Imago lacus

The picture above was taken by a dear friend, the American poet Debra Kang Dean (please do not use it without permission). I met Debra three years before, when I went to Walden to work with his late husband Brad, a great Thoreau scholar. Once we spent hours tracking this quotation: "Some men go fishing all their lives without ever realizing it's not fish they are after." We concluded that Thoreau never wrote it, but si non è vero...

Sunday, December 8, 2013

Hitza denboran, edo txioak Time Line batean

Atzoko Berrian Angel Erroren zutabea irakurri nuenean honako hau gogora etorri zitzaidan:

Poets are voices upon time. What makes poetry so giddyingly different from other forms is how naturally and plainly its reader can inhabit that voice. For we all consciously know that poetry is written in the everyday material of language, but at a deeper cerebral level surely it becomes easier to imagine the voice one's own, that we could be thinking it, living it, saying it. We could have come to just this place. How else could a great poem last so vertiginously long?

And because our inner voice dictates the texture, tone and timing of the reading that we both render and receive, the silence around it and through it seems to become ours too. We place it and hear it where we will. [...] this makes the written poem unique, in terms of our relationship with its materials--by which I mean the black (something there) and the white (nothing there). The Stalin regime could destroy Osip Mandelstam, but not the poems his widow Nadezhda had learned by heart. That's something and nothing showing their true colors.

Glyn Maxwell: On Poetry (Oberon, 2013)

Beltza eta zuria, dagoena eta ezereza. Zuriaren garrantzia azpimarratzen du Maxwellek, hutsuneak poesian denbora markatzen edo islatzen duelako, musikaren funtzioa betetzen. Zuria eta beltza zer diren hobeto ulertzeko, adibide xumea dut gogoan orain. Euskararen nazioarteko egunean, txio hau ikusi nuen twitterren:
Irakurri eta berehala, han gordeta zegoen poema ikusi nuen (alegia, han zegoen ahotsarekin identifikatu nintzen), nire golkorako errepikatu ondoren tanka baten forma eman nion, zurizko hutsuneak paratuta:

Kale izoztuan 
itxaropen bakarra: 
txantxangorria 

Nafarroaren egunaz 

norbait txioka dabil.

Txiolariek beltza jarri zuten; zuria nik.

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