2000 and was brought under his arm Dialogue with Ovid, published in Aldus. Gonzalo Rojas said then that the poet writes what he does not know and that he recounted from his own circumstances in order to make poetry a comeback.
"If I write from a table and dive into the imaginative way, are other levels. It is not the immediate experience, but the level of abstraction: I'm thinking, of course, but there is a degree of reflection, critical insights" . TS Eliot wrote
from this level, as Valéry, said in an interview that year in a City hotel. However, Rojas, stature, balding, with thick lips and deep voice, he explained that he liked most from a level that would involve into invisibility, the enigma.
"You write what you do not know and do not speak on behalf of any religious or magical thinking, but this dark, secret thought to be coming from the deepest subconscious," he said, sitting at a table took off his beret feature.
"I'm giving you a very all-encompassing answer, but I want to see things well," he said kindly.
Born in 1917, Gonzalo was about 83 and then asked if at that point yet heard the lightning initiation poetic, this in reference to the beginning of his romance with the word. Both are excited about the poet Lebu port that evoked the original story.
"This time I was less than six years and was a tronadera over my poor little house of glass and sticks that had been my father and his orphans, my mother accompanied us. While correteábamos and played eight children in a like galleries, between glass and rain, one of my brothers, who became a doctor and he died recently and looked like space of time. He said: 're-pl-pa-go'. And I, with my head as a child heard, in my little ear was the buzz word in the mind: 'Re-pl-pa-go'.
"This word is worth more than all this story of life. He repeated the word as he felt the cuetería and see him in heaven, on and off. This gave me the vibe, ephemeral, and the wonder of life . Then came the poetry. "
- then appear in Lightning.
"Now, this has to do solely with my limited animal head. This is as old as the world. If you read the Eastern poets, which said the Babylonians, they are always talking about the moment. Gaston Bachelard, a whom I had the pleasure of meeting and invite Chile, once said: 'instant stop, you're so beautiful '. Of course, because the moment was not instant, the moment is anyone's me. That is why I consider it a metaphysical poet physiological. The moment is like an orgasm, a beauty, as the expansion of life, unique and diverse, it is also fleeting.
"However, regarding your question, I must be honest: no. I have not heard again."
More than 10 years after that conversation and two months after suffering a stroke, on 25 April, the poet, was hidden in the National Museum of Fine Arts in his beloved Chile, with its iconic beret on the coffin.
freest
* Seven years
after that meeting, 2000, in another talk in Monterrey, the poet kept talking about origins. He said then that nobody knows what exactly is the imagination nor the psychologists or psychiatrists or the "champions of the scientific ropes."
"However, the poets we work imaginative play as children, the insane. I can prove it from my own practice, from early childhood until the time my immediate!".
The poet, who had won all the awards: Reina Sofia Ibero-American Poetry, Nacional de Chile and Cervantes, breathing difficulty, which did not dent his imagination, he argued.
"It's the same grind," he smiled. "I know I'm not in childhood or in youth or in the reniñez at all, but I work imaginative play with the same liveliness and almost the same oil from the old days."
- Why does it say that imagination is itself of poets, children and lunatics?
"Because, how would you say?, Imagination is the negation of drying, the drying that has to do with correctness, decorum, good manners. The guy who bet to see the world does uninhibitedly, and parents and schools are responsible for snipping the germinal thought, which is lively, dynamic, fearless. "
- You said that poets are up to five years.
"I believe in that, maybe even seven. There is almost everything when we are in full play of being, to see the free world, absolutely free, albeit in fits and starts, like when I was a stutterer. Children are great uninhibited , do not walk with the fear of fear, which is the horror to the world. I've never seen so many people more afraid to call fear, with that kind of closure, as Huidobro said, 'beaten dog mentality'.
"I see a lot fear, which paralyzes the game not only to think but to walk, to breathe. Fear of money or, as I said Pound, 'the world is with interest', we are in the trap without stopping. To a large extent this prevents us from being, freshness, fire, grace even! The recklessness, the spark. "
The author of the poems Dark, Lightning, The Misery of Man and Buzz said that one way to end this was that parents pass on to their children disinhibition, recklessness, but without excess .
- How to preserve the breath first, five years, to remain all poets?
"I was a contradictory kind, you know, who knew it was not important, how would you ?, who knew that nothing was to much. This this mine is no big deal since childhood. So I think the only way to preserve what is just laughing mockingly. I believe in humor, that's who dares even in the darkest times and dares to challenge ".
- Poetry heals the fear.
" I do not know, I could not say. I know that contributes to a kind of freedom. I think the three chords of the true self is imagination, crazy love, uninhibited, beautiful, and freedom. They are key players. The child yourself you can stop, punish, but is available for free, is free, and the babies developed based on this view, to play the game of freedom ".
Gonzalo pauses, calls a" Segundino "to review your case." Over here, over here, over here ....", whispers while looking for something that will serve you for your response "from time the word ".
" Wait, wait, wait ...", asked. "Do not be impatient, another mortal enemy ... He who is not paying do not understand anything. "
is a lentiform, he said, is delayed, hence that is not to" the pressing, the hurried, poor fools. "
" I do not understand that I have the hallmark of a hurry , call it success, wealth, money, time, or call it glory. None of that ".
At last he finds the poem, written in Flight Santiago-Ciudad de Mexico: Coffin & More Coffin, pierced by beautiful irony.
"The irony healthy, you know? Ask you to Quevedo, Cervantes," he says and you read: "I confess I have been riding coffin, / have lived all these years as a horse, / to sleep standing the edge of the 90 / and now in the last neighing of love you have / nosed three / or four equas sly miserable, quarrelsome, showy / rather loin and rump, back in the paddock in front of / the sea / with whole gale , / I accuse myself of having grazed scraps silicone / instead of grass, / to accuse me of hunger caterpillar (...)
Interrupts reading, leave the leaves on one side, the lens is removed.
"I lived in poetry, you know, I took poetry as life and not just me, the romantic, too."
- Are there costs?
"Well, of course, in the background when you take on life and poetry as poetry life as you charge the account, because it appears as the maverick of the standard pattern of use. I appear as a pretty restless" .
- Do you like?
"Go with me, not entirely.'m Calm restless without playing with words, ie if one side with this imaginative dominated by incessant am this kind of heterodoxy, on the other hand, without falling into the regulations'm frugal, sober. Bores me uneasy by the unrest, I think otherwise absurd rhetoric and look and notice and there are poets who do that and you can tell the hand. A poet should never be noticed his hand. "
- Dissident," suggest to young people to live poetically?
"I do not know well, I think so. I would say use your imagination, be free, libérrimos! Do not be afraid of anything, and this is not advice, it is healthy warning: be yourself, dare to be just! ".
* MOMENTS
The meeting of 2000 Gonzalo spoke of the name he gave himself: a poet family, as both reached the break with certain literary traditions.
"There is a craze in Latin American countries, from Mexico down, that poetry has to be tied to the natural, what is healthy. This is because the primary trauma of nature we feel that everyone in given time. And what do I call this primary trauma? Well, this tie to the land, this area has infinite ocean Andean and that is America. Then, one writes with such strong attraction to the elements, and in this I acknowledge elemental sense, but in other ways. With family, for example.
"Why?" Because I like to know how the game of the parents, but not the blood level, it is boredom, a can. There are two lineages for at least two bloodlines: the kindred blood which some cases not even remember, and the kindred of the imagination, which is where we come from the poets. In this sense I can tell you that there is no original poets, get it on the head. None. All we join in the great chorus of others, with others, along with others. The only thing I do is go back to Ovid: I get off the horse, descended from the trap of arrogance and I am a great poet very unique. Remember, all part of the great chorus. All ".
- Do you think his work has been to a rating higher than Julio Cortazar gave him 68 in Havana," rescue poet?
"(Laughs) When I presented this time in July in Havana he and I believed deeply in the obsession of freedom or cultural autonomy could proceed from a mere political project. When he introduces me to the public, I called 'rescue poet' because-textual-I returned to poetry so much that he had been removed.
"Over time I have established that he was concerned that there rhythmicity in my poetic exercise, I think, since I did not pulled the body of things, because at that time there were poets, especially in the avant-garde, very literate, so boring, all they did dificilillo, oscurillo, confusillo to this degree that he was excited for me to write dynamically on the same things at the same time maintain what is called rhythm, and I have discovered that rate, for example, which comes in the poem "air, an air an air / air, a new air / no breathing, but to live it. "
"A mean rate of diastole, and the poets of today have no idea what is the syllable. Know of computing, for the secret and tricky computer, but know nothing of what is the wonder of the syllable. Children, although apparently know nothing, have the ability to feel the vibration of the phoneme, the vowel and the syllable (prolongs the sound of the letter i), and listen as wheezing, and babbling. I think this was what captivated Cortázar, because when I spoke to him I felt, I sensed that I was a boy who walked like babbling to the world. Not wrong. "
- I can not let this conversation the topic of the exile. It is so inherent in you, your life.
" I've been thinking with an obsession and frequency are no longer exiles that setbacks in life. Another thing is to kill you, cruel world that you and you are bloody ruined. How do you mourn for having lived 15 years outside my country, if other people, who wanted so much and were of greatest stature in their ideas, thought and action that I, yes those were they killed? How do I mourn for my exile if they were infinitely more than me?
"Yes, I lived in exile, I was with the letter L in my pasaportito, no country and therefore I was a stateless person. But it means a lot. However, so I had to make a living in various places, eg East Germany, where he was a horror because I lived in a place of fear-Rostock what a name. There I met that state socialism was inside and I realized that dream was to give a thing of horror that the people called the police.
"At first I was amused, of course, with those gentlemen who had invited me to work at a university in which I was never given class, and yes, in light of alcohol, those men spoke briskly, Marxist dreams, but within the spirit and skin were seen, they sniff the Nazis. The poor things were not to blame, they were raised in the Hitler Youth. What could be done. "
- You said you were at risk of disappearing, but that God forbid.
"It's true. There is a dirty phrase in my country, I guess I understand it here because in Mexico everything is understood. It says, 'to this there is no getting around it." Turn it is to kill you, turn down, head. This is what I came hear for the first time when I organized the talks with the writers of America and the world in my country, where he spoke of the cultural and social autonomy, not only my country but throughout the continent, because I was born in Chile but I feel all the paragraphs of the world, although mainly in Latin America. I can tell you that I suffered, yes, I suffered persecution, like many others, yes. But I'm alive. "
- Do you consider yourself religious?
" I am religious in the sense that everything is contrived, that must discover the long relationship of things. The word religion comes from religare, which means re-tie, tie back to what seems to be dispersed. I believe I am given the giver, because I am convinced that what I have do not deserve it: the word, but I was given.
"The Giver, if you will, is God."
- A port in his poetry is often women. What similarities could exist between women and the moment, the ephemeral?
"Woman is the epicenter of all and yes there is what is called fascination, charm animal. Of thought, it seems that it is the axis. It is said that God took the rib from Adam to women. That's boring. Would not it be reversed? Woman Gives Birth and light is the center of the world. It is a woman who engenders the nine muses, is the memory itself: Mnemosyne, who lived on Mount Helicon with Zeus. The Muses, divine and inspiring singers of all arts and sciences: Calliope in epic poetry, Clio in history, Polyhymnia in pantomime, poetry and dance Terpsichore, Euterpe in music, in poetry Erato, Melpomene tragedy, Thalia, in comedy and Urania astronomy.
"I say this so that the woman is the epicenter of all, safe from the poor creature be human, ground water, little water is the amniotic where we walk for nine months and die for them. Of course, there will be homosexual love, but that It is different, though possible, but it happens that the magnetization that women exercise in animals is a thing called mascula foundation. The woman, in my case, is the world, is the soul and is the absolute reality, but I do not know Who is the woman. "
- This is also said by Hilda, his wife.
"Partly yes, and I'm telling you what you said to the woman and the moment. She was a good mate mine. Look, I've had two companions: one, the mother of my eldest son, a man of 55 who is neurologist and psychiatrist, and has a clinic in Bonn. His mother is English and lives still love her. He lives in Spain, near Alicante, and the hazards that occur in life we \u200b\u200blet go without letting go. So, awkwardly.
"Then I met another woman or she found me, Hilda, because they are bandits, you know that they are the ones that choose you (smiles). With it shared 30 years of my life was a great woman, but she died a few years ago. Finally. There is much truth in what you say about the ephemeral in women. Perhaps life is fleeting, indeed. But, love ... takes so little, so the moment is done. "
- You launched the world famous question: what is love when you love?" You know already?
"No, definitely still do not know. And incidentally, I do not like cheating and here reaffirm that I am a family poet, is that the idea of \u200b\u200bthis verse comes from Plotinus. But not with these words, but the idea is the same. Anyway. Do you love when love is of the doubt. Love itself is so enigmatic. We return to the enigma. Love is as lightning ... life itself, everything is so lightning, everything feels so mine. Love us argues with us, as life itself. But it is mystery, it still is. "
- And what was reality?, To paraphrase what you said, referring to Octavio Paz. You really lived can be just a blink in history?
"Blinking is also lightning. Yes That came about because, on seeing the coffin to Octavio, as neat as they usually fix the dead, came to my mind the image of Peace as a boy, because we are all to the end some boys-and especially passion Octavio by history. Not being a historian, he understood perfectly, interpreted it.
"Also I saw that boy of 84 years, 'just look at what we have to stop. " Total: indeed we are a blink in history, that's what we are. We do not have to brag, but why not mourn. "
* SPEAK ALONE
extraordinary poet, Gonzalo reunites the reader with voices left on the road, early notions, sensuality and searches that are so puzzling, until you did deny himself.
A year before he was seen recently in Monterrey in 2007, the Chilean came to Guadalajara to seduce especially young hearts. "Imagine", said at the time, "I am an old infinity. I have done over the account and I have yet to be done. One of them is to talk to young people, I love it, learn from them, nothing more. "
In the capital
Ochoa, Gonzalo was defined as an unfinished book,
" A book slightly camouflaged behind another 25 or 30 I think ; volumes that are fast masks of the same, people of the same person. I have not made any progress since he was 6 years old when I saw lightning and heard it, and I will not run again, please, that history. Maybe I will read papers, papers from here, papers there. "
The old father of Latin American poetry then brought under his arm Triptych Hum, composed What Love When Love It?, Mariposa Requiem and The Silence, beautiful edition published by Fondo de Cultura Economica.
"The three books comprise the very vision of mine, the same I had as a boy, because, said in confidence, I have not made progress in moving or changing. I have not progressed much or just have not progressed at all since The Poverty of Man, my first book.
"And that first book is perhaps the only book that was given to me write," he said. "It's so close to the gorge of emptiness. Everything is there and remains in that book (The Misery of Man): the choking breath, the naturalness, the swing pendulum of the very open to the cryptic, skinning, tone, ambiguity. "
Far from the end, and in Monterrey in 2007 Gonzalo spoke of his poetic life and how the continuing vitality had been favorable at all.
"Thanks to that I could be even up to the teacher I was. I have grown, do not deny, that imagination is rather romantic air, the great German romanticism of the late 18 and the greening of Romanticism in French symbolism and surrealism, contemporary 20 th century dates only.
"This has given me and it seems paradoxical, but is real and largely responds to a dimension my soul is able to look back and forward at the same time, always. Hence, what came next: my poetic exercise, on the one hand it refers to as classified, even cryptic by the fact that very little full. Horror is the outpouring of expression, the nonsense that abounds letters, 'farrago', as I said Reyes, the mortal enemy of the writer and thinker ".
- You never have labeled crazy for putting this on vision double?
"No, look, I recommend that you live well. What do you suggest? Men over 60 learn to speak alone, talk alone is very good, looks like a folly, but Who do you talk when you're not with someone? With you, with table, chair, with the eye, with any sense. "
- Is not that a sad image?
" No, dear child, no. You're thinking maybe the limit of our senses. "
- How to live these years?
" amusingly. I loved it! I was delighted with a rare charm as that of those countrymen rather humble, I mean no money or things. Live and share. I have no grudges, for one, never had, and of course I have them I have no envy.
"Breathing it is an achievement. I have something, a small torment, but has not bothered me: pulmonary fibrosis. For a year and a half I like all the air I need, but health is good, important, like having the vibrancy and commitment to live poetically, dazzle them even do not know things that are outlandish. It's the idea.
"The nature of the poetic word is mysterious and dark. You the can clarify, but if you play or do you think poetry can do in an economic warning or reformist daily El Mercurio de Santiago impossible!
" The word has to be pregnant with meaning, ultrasentido.
Coffin Coffin & More
I confess my coffin being horse
have lived all these years as a horse, sleeping
standing at the edge of the 90
and now in the last neighing love having three
nosed
or sly equas four miserable, quarrelsome, showy rather
back and rump, back in the paddocks to the sea front
with all the gale,
accuse me of having grazed
silicone scraps instead of grass,
by accusing me hungry caterpillar.
had no wife or woman petal, which had
were some big books of those who read Baudelaire,
but who reads books
today?, what Bucephalus, which reads horse books,
what time between TV and other TV and nausea? Accuse me of vanity
celebrity and an awards
the ingenuity that rot
not give
imagination.
Imago is more than butterfly,
my coffin is not it?
quantum
is love and no-legged race at the racetrack for Speeding
they are, asthma, asthma ravine, broke that
going to explode and I can not more the pit of breath, I
breathless across the air, pulmonary fibrosis
caught me this time in the clinic is not my forte
you
know plenty of my coffin
better
the same Einstein asks all
summit galaxy, rhythm, and not have to be Pindar
or Whitman,
man should be.
I was 5, I have no 5, no
'm pathetic, pathetic empavorece I, I measure
this table, how
measured this table, how raulí measured this table? There was a
Once a table above it
nothing, all in Santiago
Recoleta down in the sun where the poor live, rough
table as the reality and you shut Rimbaud and
was that table as the house dark, someone I have to
have been entered and fired
I ran the knife
as one throws the brain into the sea
this liturgical knife whose blade is
and handle missing as
Lichtenberg, but shot
cuchillín, cuchillón as a poison and musical arponazo
against the dry teats
tables until they bleed the bark as a violation
gemidora
to tell the world once. If
trembles trembling thought I possessed, if
strip beyond the edge to the tip flexible
and dance is the dancer that bleeds, writing
enter me,
if not, goodbye
enchantment.
Well, how ugly all corner silicone shroud
Revelation what you mean?,
surfeit of John of Patmos, hair what it will mean very fine hairs
woman's uterus a millimeter? In
ahí sale uno
en cuanto nacedor porque uno es eso y nada más, un
nacedor. Cuídenla: qué bonita palabra nacedor y
tan sin énfasis. Eso no más hay que ser: nacedor
y no Hacedor, déjale eso al Dios.
Todo lo que sabemos es eso, que nacemos.
A ver tú, paisano mío, hijo de Catalina, Emili o Emilián,
como te digo yo, bisnieto mío
Rojas Hauser nacido ayer en Köln, Deutschland,
según ese mail ¿qué es por último
nacer?
Otra cosa: la primera que murió
fue Celia la madre
and before the miner father, long before what will become of those?:
"walk over the bridge, the planks threatening
over that river?, what
huge river that river
ronco that gets as the horse of Alexander
at sea, these two
are one at a time, ocean and river coal
until a hack eerily
the wind, the gale!, bull
as saying the girls from the coast beyond
by the twentieth, this one
it was swell. Hence I come from there
I have to be coming yet.
is that you can not talk without appearing
the dead children say:
the "Egyptian"!, For children all the dead are Egyptians
bandage,
all kin. A horse-
me I like Lautaro who stole the horses invader invader
what if we are all invaders on the planet?
but stole it and rode bareback
that's what I like best: hair who walked in the testes
always hard and not hurt
and won every battle until it was eaten and killed in Licantén
which gave birth to the Rokha
plus
raining for more than four, it's raining,
then what will my coffin
to clears?
The other day I went in Chihuahua. Who has not gone to Chihuahua
has not gone to the stars, Naiden reempuje to Naida and there
Tarahumara live. Darius was chorotega
but first place was Tarahumara, if not out Tarahumara
would not Darius, Vallejo as: mestizo
outside, inside Tarahumara, the
Rulfo
needless to say, the Mistral, the
Huidobro, the two Pauls down here, myself
not go further and Renata, my gold Renata gave me
keys
abyss of beauty and ever loved me, now that
loved me, I
skinned, now that he loved me, man.
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