Beatriz Iriart: Poet of ostracism by viviana marcela Iriart, Buenos Aires in December 2010
Beatriz As a child he began to write poems with the same talent, also called a genius, with the writer now. Its theme was the same: death. Just leaving the teenager began to publish and win awards and citations in country, Argentina, and abroad. It quickly became a rising star who dazzled all in its path. His talent, coupled with her beauty, put the literary circles of power to his feet. Beatriz on her way to becoming a famous poet, working from age 14 to help his mother, to make a living from his poetry.
But the big publishers still elusive when a strange illness brought to the brink of death: Lupus. Beatriz received last rites and when everyone expected the death of the poet, the poet revived. No know that dialogue was at that meeting face to face with death, but the poet turned away forever from literary circles, left to publish, participate in contests, but never stopped writing.
Rising star became a lone warrior. He spent many years battling lupus, working in places infamous, suffering from lack of money prevented with a better treatment, living in rented apartments and most pensions in dark rooms. Passed by many universities, law, literature, philosophy, psychology, each learned what I wanted and did not stay nowhere. The disease was always with her removing everything from the hair to the view from the possibility of having children to walk, sunbathe (mortal enemy) to eat what I wanted, but she never gave up. And I always gave him a chance to love but to love him the same thing happened with the money: when I thought it was good, turned out to be false. However, Beatrice loved and was loved. He lived intensely in the midst of the war to save his life was his day to day.
After a decade Beatriz won the Lupus and was cured of a disease considered chronic. Beatriz won and it was full, with no traces or consequences of the disease, perhaps because that was not his first battle and his first encounter with death. Accompanied death from adolescence when he was their permanent guest, a shadow lover who would not leave for more posturing to make him the poet. The death trying to drag her at 15, at 16, at 18 ... Death.
And the poet continued to write with a genius such that when a few years ago decided to published in Europe and the United States compared to Sylvia Plath, Goethe , Pizarnik, Novalis.
ignored in her country and she does not mind, is far from literary circles.
Beatriz Iriart Hopefully not the same thing happens with Pizarnki Alejandra, who suffered the indifference of the big publishers and had to work hard to survive. Alejandra dead became big business editorial: produce big dividends.
Ojala that publishers do not do the same with Beatriz Iriart it will lose out: the poet is thought to live at least 200 years. Publishing, of course.
DECREE
When parts
cypress
not cry over your grave
because there will be grave
only memories.
© Beatriz Iriart
This year you changed your name, you left the Lopez Osornio with whom you know and adopt the "Iriart" Why?
is a late tribute to my mom that I owe him my introduction to the world of art and culture, holding his hand like a game, when he started walking.
When did you start writing?
in the primary. Wrote compositions that always won congratulations and awards from the teachers and the school. My first poem I wrote one day mom, I was about 10 years, told me that I behaved so badly as Pepita La Pistolera ". I did not know who was that person but I wrote my first poem of that name.
Does your mother read it?
not remember, I think not, and the "poem" was lost. From that moment, without being aware of it, writing poems became part of my everyday life.
Does your poems we read today that you wrote as a child?
Yes Decree is a poem I wrote at 11 or 12 years.
Did someone gave it to read?
No, just the end of my teens start to show my poems when I related to the underground culture movement, whose magazines published for the first time I was 19 or so. ;
When you published your first book and what was his name?
Perspectives and published independently in 1977. It was a small book, very sober, which was very well received by the media. I became a poet of worship in my city, they said that my poetry was unlike anyone else's. But despite the good reception, publishers have always been elusive until today: I have three books published and all three are separate issues.
Was there a poet, a man or woman who influenced you?
No. As a child he read poetry at school compulsory, but if it was a great reader of legends and stories, it was not poetry. I admire two or three poets, but I do not have influenced me and never wanted to write like them: Julio Cortázar, better known as writer and poet, I love everything Sylvia Plath and Pizarnik.
It's funny because in the preface of your last book, "The Death wants ...", the Chilean-American professor Sonia M. Martin compare you to both poets.
Yes, I was much struck when I read it, because I never felt that my poetry seems to them ... they are sublime! So I got this appreciation of Professor Martin with much gratitude, and as a great distinction to which I have to honor him.
The poems you wrote in your teens have a depth that gives you only have lived long. Where do you dragged them out that depth?
The drew from life, life that I never showed her face more beautiful. My childhood and youth were a nightmare from which I can not wake up yet.
Why?
My life was very difficult as a child, there was much love from my mother, but little joy, although it sounds contradictory. At age 10 I was already an old woman. Writing poetry was a way to transmute the pain. And if my poetry today is as painful as it was then, this is because my pain was and is so loyal that by decree of life will not leave me
Do you write because your life is tough?
No. I believe that the path was already marked. I write poetry because it just comes, comes, ever I think about why.
Did not you get the influence of the '70s when deified tragic poets of life, suicide?
Not at all. I read Cortazar, and he not only alive but was far from being a "damned poet." And when I got involved with the underground culture movement found that there was a hymn to life, not death.
striking that your poetry does not reflect anything in your life.
No, my poetry is independent of my life, do not ask me why because I do not know. When I write I feel a bridge between life and death.
Do you feel that poetry saved you from so much pain?
Yes, now I feel I saved and saved me the pain, not before.
Why did you turn away from literary circles?
abandoned all because I felt like these horses are well cared for but locked up and I needed to come outside. I felt I needed to be alone and sought the company of other poets alone, in the sense not belonging to any literary, like me.
Do not you miss the early hit "celebrity"?
Look, years taught me that this is the game I was in luck.
Do not you hate that publishers in your country does not get published?
No. Just wait. I know the day will come when I give the kiss zephyr fleeting recognition.
Besides "wait", do you call at the doors of publishers?
No.
you not interested in publishing?
No. I believe in destiny and I believe in the day light my poems found in many parts ... maybe I'm gone, but I know it's going to happen.
You do not mind that you will not be?
No. Because I do not write to enjoy or to have recognized me. I write because I can not quit. I know it is preordained that my poetry is known, when, is irrelevant.
Do not you think sometimes the destination you have to help?
No.
Do you take comfort in the recognition abroad of indifference you get in Argentina?
Phagocyte, I welcome and thank the gods that my poetry has crossed borders.
Do you live in your poetry?
No.
job at age 14, because although my mother works more than twelve hours a day, the money he earned was not enough to pay rent for the house and raise us to my two sisters and me. Getting money to live was always a very difficult task, went from selling used trade to public secretary of state prosecutor and a clinic, becoming a caregiver for the terminally ill. Poetry has never given me to live but I am alive because I write.
"work and study at the same time?
No. I studied a year and had to leave. After high school was a pending matter in my life, I felt very bad because the society was very cruel, I was marginalized, but at age 30, studying at night and taking two jobs, I graduated with honors. And the greatest honor was having graduate even though I got sick lupus and I almost died several times.
Are you still finding it hard to get "bread each day of yours?
( Laughs) Yes I live very, very sternly. I retired from the disease before age 40 and my pension is minimal. But I got used. Lack of money does not prevent fully enjoy each day as if it were a millionaire.
What do you expect from life now?
I still mindful of the mandates of Thanatos, Gnomes, Sylphs, Anubis, Salamander, Dryad and Ondinas that mark the path I walk.
Beatriz, thank you very much for the interview. I hope you will soon discover a large publisher and have success, and money you deserve.
Thank you, so be it.
© viviana marcela Iriart
City Bell, December 2010
Photo: artist's work came Morais, Angola 2010.
Beatriz Iriart .
born in autumn in La Plata. Argentina. member American Society of Writers and California Chapter International Internet (SELC and CII), California, USA.
Awards and (some):
SADE (Sociedad Argentina de Escritores), Argentina.
SEP (Society of Writers of the Province of Buenos Aires), Argentina.
Magazine Marie Claire, Mexico.
Hall Almafuerte, La Plata, Argentina.
Modern Library, La Plata, Argentina.
Magazine Magazine, La Plata. Argentina.
Books:
" Perspectives" (1977)
"Five Collage" (1981)
"Death wants ... "(2003)
His work is published in English and Portuguese in several countries and in various anthologies in your country and abroad.
Poems on video:
