Poetry From the site 2.0 publish an interview with Ida Beam:
What is the "health" of poetry in Italy? And what of the poets?
The general state of health is very bad ... but we are still alive. Poetry is nothing but our world. Critics, gender, rent and all the things that are around the world are after, that even after the disaster. Now, a poet and poetry are words to use with caution ... from me, of course.
When you published your first book and how did you realized it was the right time? How did you choose with whom to publish? What did you expect? What has impressed you and why are you disappointed?
I published the first book of short stories with historical edition Re Nudo, in the late '70s. It was not the right time, it happened. Dreams then were collective. I was probably the dream of many others. No disappointment: I thought you dreamed of living and instead, was certainly the best.
If you were a publisher and what would you change what manterresti Italian publishing poetry? What do they expect the poets from publishers?
If I were a small publisher, though rich, but do not bet the company history. If I were a publisher would put great loss in at least one series per line and unpredictable criteria ... Things are easier said than done ... In fact, no publisher and I speak from poetrice! I am expecting distribution by publishers and care, but also a flash of understanding.
The poetry of the future will always be more comprehensive on the web or will be in the bottom of the top shelf of the great libraries of the shopping centers? What is the greatest advantage of the Internet? And the worst risk?
do not know. At the moment I adjusted. It 's the fastest way. It is made with what is available, there is no choice. I think the real struggle within. I can not even vaguely know what I groped for the formidable half will do me. And yet ... the reed and the oak ... yeah, the reed does not break because it bends. It 's an old story .. But to my house today, not bend have the same effect In Japan a thousand years ago ... The web, the middle ... yes, the means, but in the end boss. The poetry of tomorrow? .. Well!
you think about poetry - and art in general - you can build a critical community, a network more competent and careful, to judge from time to time the value of a cultural product? What should the role of criticism and critical of the poetry and the community to which it is addressed?
More than a community to think of an excommunication '. I think of excommunication where it is not a negation, but indicates some sort of gathering of exiles from confinement, the most unexpected. I think of a magma on the move where everyone can come and go, and tell her, without having to tell where it comes from and where it goes. A place where you do not need a tent ... as it is not only in a PC that I need ... As for the value of the works ... I think the same magma. Take for example the dreaded question "what is contemporary art?" And "Who decides how and when a work is a work of contemporary art? "The demand is endless. It takes at least a life, an infinite and endless series of accessions and joints. Not if he becomes head so easily ... But in the meantime who can ed è capace se la pratichi come vuole quest’arte contemporanea, lasci a suo modo un segno… La critica? In genere non seguo la critica e la critica non segue me. Ognuno fa il suo mestiere. Ma certo anche la scomunità dei critici rivolgendosi alla scomunità dei poeti dovrà darsi altre categorie di pensiero… categorie capaci di rintracciare ancora qualcosa e qualcuno in questa generale dissolvenza del reale.
ll canone è un limite di cui bisognerebbe fare a meno o uno strumento indispensabile? Pensi che nell’attraversamento della tradizione debba prevalere il rispetto delle regole o il loro provocatorio scardinamento?
Ogni scardinamento del canone diventa ben presto canone a sua volta. Questo alla fine può essere utile, sapendolo. Però chi scrive poesia non dovrebbe porsi questo problema.
In un paese come il nostro che ruolo dovrebbe avere un Ministro della Cultura? Quali sono, a tuo avviso, i modi che andrebbero adottati per promuovere la buona Letteratura e, in particolare, la buona poesia?
E che cosa intende per cultura un Ministro della Cultura? E che cos’è un Ministro? E una Ministra? Cos’è una politica della Cultura? E la letteratura che cos’è? Cos’è la buona poesia ? A parte il Ministro o la Ministra, sono cose che sembrano senza fondo, anzi, senza fondi. Il buono e il cattivo governo, cosa sono? E la Scuola di governo, di conseguenza, che cos’è?
Quali sono i fattori che più influiscono – positivamente e negativamente – sull’educazione poetica di una nazione? Dove credi che vi sia più bisogno di agire per una maggiore e migliore diffusione della cultura poetica? Chi dovrebbe farlo e come?
Alla poesia non serve l’educazione, anzi, nasce facilmente tra i maleducati . Sbaglierò ma ho l’impressione che la nascita della poesia non abbia niente a che vedere con la sua diffusione. Personalmente vivo la diffusione della poesia come un festoso e sacrosanto riconoscimento, anche un bit 'funeral ... I live broadcasting of the poem as the final act of' a process of separation: the poetry comes off and goes away, takes off ... so I think ... and of course, the readings and much more are situations where 'poet and poetry' are there still together, but as far as I'm concerned they are already thinking about something else, they're already doing more, are already widespread, in fact ...
The poet is a citizen or a stateless person? What responsibilities does to its audience? What behaviors may be important?
I speak for myself. The poet lives a myriad of worlds as a lonely place placed al centro della sua responsabilità… nel senso che il poeta dà il suo responso. Alla fine però metà responsabilità è di chi scrive, e metà è di chi legge. O ascolta. Sì. Anche chi legge o ascolta deve fare la sua arte. Toh! Ho scritto arte invece che parte. Del resto va meglio così… Responsi, forse… Ma risposte precise, risposte vere e proprie, zero, come adesso, come qui.
Credi più nel valore dell’ispirazione o nella disciplina? Come aspetti che si accenda una scintilla e come la tieni accesa?
Ispirazione, disciplina. Tutte e due. Nessuna delle due. Metà e metà. Dipende. Entriamo nei sistemi complessi. As the living. Working and having to do with the other puts you in the same spark, just that you miss it, you do not realize that even when writing looks like a poet ... But NOT WORK puts you there in the same spark, all the chaos and 'order of which you are a victim, any small system that controls puts you in the same spark and you could, you could ... but it is never enough. There seems to be a leak, a leak somewhere ... find a spark, that's fine, and now you have it what are you doing with this spark? ... Sometimes it takes a moment, and if you do not move, even to yourself if you do not hurry to say something ...
Writing to convey an emotion or idea? The poem has a message, something to ask or something to say?
And here the matter of the message: 'say something' you do not know well what it's always like this, the more we try to say something more stuttering and stammering something in that is lost, but ... in the end we only say with the hidden voice: 'I stammered,' because that is the real thing. 'I'm babbling' here is what I really want to say.
What they think about the people you love poetry? You are forced to split the time more readily devoted to poetry with a job with the poem has very little to do? Find a contradiction in those fortunate enough to write for a living? How do you feel your condition?
For the moment I'm working. Thank goodness. It 's a job that has nothing to do with poetry. Work, what do I have to do, and I am also happy to do so. Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's hard, but is no worse not work ... but this can be understood only by working. From this point of view, ours is a tremendous time. I think the work has a lot to do with poetry ... You are there, and there is something to do, you're in it. Yes, poetry is the work state puro… forse per questo attualmente è senza compenso. Ti richiede attenzione, impegno, misura… Se il poeta non si imponesse da solo qualche catena finirebbe col perdersi nella sua stessa sconfinata libertà. Detto questo non mi piacerebbe affatto scrivere per mestiere, difatti non lo faccio.
Cosa speri per il tuo futuro? E per quello della poesia? Cosa manca e cosa serve alla poesia ed ai poeti oggi?
Il futuro della poesia? Non so cosa dire. Forse in varie e imprevedibili forme accompagnerà il destino imboccato dal mondo. Ma lo accompagnerà a colpi, un po’ spingendo e un po’ frenando… Secondo me, questo è il momento giusto per a stop, but then ...
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