Immagine & poesia

Prof. Ada Aharoni (Israel): Ponte di Pace

PONTE DI PACE

Mia sorella araba, costruiamo un ponte delle meraviglie
dal tuo fico e dalla tua vite ai miei
sopra il dolore bollente della battaglia!
Salima, mia sorella araba,
Quando rideremo di nuovo
come due madri, invece di piangere
sulle tombe dei nostri figli?

Tu ed io, Salima, amica mia,
su questo ponte delle meraviglie
nella fragranza del gelsomino in fiore,
tenendoci per mano e sussurrando segreti
sui nostri amori, i nostri figli, i nostri progetti,
e il nostro più profondo desiderio di un cielo libero e luminoso
coronato da scintillanti stelle della pace.

Quindi, mia sorella araba, costruiamo un ponte robusto
di tollerante comprensione al profumo di gelsomino,
dove ognuna si siederà con il suo bambino
sotto la sua vite e sotto il suo fico
e nessuno ci farà paura,
E NESSUNO CI FARÀ PAURA!

(Traduzione di Lidia Chiarelli, Italia)

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BRIDGE OF PEACE

My Arab sister, let us build a wonder bridge
from your fig tree and vine to mine
above the boiling pain of the battle!
Salima, my Arab sister,
When will we laugh again
like two mothers, instead of weeping
on our sons’ tombs?

You and me, Salima, my friend,
on this wonder bridge
in the fragrance of blossoming jasmine,
holding hands and whispering secrets
about our loves, our children, our plans,
and our deepest yearning for a bright free sky
crowned by twinkling Peace Stars.

So, my Arab sister, let us build a sturdy bridge
of tolerant jasmine understanding,
where each shall sit with her baby
under her vine and under her fig tree
and none shall make us afraid,
AND NONE SHALL MAKE US AFRAID!

Ada Aharoni (Hebrew: עדה אהרוני‎; born Andrée Yadid, 1933) is an Egyptian-born Israeli poet, writer, lecturer, sociologist and peace researcher. Since her first poetry book, Poems from Israel, was launched in 1972 she has published 34 books, including peace poetry, historical novels, sociology and history books, biographies, drama, film-scripts, literary criticism, and books for children. The uprooting of the Jews from Egypt, including herself, following the establishment of Israel in 1948 is one of the main topics in many of her novels. Her research on this “Second Exodus” has been a major focus in her career.

Aharoni is the Founder and World President of Iflac: The International Forum for the Literature and Culture of Peace. (Source: Wikipedia)

Hirshhorn Museum Washington DC, Immagine & poesia, Lidia Chiarelli, Wish Tree

Lidia Chiarelli’s Wish Tree installations for Hirshhorn Museum’s project (Washington DC)

Japanese Maple – Wish Tree
Olive – Wish Tree
The Vine – Wish Tree
Lemon – Wish Tree

Lidia Chiarelli responds to the project of the Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden (Washington DC) with four installations of “EYES TO SEE THE RENAISSANCE OF WONDER” series (quoting Lawrence Ferlinghetti).

#WishTreeDC #YokoOno #hirshhorninsideout #wishtreefortheworld.

This year, art lovers are invited to share photographs of their handwritten wishes with the museum via Instagram under the hashtags #WishTreeDC and #YokoOno. Hirshhorn staff will then transfer as many wishes as possible to paper tags, sharing photographs of the installation on social media as it grows.

Ariadne Sawyer, Immagine & poesia, Lidia Chiarelli, World Poetry Café - Canada

Lidia Chiarelli reads her poem on World Poetry Zoom Café – Canada

World Poetry Zoom Café stars on the show now! Our 1,157th radio show! http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-165

A lovely audio poem read and by Star Lidia Chiarelli who is one of the Charter Members of Immagine & Poesia, the art literary Movement founded in Torino (Italy) in 2007 with Aeronwy Thomas, Dylan Thomas’ daughter. Installation artist and collagist. Coordinator of #Dylan Day in Italy (Turin).She has become an award-winning poet since 2011 and she was awarded a Certificate of Appreciation from The First International Poetry Festival of Swansea (U.K.) for her broadside poetry and art contribution. Awarded with the Literary Arts Medal – New York 2020.Six Pushcart Prize (USA) nominations. Mario Merz (Italy) Nomination for Arts 2020.Her writing has been translated into different languages and published in more than 150 Poetry magazines, and on websites in many countries. In addition: Star Victor Taylor, NZ A good e-poem, a new story by Sharon Rowe. Also great interviews with two of the stars of Coop Radio Debbie Roche and Kimit S!Here it is downloaded for 3 months.

#DylanDay, Gianpiero Actis, Immagine & poesia, Lidia Chiarelli

Lidia Chiarelli for #DylanDay 2021

HOW TIME HAS TICKED A HEAVEN ROUND THE STARS – Dylan Thomas

Installation by Lidia Chiarelli with a painting by Gianpiero Actis

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HOW TIME HAS TICKED A HEAVEN ROUND THE STARS – Dylan Thomas

Digital Art and haiku by Lidia Chiarelli

#LoveTheWords

#DylanDay

#DylanThomasPhotoShare

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Aeronwy Thomas, Dylan Thomas, Gianpiero Actis, Immagine & poesia, Lidia Chiarelli

Aeronwy Thomas:

Aeronwy Thomas, photo by  Martin Holroyd (Wikipedia)

AERONWY THOMAS:

BEYOND THE TEXT – HOW TO ENHANCE DYLAN THOMAS’ WORK

            Music has been much used in Shakespeare’s works so why not Dylan Thomas’?

             I will try to make an incomplete but impassioned case why music and poetry including poetic prose as used in my father’s play for voices, Under Milk Wood, can well do without the addition of music.  My suffering in this regard should prove part of the case.

            Ever since I returned to England in 1970, I have been approached by modern composers to listen to Fern Hill or more obscure poems arranged to music.  My first experience was to be approached by an earnest American graduate who wished to use “If my head hurt a hair’s foot” in an original musical composition, using the words as a loose lyric for the music.  In those early days returning from a long stay in Italy, I must have been somewhat naïve.  I agreed to accompany him to the recording studio where his pre-recorded composition was overlain somehow onto a reading of the poem.  Last minute, I was informed that the reader would be me and requested a moment to look at the poem.  A more obscure poem about a child’s fear of causing his mother pain in birth could not have been chosen from my father’s poems.  For me the meaning was almost impenetrable at such short notice so that I must have read it clearly but without understanding.  This was no problem as the music was dominant and drowned the words effectively.  The young artistic entrepreneur then revealed his plan.  Because I had read the poem no royalties would be expected as a beneficiary.  The reason that poem and a couple more had been chosen for the recording was that it was little known to the general public and therefore doubly immune to the payment of royalties.  In any case, the young man told me, he’d spent his last dollars on the recording and was sleeping on friends’ sofas as a result.  I had a sinking feeling that this sort of situation was going to be inevitable now that I was living in London and not in faraway Sicily or even Rome.  Cheap flights to these destinations were still to happen in the future.

     My foreboding was increased when asked to read “Fern Hill” at a public function for the Welsh Development Corporation.  It would take place at the Hilton and feature clog dancing and harp playing which made me slightly uneasy.  However, the fee of £30.00 was an inducement and I turned up in a long cotton Laura Ashley dress and a copy of Dylan’s Selected Poems.  Immediately before I closed the evening with my reading, a band of merry clog dancers filled the floor and skilfully demonstrated how you can dance in uncomfortable wooden shoes.  I would have to change the mood skilfully  and dreaded being helped by the except the harpist.  I was lucky that time as the harpist topped and tailed by did not over-ride the poem with a tinkling waterfall of background musak.

    That occasion kick started my own poetry performance career and I was asked by any number of different organisations to give a reading of my father’s poems. Included were literary festivals and groups as well as entertainment spots at art galleries or even book launches of biographies about my father.  My constant dread was to be requested (after all the arrangements had been made) would I mind a quiet musical accompaniment as I read

the poems.  My fear was often justified as three piece flautists or recorders drowned the words.  By the end, I had to ask that the musical interludes were just that… a musical item between not during poems.  Nowadays, unless it is a reading abroad with translations so that Fern Hill can take 10 minutes to read with its translation, I insist the music is kept to three slots: beginning, interval and end.

     Under Milk Wood, a play to be heard – but mostly seen, integrates songs into the text with words by my father and music by his friend, Swansea composer Dan Jones. These seem to work very well and give a little break from the richness of the text in so much that the words are song-like in scansion and use simple, often childlike words.  The director Michael Bogdanov was the first to add Welsh folk songs for the glee party mentioned in the play to great effect.  Nearly all the productions I see nowadays include additional music such as the UMW Jazz suite by  Stan Tracey directed by Malcolm Taylor, a veteran of these productions, played as the audience settles itself and during the interval.  These productions I can only recommend but I have also suffered all singing and all dancing(the expression used by one of the performers of Under Milk Wood. On a slightly higher level one hopes, The Welsh National Opera has also approached the literary trustees to sing Under Milk Wood.  I await the outcome. 

     Returning to my experiences abroad, I have now new artistic decisions to make regarding my own poetry.  As a result of teaching creative writing to school children in Turin, one of the teachers, Lidia Chiarelli Actis (who later became my official translator) introduced me to her husband, a part-time painter, Gianpiero Actis. He was keen to illustrate some of my poems and in this way we have to date had dozens of exhibitions based on Word and Image.

The local civic council became involved and subsidised events in which painters all over Turin were invited to illustrate a surreal poem of mine, The Object.  The response was surprisingly positive with nearly a hundred painters of every imaginative style taking up the invitation. Lidia, herself a poet, has also experimented with a Canadian artist who works over the internet.  I wouldn’t be surprised if music will be part of future collaborations.

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     In conclusion, I have to admit that the cross-fertilisation of the different arts: words, illustration and music can work if thought out and executed sensitively. This appears to contradict my initial assertion that music and poetry (and as it happens images) cannot enhance each other.  They can and do as experience has taught me.

AERONWY THOMAS, 2008

Daniela Andonovska-Trajkovska, Immagine & poesia, Lidia Chiarelli

“THE ART OF LIVING” poem by Daniela Andonovska-Trajkovska, Republic of North Macedonia. Italian translation and Art by Lidia Chiarelli

THE ART OF LIVING

With my eyes wide shut, I was listening to

the legato of your thoughts that slides slowly

on the white and the black piano keys of life

I was watching you

as you were dressing the words into new skin

and observed how you were turning the paramecium of meaning

into multi-cellular organism that breathes with its own lungs

I was dreaming the metaphors

from which the lightnings

were learning the art of whispering as they were souls

and I was waking up over and over again

In the circled colors of pointillism I kept you

because I wanted you to show me,

with fast and sharp movements,

the art of writing for the moments

that no one could ever have

and when I wanted to admit

that you remind me of something

that I had had long time ago

your words got stuck into the bird’s throat

Don’t let us be nude, I cried,

don’t let us be alone

with no art of living

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L’ARTE DI VIVERE

Con occhi apertamente chiusi, ascoltavo

la disposizione dei tuoi pensieri scorrere lentamente

sui tasti bianchi e neri del pianoforte della vita

Ti stavo guardando

mentre vestivi le parole con una nuova pelle

e osservavo come stavi trasformando il paramecio del significato

in un organismo multicellulare che respira con i propri polmoni

Sognavo le metafore

da cui i fulmini

stavano imparando l’arte di sussurrare come se fossero anime

e mi svegliavo in continuazione

Ti ho tenuto nei colori cerchiati del puntinismo

perché volevo che tu mi mostrassi,

con movimenti veloci e taglienti,

l’arte di scrivere per i momenti

che nessuno avrebbe mai potuto avere

e quando ho voluto ammettere

che tu mi ricordi qualcosa

che avevo avuto tanto tempo fa

le tue parole sono rimaste incastrate come nella gola di un uccello

Non lasciateci nudi, ho gridato piangendo,

non lasciateci soli

senza l’arte di vivere

DANIELA ANDONOVSKA-TRAJKOVSKA, Republic of North Macedonia

Daniela Andonovska-Trajkovska (born February 3, 1979, Bitola, North Macedonia) is poetess, scientist, editor, literary critic, doctor of pedagogy, university professor. She works at the Faculty of Education-Bitola, St. “Kliment Ohridski” University-Bitola, Republic of North Macedonia and teaches the courses:  Methodology of Teaching Language Arts, Creative Writing, Critical Literacy, Methodology of Teaching Early Reading and Writing, ect.  She is co-founder of the University Literary Club “Denicija PFBT UKLO” and also of the Center for Literature, Art, Culture, Rhetoric and Language at the Faculty of Education-Bitola. She is member of the Macedonian Writers’ Association, and The Bitola Literary Circle, and was president of the Macedonian Science Society Editorial Council (for two mandates). She is editor in chief of the literary journal “Rast” issued by the Bitola Literary Circle, and also – editor in chief of the International Journal “Contemporary Dialogues” (Macedonian Science Society), and “Literary Elements” Journal (Perun Artis), several poetry and prose books. Besides her scientific work published in many international scientific journals (over 100 articles), and one university book “Critical Literacy”, she writes poetry, prose and literary critics. She has published one prose book: “Coffee, Tea and the Red Sky” (2019), and 8 poetry books: “Word for the Word” (2014), “Poems for the Margins” (2015), “Black Dot” (2017), Footprints” (2017), “Three” (2019), “House of Contrasts” (2019), “Electronic Blood” (2019), and “Math Poetry” (2020). She has won special mention at the Nosside World Poetry Prize (UNESCO, 2011), the award for the best unpublished poem at the Macedonia Writers’ Association Festival (2018), “Krste Chachanski” prize for prose (2019), National “Karamanov” Poetry Prize for poetry 2019, Macedonian Literary Avant-garde (2020). Her poetry was published in a number of anthologies, literary magazines and journals both at home and abroad, and her works are translated into: English, Serbian, Croatian, Bosnian, Bulgarian, Albanian, Romanian, Polish, Chinese, Arabic, Turkish, Vietnamese, Uzbek, Bengali, and Italian language. She has translated many literary works from English, Serbian and Bulgarian language into Macedonian and vice versa.