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HERNÁN VARGASCARREÑO
And
LILIANA
WHEEL IN THE GARDEN OF POETRY
junio6 Thursday 26: 30 pm
WHEEL IN THE GARDEN OF POETRY
junio6 Thursday 26: 30 pm
English Patio, Seat Bucaro UIS, Bucaramanga
Broadcast live by the UIS
Broadcast live by the UIS
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The meeting with lovers of the poetic word the last Thursday of each month in The Garden of Poetry will have as guests this June 26, the writer Santander, Hernán Vargascarreño , BA of TUI, creator and director of the Poetry Foundation the Exile and the architect and poet Cáceres Liliana Rueda.
The event is in charge of Communications and Cultural Department and will be held in the English courtyard UIS Bucaro headquarters from 6:30 in the afternoon.
The event is in charge of Communications and Cultural Department and will be held in the English courtyard UIS Bucaro headquarters from 6:30 in the afternoon.
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HERNÁN VARGASCARREÑO .
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Zapatoca, Days, 1963
Luisa Maria, my mother
Far behind the dawn, I called my mother
is his voice that fills me with songs of birds. My brothers run around
animals but everything happens now silent.
rocking himself, the rustling tree
The family includes the solar farm.
try to understand their language, but I can not.
A beautiful young woman languishes
home chanting his heartache, still feel it.
someone preaches in the town milk cool.
Not that I believe to hear, his proclamation as is food.
My dreams are beyond the smoke of the kitchen and behind them
time goes by deploying its aromas.
In the splendor of the morning I see my father,
serene and beautiful, sipping his coffee so far from me.
A cry is heard in my soul shakes
still can not stand pain and I
ahúcha from ghosts and their fear of living
huyéndome.
is the harbinger of the fire will burn
my lonely days ahead, desalted
kind of angel or something tells me I do not know why, from that house
of childhood that I always carry,
the which has never ceased to annihilate ...
which always atarea in reviving.
(Hernán Vargascarreño. From his book: Country intimate) ---
Luisa Maria, my mother
Far behind the dawn, I called my mother
is his voice that fills me with songs of birds. My brothers run around
animals but everything happens now silent.
rocking himself, the rustling tree
The family includes the solar farm.
try to understand their language, but I can not.
A beautiful young woman languishes
home chanting his heartache, still feel it.
someone preaches in the town milk cool.
Not that I believe to hear, his proclamation as is food.
My dreams are beyond the smoke of the kitchen and behind them
time goes by deploying its aromas.
In the splendor of the morning I see my father,
serene and beautiful, sipping his coffee so far from me.
A cry is heard in my soul shakes
still can not stand pain and I
ahúcha from ghosts and their fear of living
huyéndome.
is the harbinger of the fire will burn
my lonely days ahead, desalted
kind of angel or something tells me I do not know why, from that house
of childhood that I always carry,
the which has never ceased to annihilate ...
which always atarea in reviving.
(Hernán Vargascarreño. From his book: Country intimate) ---
Helena
're not alone you're not
as tiles and curtains and chairs and sofas and tables
everything around you is still there
helena
in you
(Liliana Rueda)
're not alone you're not
as tiles and curtains and chairs and sofas and tables
everything around you is still there
helena
in you
(Liliana Rueda)
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HERNÁN VARGASCARREÑO.
INTERVIEW INTIMATE COUNTRY AHEAD
By: Idania and Claudia Muñoz Ortiz Mantilla Duran Claumantilla@gmail.com June 20, 2008
Among the group of poets who have visited the Garden of Poetry, the presence of Hernán Vargascarreño in Bucaramanga fills us with joy, first as a writer Santander with a universal poetry second because for decades did not visit their homeland. Vargascarreño Zapatoca born, was the creator and director of the National Poetry Open Sea, led by poets into exile in the city of Santa Marta. She has received awards: National Poetry Award of the Caribbean (1993), National Poetry Prize Antonio Llanos (Cali, 2000), finalist in the National Poetry Award Bogotá (2002) and National Poetry Award without banners - Casa Silva Poetry (2003).
"A station is reached
bringing
red trains and one passenger
night;
one day the dream fulfilled: the train arrives
red, lowered
night
and settled forever in
station forgot ... "
How did trains? Explore their relationship with the story of Juan José Arreola "the switchman."
Railway history has to do with the sun Express left Bogota to Santa Marta with the group Manu Chao. It was a long night of liquor and smoke. Fell A torrential downpour in Santa Marta but that went out to get the train was full of artists, painters, poets, musicians ... After the flood came the partying, I woke up sleeping on the last car of the train, the sun woke me up, I went to my house was a terrace, slept a full day and got up and wrote an almost Trains automatically. I already knew the story of Arreola, who was spinning on his head, and also text the trip, Alvaro Mutis, and only writing this exorcism Trains managed to end the nightmares that caused me these two beautiful texts. Then there are the many memories of the train during my childhood Bucaramanga, since for many Sundays we would go with the family at Café Madrid, and those first impressions of this iron monster that screams, swallows and vomits people came to surface when I became a reader. It is a regret that the trains of our country just now slipping into the rusty rails of memory.
"The house that breaks inside me no one dwells
never a light or open a sale, what signs of life still standing
the
?..."
Residence and Children, is a constant evocation to that yesterday in his childhood. Could evoke the most significant episodes of this season and believes he left an imprint in his life as a writer. Recalling his childhood.
From my childhood I can say I was very happy. Next to my mother, crossed mountain walks for days amid the desolate places that occasionally appeared a country house that gave us shelter. Zapatoca the early years, I remember one morning in the dark even with the family fled in a sedan to Bucaramanga, and in the city, a house with dirt floors and walls in gray work in a neighborhood that I never wanted forgotten. My mother bringing back to his eight children who were scattered throughout the department, the father always absent, the work of my older brothers to keep the family, school, games, field trips, the mules, the mill, work with coffee, trips to the village of Nona, the huge trees still are green in my memory, the end of childhood ... I remember as a child had great legs perhaps to see enough so I lay ahead to the game with words. I was a perfectly happy child. Children's poem was not born of my childhood memories began to emerge when a raid with verseadores met a cemetery on the banks of a tributary of the Magdalena River in Zambrano, a town of Bolivar. This cemetery was flooded when the river is growing very large, and this beautiful image of the dead under the water, kicked this poem.
In Caveats, find the office of the poet, his hard work. What does poetry mean to you?
Poetry for me is my religion, my choice of life, my salvation. Poetry is the look you have always look at the world. I could not, nor can I, find another way of seeing life and the universe.
"I plead guilty to understand
animals more than people ..."
In the group of poems that names the book "Country intimate", the poem Confession declares a series of faults that are ultimately that makes the poet an authentic self and foreign all the vanities that appeal to ordinary mortals. Tell us about this worldview.
say that people born in the mountains of Santander have a great quality that can also be a defect: to be honest. Confession In the poem, and in others, only I take care of it, to be honest. Confession may be much larger, because there is more truth than not they say there, but that can be drawn about many others. I have to confess that this poem I snatched it from the bowels of the Venezuelan poet Rafael Cadenas, who has a fine article called Defeat. It happens that I had started writing Confession and had it in the drawer of aging, half-done, half finished. Defeat to find the poem I went immediately to my comp and managed to finalize it. This text personally because I love writing, and reading it before an audience, I feel relieved that I could hardly any medicine.
"Apart from vertebrate, mammal,
carnivorous bipedal humans
... is also a cruel and beautiful animal,
if not, tell my heart, poor
chest hidden under clothing, skin and frame bones,
entrenched dread my love
without mercy or consideration
me bared his body but not his soul ... "
Another Country intimate poem, which restates the quasi-normal to have in everyday life to refer to the deepest emotions is "Poem for my love is an animal." A goal of this text for you What is love? What is eroticism?
Love is not definable, the day you meet him, you find yourself, know what it is, and suffer, and enjoy, and suffer it again, one could say so much of love, which is better shut up. What I can say is that is one of the few human beings salvations. Without love would be miserable wretches. And unlike love, eroticism itself is can pursue and find. Aesthetically speaking, erotic art is spirit, and every time we should be erotic in every area of \u200b\u200blife, we need to be closer to the artistic nature. The eroticism is not necessarily rests on the unique beauty of the enjoyment of the bodies. Your universe is vast and unpredictable.
His love of great poets like Emily Dickinson and Edgar Lee Masters has manifested through knowledge of their works and the translation that has made them. What these writers seduces him?
Emily seduces me the mystery, the fact that he questioned life itself through his poetry, the certainty of having found means to explore from your little world the vastness of the universe and the existence perplexing. And Lee Masters I have glimpsed this sincerity that goes hand in hand with people of my land, for his poetry dazzled by the reality that he complaint through his work.
addition to these two poets, which other writers have set?
First of all, Homer. After Cervantes, Cavafy, Omar Khayyam, Virginia Woolf, Borges, Yourcenar, Eugenio Montejo ...
Tell us about your first book: Plural. Plural
is my first attempt at poetry. After fleeing from myself and of my land and my family, I the need to publish that first book. It was a need to take steps toward poetry safer. Unlike many artists, not dismissive of my first book and gave me the strength to an initial release and now see it as a valid stage of my life. I have full awareness that it compiles only, I designed it myself and not put him through a reading by an expert. What can save him poetically? Perhaps a third party, but for me at that time meant finding the path of my life.
A black sun to Antinous, his unpublished work is born How and why we need to finally meet her?
Actually I have two unpublished books, but let's talk "A black sun for Antinous." This book began to emerge after reading "Memoirs of Hadrian" by Marguerite Yourcenar. It was an unconscious process that later became aware. I did not want to submit it for publication because strangely is an unpublished book that haunts me, as it does with others. Throughout his almost forty poems speak three characters: the Emperor Hadrian, his favorite Antinous and the poet's voice. Poems are linked by the dialogue that is taking place between these three people, but in addition to the familiar story and novel by Yourcenar, the poems have a thread that is Time. This last element I discovered it slowly over the last few years I have made modifications that emphasize a little more this idea attracts me so much. And will come when editing.
cultural As manager you had the opportunity to create Santa Marta Poetry Open Water program. Remember this experience, its benefits and misfortunes ...
National Programme Offshore Poetry was my school of poetry, as well as experience the poetry of many poets, some 150 guests - had the good fortune of a dialogue with them once finished programs, and sometimes the dialogue lasted for several days in the middle of dinner and wine, for there were poets who would acolitábamos stay by the sea. I often say that the program became the graduate that I have always refused to do because it was so acquired knowledge, that was my school say that poetry is a telling fact and true. Program was a large, well designed and with a formidable public was also learning to enjoy the great poetry of all time, not only because we had the presence of the invited poets, also convocábamos missing word poets by reading us they did their work to the public. The Misfortunes always been economic, but these do not have the time to take stock literary, aesthetic bliss. Now that I have no agenda, I feel a great emptiness that I must learn to fill with something else. Along with cultural management also dabbled as an editor, came to complement work by the sea my high studies in poetry.
Why "by Exile Poets" What led to this name?
The answer is simple: to exile, because over there we go. Let the eternal exile. So I thought since I gave her name to the group that no longer exists.
About the previous question "is considered a poet in exile from his homeland? How do you see the department of Santander and its relation to literature and arts in general? Oddly
on the Caribbean coast have begun to include in studies and in some anthologies, but will always mark the poet does not belong to the land. I know the cluster of poets from the Caribbean coast recognizes the work I did for poetry and what they value very well. But another thing happens to me in Santander. Apart from some minor publications in newspapers (two or three), my poetry has been published in my apartment in a book. Therefore, I do feel exiled from my land, but essentially it was my childhood and adolescence, and may not leave the country girl who is the soul of each. A Santander I have always considered rough and tough to the art, but as I have more than two decades out of it, I feel I can speak with authority about what is happening now. In fact, I have fourteen years without peering at Bucaramanga.
What is your poetic statement?
Before and after the mystery of life, there, and will be something called Poetry.
INTERVIEW INTIMATE COUNTRY AHEAD
By: Idania and Claudia Muñoz Ortiz Mantilla Duran Claumantilla@gmail.com June 20, 2008
Among the group of poets who have visited the Garden of Poetry, the presence of Hernán Vargascarreño in Bucaramanga fills us with joy, first as a writer Santander with a universal poetry second because for decades did not visit their homeland. Vargascarreño Zapatoca born, was the creator and director of the National Poetry Open Sea, led by poets into exile in the city of Santa Marta. She has received awards: National Poetry Award of the Caribbean (1993), National Poetry Prize Antonio Llanos (Cali, 2000), finalist in the National Poetry Award Bogotá (2002) and National Poetry Award without banners - Casa Silva Poetry (2003).
"A station is reached
bringing
red trains and one passenger
night;
one day the dream fulfilled: the train arrives
red, lowered
night
and settled forever in
station forgot ... "
How did trains? Explore their relationship with the story of Juan José Arreola "the switchman."
Railway history has to do with the sun Express left Bogota to Santa Marta with the group Manu Chao. It was a long night of liquor and smoke. Fell A torrential downpour in Santa Marta but that went out to get the train was full of artists, painters, poets, musicians ... After the flood came the partying, I woke up sleeping on the last car of the train, the sun woke me up, I went to my house was a terrace, slept a full day and got up and wrote an almost Trains automatically. I already knew the story of Arreola, who was spinning on his head, and also text the trip, Alvaro Mutis, and only writing this exorcism Trains managed to end the nightmares that caused me these two beautiful texts. Then there are the many memories of the train during my childhood Bucaramanga, since for many Sundays we would go with the family at Café Madrid, and those first impressions of this iron monster that screams, swallows and vomits people came to surface when I became a reader. It is a regret that the trains of our country just now slipping into the rusty rails of memory.
"The house that breaks inside me no one dwells
never a light or open a sale, what signs of life still standing
the
?..."
Residence and Children, is a constant evocation to that yesterday in his childhood. Could evoke the most significant episodes of this season and believes he left an imprint in his life as a writer. Recalling his childhood.
From my childhood I can say I was very happy. Next to my mother, crossed mountain walks for days amid the desolate places that occasionally appeared a country house that gave us shelter. Zapatoca the early years, I remember one morning in the dark even with the family fled in a sedan to Bucaramanga, and in the city, a house with dirt floors and walls in gray work in a neighborhood that I never wanted forgotten. My mother bringing back to his eight children who were scattered throughout the department, the father always absent, the work of my older brothers to keep the family, school, games, field trips, the mules, the mill, work with coffee, trips to the village of Nona, the huge trees still are green in my memory, the end of childhood ... I remember as a child had great legs perhaps to see enough so I lay ahead to the game with words. I was a perfectly happy child. Children's poem was not born of my childhood memories began to emerge when a raid with verseadores met a cemetery on the banks of a tributary of the Magdalena River in Zambrano, a town of Bolivar. This cemetery was flooded when the river is growing very large, and this beautiful image of the dead under the water, kicked this poem.
In Caveats, find the office of the poet, his hard work. What does poetry mean to you?
Poetry for me is my religion, my choice of life, my salvation. Poetry is the look you have always look at the world. I could not, nor can I, find another way of seeing life and the universe.
"I plead guilty to understand
animals more than people ..."
In the group of poems that names the book "Country intimate", the poem Confession declares a series of faults that are ultimately that makes the poet an authentic self and foreign all the vanities that appeal to ordinary mortals. Tell us about this worldview.
say that people born in the mountains of Santander have a great quality that can also be a defect: to be honest. Confession In the poem, and in others, only I take care of it, to be honest. Confession may be much larger, because there is more truth than not they say there, but that can be drawn about many others. I have to confess that this poem I snatched it from the bowels of the Venezuelan poet Rafael Cadenas, who has a fine article called Defeat. It happens that I had started writing Confession and had it in the drawer of aging, half-done, half finished. Defeat to find the poem I went immediately to my comp and managed to finalize it. This text personally because I love writing, and reading it before an audience, I feel relieved that I could hardly any medicine.
"Apart from vertebrate, mammal,
carnivorous bipedal humans
... is also a cruel and beautiful animal,
if not, tell my heart, poor
chest hidden under clothing, skin and frame bones,
entrenched dread my love
without mercy or consideration
me bared his body but not his soul ... "
Another Country intimate poem, which restates the quasi-normal to have in everyday life to refer to the deepest emotions is "Poem for my love is an animal." A goal of this text for you What is love? What is eroticism?
Love is not definable, the day you meet him, you find yourself, know what it is, and suffer, and enjoy, and suffer it again, one could say so much of love, which is better shut up. What I can say is that is one of the few human beings salvations. Without love would be miserable wretches. And unlike love, eroticism itself is can pursue and find. Aesthetically speaking, erotic art is spirit, and every time we should be erotic in every area of \u200b\u200blife, we need to be closer to the artistic nature. The eroticism is not necessarily rests on the unique beauty of the enjoyment of the bodies. Your universe is vast and unpredictable.
His love of great poets like Emily Dickinson and Edgar Lee Masters has manifested through knowledge of their works and the translation that has made them. What these writers seduces him?
Emily seduces me the mystery, the fact that he questioned life itself through his poetry, the certainty of having found means to explore from your little world the vastness of the universe and the existence perplexing. And Lee Masters I have glimpsed this sincerity that goes hand in hand with people of my land, for his poetry dazzled by the reality that he complaint through his work.
addition to these two poets, which other writers have set?
First of all, Homer. After Cervantes, Cavafy, Omar Khayyam, Virginia Woolf, Borges, Yourcenar, Eugenio Montejo ...
Tell us about your first book: Plural. Plural
is my first attempt at poetry. After fleeing from myself and of my land and my family, I the need to publish that first book. It was a need to take steps toward poetry safer. Unlike many artists, not dismissive of my first book and gave me the strength to an initial release and now see it as a valid stage of my life. I have full awareness that it compiles only, I designed it myself and not put him through a reading by an expert. What can save him poetically? Perhaps a third party, but for me at that time meant finding the path of my life.
A black sun to Antinous, his unpublished work is born How and why we need to finally meet her?
Actually I have two unpublished books, but let's talk "A black sun for Antinous." This book began to emerge after reading "Memoirs of Hadrian" by Marguerite Yourcenar. It was an unconscious process that later became aware. I did not want to submit it for publication because strangely is an unpublished book that haunts me, as it does with others. Throughout his almost forty poems speak three characters: the Emperor Hadrian, his favorite Antinous and the poet's voice. Poems are linked by the dialogue that is taking place between these three people, but in addition to the familiar story and novel by Yourcenar, the poems have a thread that is Time. This last element I discovered it slowly over the last few years I have made modifications that emphasize a little more this idea attracts me so much. And will come when editing.
cultural As manager you had the opportunity to create Santa Marta Poetry Open Water program. Remember this experience, its benefits and misfortunes ...
National Programme Offshore Poetry was my school of poetry, as well as experience the poetry of many poets, some 150 guests - had the good fortune of a dialogue with them once finished programs, and sometimes the dialogue lasted for several days in the middle of dinner and wine, for there were poets who would acolitábamos stay by the sea. I often say that the program became the graduate that I have always refused to do because it was so acquired knowledge, that was my school say that poetry is a telling fact and true. Program was a large, well designed and with a formidable public was also learning to enjoy the great poetry of all time, not only because we had the presence of the invited poets, also convocábamos missing word poets by reading us they did their work to the public. The Misfortunes always been economic, but these do not have the time to take stock literary, aesthetic bliss. Now that I have no agenda, I feel a great emptiness that I must learn to fill with something else. Along with cultural management also dabbled as an editor, came to complement work by the sea my high studies in poetry.
Why "by Exile Poets" What led to this name?
The answer is simple: to exile, because over there we go. Let the eternal exile. So I thought since I gave her name to the group that no longer exists.
About the previous question "is considered a poet in exile from his homeland? How do you see the department of Santander and its relation to literature and arts in general? Oddly
on the Caribbean coast have begun to include in studies and in some anthologies, but will always mark the poet does not belong to the land. I know the cluster of poets from the Caribbean coast recognizes the work I did for poetry and what they value very well. But another thing happens to me in Santander. Apart from some minor publications in newspapers (two or three), my poetry has been published in my apartment in a book. Therefore, I do feel exiled from my land, but essentially it was my childhood and adolescence, and may not leave the country girl who is the soul of each. A Santander I have always considered rough and tough to the art, but as I have more than two decades out of it, I feel I can speak with authority about what is happening now. In fact, I have fourteen years without peering at Bucaramanga.
What is your poetic statement?
Before and after the mystery of life, there, and will be something called Poetry.
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More about Hernán Vargascarreño
*** HERNAN VARGASCARREÑO AND POETS TO EXILE
http://juliocorreadiaz.wordpress.com/2007/01/ 13/hernan-vargascarreno-y-los-poetas-al-exilio /
http://juliocorreadiaz.wordpress.com/2007/01/ 13/hernan-vargascarreno-y-los-poetas-al-exilio /
*** ESTACIONPOETAS: Hernán poets wagon Vargascarreño
http://estacionpoetas.blogspot.com/2007/06/vagn-de-poetas-para-hernn-vargascarreo.html ***
http://estacionpoetas.blogspot.com/2007/06/vagn-de-poetas-para-hernn-vargascarreo.html ***
