στην αγκαλιά
της μέρας που δεν ξεψυχά
***
Σε κόκκινα δίχτυα στην άμμο του
καλοκαιριού
φυλακισμένο ένα πεφταστέρι
***
Βουλιάζω στον Ήλιο,
με την φτερούγα του πουλιού τον
ουρανό χαράζω
***
Ξανθοί έφηβοι ,γαλάζιοι άγγελοι,
γυμνοί
στην καυτή άμμο ερωτεύονται
Summer
Eftichia Kapardeli
Summertime, white birds
sculptured beaches, oracles of love
sculptured beaches, oracles of love
***
Wave
of the sea wave
multiply
salt shivering die out in the Sun Fire
***
salt shivering die out in the Sun Fire
***
Sensual bodies, lost in the arms
the day that does not die out
the day that does not die out
***
In red nets on the sand of summer
prisoner, a shooting star
In red nets on the sand of summer
prisoner, a shooting star
Sink in the sun, the sky
the wing of the bird, carve
***
Blonde teens, blue angels, naked
in the hot sand, fall in love
in the hot sand, fall in love
ΟΝΕΙΡΟΠΟΛΗΜΑ
Eftichia
Kapardeli
Γεννιούνται οι ομορφιές
το όνειρο ψηλώνει
σε όμορφα βλέμματα
τα άστρα οι κατοικίες μας
άβουλα παιδιά ονειροπόλα
απείθαρχες αχτίνες που ξέφυγαν
από του Ήλιου τον θρόνο
μας ζεσταίνουν
Τα χρόνια μας στην αρμονία
ρόδα κοιμισμένα
γλυκιά η πλάνη
αέρινα τα δεσμά της
και εκείνο το αυγινό
ξεχωριστό άστρο
ξάγρυπνο στα μάτια μας
Χρυσά χαμόγελα
ανθάκια ονείρων
λάφυρα στο φεγγαρόλουστο
ουρανό του έρωτα
Λαμπρά χρώματα
όνειρα ακατοίκητα
μοιρασμένα
στων ονειροπόλων
τα
ματόκλαδα ξαποσταίνουν
DREAMINGS
Eftichia Kapardeli
Born beauties
dream taller
a beautiful sight
the stars in our homes
spineless children dreamer
unruly rays that escaped
from the throne of the Sun
our warm
Our years in harmony
wheel asleep
sweet error
the bonds of ethereal
and that the dawn
separate star
awake in our eyes
golden smiles
flowers dream
spoils the moonlit
sky of love
brilliant colors
dreams uninhabited
divided
dreamers of the eyelashes
resting
Born beauties
dream taller
a beautiful sight
the stars in our homes
spineless children dreamer
unruly rays that escaped
from the throne of the Sun
our warm
Our years in harmony
wheel asleep
sweet error
the bonds of ethereal
and that the dawn
separate star
awake in our eyes
golden smiles
flowers dream
spoils the moonlit
sky of love
brilliant colors
dreams uninhabited
divided
dreamers of the eyelashes
resting
