Festival Internacional de Poesía de Medellín

27º Medellin International Poetry Festival

July 8th to 15th, 2017

Hanane Aad (Lebanon/Austria, 1965)



Wish

The earth smells of slumber
the hymn has the aroma of freedom
I long to smell my freedom
before my final sleep
I long to sing my hymn
before the earth covers me.

Hymn for a Love


To love
is to be forever
gripped in the fist of yearning,
to burn in the flames of desire,
to be hurled
into impossible distance
at the insistence of memory,
to be drowned forever
in a fidelity
expansive as the sea,
to weep to the last tear
and fear not their unending.

Love me, my love,
the stars will rise
on their way to the wedding,
children fall asleep on serenity’s shoulder.
Love me, my love
until awakening those loves
that lie waiting on the heart’s threshold .

Love me, my love,
the earth of the poor will yield up gold
to serve them as a sword
in the face of deprivation
and vanquish the sword of oppression.

Love me, my love,
murderers will be consumed
in the fire of their hate,
hurl themselves into the river of regret
and cure themselves of that other leprosy.

Love me, my love,
and mourning mothers will embrace,
even if only in a fleeting dream,
the faces of disappeared loved-ones.
Perhaps the chests of slaves dying in misery
will be liberated on the rock of subjection.

Love me, my love,
and the birds of the earth
will escape the cruelty of their hunters,
their twitter, so innocent and tender,
will make the guns fall blind and deaf,

maybe even death, racing towards a baby,
will protest its action and disown itself,
noticing on the little one’s face
a smile that makes it crumble.

Love me, my love,
water my eyes
with the clearest tenderness,
tighten my forehead with a kiss
that miraculously transforms
into a splendid crown on my head.

Love me, my love,
and the universe will find repose
in the arms of divinity,
cured, at least for one moment,
of the tumors of cruelty
in its mortal body.

Love me, my love,
and the greatest virtue
will attain its true sphere.

Love me, my love,
and the universe will rise in protest
at its agonies,
tear off its terrifying masks,
cast its illusions
back into the jaws of the fire,
and impose on history
the alphabet of salvation.

Who Will Buy Me Certainty?


I am the eternally anxious One
Who will buy me certainty?
Where can I obtain the serenity of silence?
Who will build me kingdoms of quiet?
How can I gain victory over the labyrinth?
I am the eternally anxious One
calling myself every morning
from the slumber of the continents
from the ultimate shores
to the ocean’s pulse.
My pulse is the pulse of anxiety
So how can I mould for my eyelids
the soundness of sleep?
Within me is the anxiety of eternity
So how can I transport myself
to fields of jasmine and tulips?
I am the eternally anxious one
Who will lend me the elixir of patience?
How can I arrive at the port of ports?
Can I succeed in climbing
into the depths of smiling grace?
I am the eternally anxious One
When will I banish
the darkness of entity?
When will I carry my soul
to the paradise of the soul?
When will eternity play for me
the melody of melodies
to the eternity of eternity?

Refuge


I surrender to the temple’s silence
when my sadness moans
and all paths are smothered
by my steps’ confusion.

I seek shelter in an infant’s smile
each time the adults drag me
into their gloomy maturity
and O-so-pitiful philosophy.

I take refuge in an ancient icon
when day disowns its dawn
and night rejects its saints.

I catch at a bird’s warbling
when the storm thrusts me
towards anger’s madness.

I catch at a mother’s prayers
each time the war throws me
to cruelty’s volcano.

I cling to the beauty of a little wing.
each time the prisons and ramparts
arise before me.

I cling to the pulse of my own veins
when the faces depart
for the mirror of nothingness.

The Violin of Absence


After my death
I want to become a violin.
So that my soul may climb
to the verdure of its tender melody.
Perhaps I was a violin
before my birth,
or perhaps a canary,
a canary that draws freedom
from the well of modesty,
or perhaps I was a piece of music
dancing in the light of its strings,
or the sound of twittering
asleep in a songbird’s throat.

Perhaps after my departure
I will metamorphose into a smile
on the gorgeous face of an infant,
or perhaps into a breath of relief
glancing the breast of the unhappy,
or a shudder of consolation
touching the hearts of passers-by.

Banquet of Mercy for the Universe


Tomorrow I’ll gather up my heart and flee,
from now on, pain will trouble its beating no more.
Cover me gently with earth, very gently
but please keep the shovel away from my heart!
After my departure, there’ll be nothing to fear,
except that my heart might get wounded.
Today I am going away,
not a care in the world for my body.
It is in my heart that I carry
all those that I love,
all those that have loved me.
So please have mercy, yet only on my heart,
in it, my last treasures,
in it, the yeast of my eclipsed life,
in it, all my moons so peaceful and sweet,
in it, the fortune of precious love.

I am the one between whose bones nests clemency,
and the challenge of finesse resides,
I am the one whose tears race the brook.
When you cover me with earth,
please return the scepter and crown to the Kingdom,
prepare a banquet of mercy for the universe,
strike up melodious song
for those whose hearts are blind.

A Scarf for the Soul


I have a passion for scarves,
for softness dancing in pleats.
I have a passion for scarves,
adore them like an enigma.
With love I offer them my neck,
accept a neckband from them.
My scarf flying on my chest
is something from my soul,
floating on the forehead
of the universe.

Tent of the Light


Crossing streets crowned by lights,
my eyes shine with the Kingdom’ s promise,
I glance God’s shadow flowing towards me,
feel his tenderness between my ribs,
embrace the air round his transfigured face.
The miniature lights hang generously,
seem to me like his warm and loving whisper.
I walk under the tent of the light
and imagine myself reveling in bliss.

Hallucination


My absolutism
makes me sick,
throws me
into a voracious hallucination.
Why do I involve myself
in another’ s pains?
Why do I think
I am him?
Why do I add my tears
to his tears,
almost reincarnate his sadness,
almost lend him my heart…?


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"Lay Down Your Arms"!


Special for Prometeo
© November 2016


POETRY. PEACE. Poetry starts with the letter P. Peace starts with the same letter. Poetry might be the language of the soul. Peace might be the soul of the universe. Is it simply a coincidence that the two words both start with the same letter, with P? I think not. Then P is the common starting letter for POETRY and PEACE. However, the word power also starts with the letter P. POETRY, PEACE, POWER. Poetry might be the power of peace. Peace might be the power of poetry. The power of poetry might bring peace. The power of peace might bring poetry. Poetry might empower peace. How can poetry empower peace? How can poetry spread reconciliation through peace, or peace through reconciliation? Reconciliation between human beings? Peace between civilisations? Reconciliation between cultures? Reconciliation and peace between citizens in the same country or nation?

If one agrees that poetry is in general a very meaningful and powerful and appreciated part of almost all cultures, civilisations and societies, this means that poetry must have a role to play in the history of humanity and the history of the nations, as well as in the itinerary of individuals. Even the politicians and the decision-makers in all states and societies, or at least many of them, often show great appreciation for poetry and poets. Not only that, but many of these personalities also frequently use excerpts from ancient or modern poetry to endorse their ideas, opinions or points of view. Therefore, it might be said that poetry is one of the most influential arts in a variety of cultures and societies.

Guns and bombs are the weapons of wars. POETRY is a weapon of PEACE. Poetry always remains the inner human voice which opens doors for life and rejects all forms of war and destruction. Poetry was, is, and always will be a wonderful vehicle for the values and magical beauty which are able to evolve inside men and women that will of life, will of love, will of peace, against all that denies the values of both life and love. It is the will of life and love which is able to bring peace and reconciliation. Poetry and war are certainly two strong opposites, except when poetry is also a way to fight against all kinds of injustice and oppression and dictatorship. Someone who grew up in a culture which appreciates and respects poetry will not be someone who easily becomes involved in any kind of war or absurd conflict or violent acts. Such a person will not easily agree to carry weapons and kill and destroy.

When talking about the bond between Literature and Peace, and especially between Poetry and Peace, one of the first images which immediately comes to my mind is that of Alfred Nobel, the founder of the Nobel Prizes. This ingenious scientist who invented an explosive which he named 'dynamite' and which brought him a huge fortune and fame, was the same man who wrote poetry and drama and had a passion for literature, but his father was not pleased with Alfred’s interest in poetry,  and wanted him to become a chemical engineer. Nobel, who spent all his life working on scientific experiments and registered 355 patents, ended up writing in his will that “much of his fortune was to be used to give prizes to those who have done their best for humanity” in different fields, including literature and peace. He established a prize to be dedicated to "the person who shall have done the most or the best work for fraternity between nations, for the abolition or reduction of standing armies and for the holding and promotion of peace congresses".

When reading about how Alfred Nobel also dedicated prizes to peace and literature, one is struck by two facts in his biography that might have been the strongest turning points in his life, and constituted the spark which led him to dedicate part of his fortune to peace makers and peace promoters, and another part to a great body of work in literature which has often been awarded for great work in poetry.

The first fact is that some of his experiments caused accidents that killed several people, including his younger brother. The second is the lifelong friendship that Alfred Nobel established with his one-time secretary, the Austrian Bertha von Suttner, with whom he later exchanged letters for many years. She became involved and very active in the peace movement, and wrote the famous book Lay Down Your Arms.  

On the one hand, there is dynamite which is a massively dangerous and destructive weapon in war. On the other hand, there are the awards for those who have done their best for humanity and for fraternity between nations. A contradictory picture but also one of the deepest messages, and a strong lesson to learn, behind which stands the potential poet Alfred Nobel!

We move from the expression above “massively dangerous and destructive weapon”, to its opposite “massively peaceful and constructive weapon”, in order to look at the role which poetry activities and festivals play in building bridges to peace. In that respect, the International Poetry Festival of Medellin seems to be a very meaningful and powerful proof that poetry is really able to bring about peace and reconciliation. The crowds of people we see every year as a huge audience during the festival readings and activities tell us indirectly about people’s aspiration for peace and serenity as expressed through their love for poetry. One can read on their enchanted faces and in their delighted eyes that kind of charming thirst for serenity, for peace, for the joie de vivre. I myself come from a land, Lebanon, which suffered decades of war, which witnessed destruction, cruelty, great loss of life and all the kinds of pain that human beings bear – cannot bear! – in war. May Colombia soon win the battle for a sustainable peace empowered also by its poets and the International Poetry Festival of Medellin which has always led a very noble fight for peace, employing poetry as its only weapon.

I believe it is worth trying, through poetry, to tame violence and hate, to convert them into a pure will of the generations to build a future on the authentic basis of prosperity and serenity, on the sacred respect for the life of all human beings everywhere and at all times. I believe that we can all start to give our children little poetry books as gifts instead of presents which are directly or indirectly symbols of war and violent conflict. I believe that we should tell our children that even toy weapons, virtual and electronic war games, or even just violent games, are in a way harmful to the global spirit of beauty in our universe.  

Why not all cry, with Bertha von Suttner: "Lay Down Your Arms"!
Let this be, for us as poets and through poetry, that powerful cry in the universe that
                       “will make the guns fall blind and deaf,
                        maybe even death, racing towards a baby,
                        will protest its action and disown itself,
                        noticing on the little one’s face
                        a smile that makes it crumble”. *

Excerpt from Hanane Aad’s poem entitled “Hymn for a Love” from her book Pearls of the Soul Riding Virtue, published in 2005. Translation by Peter Waugh and Hanane Aad.

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Hanane Aad is a Lebanese poet, journalist (Print media, radio and TV), literary critic and translator. She has lived in Vienna, Austria, since 2009.

She has published 7 books: Who Will Buy Me Certainty? (English), April 2015 (Mumbai, India); Duet of Flowers (Japanese and English; in addition to 5 books published in Arabic in Beirut, Lebanon: I Carry my Freedom in my Mouth, 2010; Pearls of the Soul Riding Virtue, 2005; Like a Grain of Wheat, 1998; The Echo of Nostalgia, 1992; Dialogue of Cultures and Love of the Language, 2001.

She won the Award for Excellence in Poetry at Tudor Arghezi Literature Festival 2014 in Targu Jiu in Gorj, Romania, and she received the Award for Excellence in Foreign Poetry at the Poesis Festival of Satu Mare, Romania, in 2011. She reads her poetry almost regularly in international poetry events and festivals in Europe, Asia and Latin America. Among the worldwide festivals she took part in: Struga Poetry Nights, Macedonia, Printemps des Poètes, Bucharest, Palabra en El Mondo, Venice, Granada International Poetry Festival, Nicaragua, Luna De Locos International Poetry Festival, Pereira, Colombia. A part of her poetry has been published in many anthologies and magazines in different countries and languages, including German, French, Spanish, Dutch, Italian, Russian, Japanese, Estonian, Turkish, Hindi, Bosnian, Bulgarian and Portuguese.

Studies: Diploma of Higher Studies in Journalism and Communication from the University of Lebanon and Paris 2. Among other distinctions: The International Award for Excellence in Journalism of the International Catholic Union of the Press in 2001; The Prize of the Lebanese Ministry of Culture in 2000.

-Hanane Aad´s website
-Two poems English-Spanish
-Seven poems

Published at February 12th 2017

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