The spirit of the places. 1998 - Latinoamerica Poetry

THE SPIRIT OF PLACES International poetry meetings Poetry - says Josif Brodskij - should be sold everywhere. Like cars. Because, more than these, it takes you far. If this doesn't happen, won't it be because we don't want to "go a little further away"?". We think of this house of poetry, not as an arrival point of a journey that has taken us so far, and not only geographically, not as a fort or a castle in which to preserve and defend the treasure accumulated over these years (and how precious this treasure is will be demonstrated by the books, videos, audio cassettes, but above all by our friends, poets, writers and musicians who are the stones corners of this house), we have designed it without limits and without predefined forms, so that it can, from time to time, transform itself into a skyscraper or a tucul, into a nomadic tent or a pagoda, into an igloo or a villa, even into a ship or into anything else that allows us to be at the same time guests and hosted by the evolving imagination, which is nourished by the spirit of the places without ceasing to belong to the entire human race, even to that part which has not desire to "go a little further". They pass by, these great migratory birds that are the poets, and give us with their flight, with their voices, a part of their places of origin, so different from exotic postcards, from plastic villages for hasty tourists. The less visible part, perhaps, sometimes the most real: the part of pain and joy, the part of love and, why not, of anger. And these voices, so rightly different from each other, are building, have already built the identity of a place, together with us, together with you and all those who have been present at the meetings of the past years: the place of poetry, a place other than real, which acts in the dynamics of change, perhaps pushing us, on an ordinary day of haste, to stop for a moment, to raise our gaze towards the sky and to feel life throb, simple and mysterious, in the light flight of a bird price to existence in terms of asperity. Between the stones and the fire, in the face of the storm or in the midst of drought on the flags of necessary hatred and the magnificent impulse of anger, the flower of my poetry always seeks the air, the humus, the sap, the sun, of tenderness Roque Dalton * * * * * COMO LA SIEMPREVIVA My poetry is like the siempreviva pays its price at the end of asperity the stones and the fire, in front of the storm or in the middle of the sequia, above the bands of necessary hatred and the most beautiful effusion of the cólera, the flower of my poetry always seeks the air, the humus, the wisdom, the sun, of the Roque Dalton

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31 October/1 November 1998 House of poetry

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PROVINCE OF SALERNO MUNICIPALITY OF BARONISSI With the patronage and contribution of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs General Directorate for Cultural Relations