Patras World Poetry Festival 2022

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PRESS RELEASE

5h “Patras World Poetry Festival”

“From Hippocrates to poetry therapy”

1 – 4/09/2022 PATRAS – ANCIENT OLYMPIA

 

 

Along with many other important international participations and a rich event programme, this year, the 5th “Patras World Poetry Festival” is going to be held between the 1 and 4 of September, in different cultural locations of Patras and not only.

After two years of online realization of the Festival, Patras is again glad to receive in person 65 important poets from 13 different countries, 20 among them, being poets from abroad. This year’s programme has in store many surprises for the participants and for the audience, with visits and poetry recitations in particular places and in alternative ways.

The subject area of PWPF2022 concerns the healing properties of art and especially of poetry and it is entitled “From Hippocrates to poetry therapy”, so the complete action programme was planned with the purpose of creating a back – to - back interaction of arts, poetry and psychology.

The events are going to take place in the mornings and in the evenings in different locations of Patras every time, such as the Epikentro Theatre, the Foundation of Hellenic Diaspora, Achaia Clauss Winery  and the Villa of Kolla, while the last recitation is going to take place in Ancient Olympia through an all – day excursion of experiential character. The programme includes further guided tours, food and wine tasting and activities of cultural tourism, in order for the visitors to obtain the best possible experience from our land!

Ιmportant guests participate at the events, among them ambassadors of collaborating countries, internationally renowned academics, belletrists and representatives of entities.

Special moments of the Festival are the tribute to the poet Titos Patrikios, the Round Table with the subject “Healing through Poetry”, the visit at the “Foundation of Hellenic Diaspora” with its art exhibitions from important emigrant Greek artists and the set to music poetry event, entitled “Like a Shiver...”, which is going to take place at the Honorable Evening of the Festival.

All the events are open for the audience with FREE entrance.

 

At the same time. The Festival converses with visual arts and hosts two visual and one photographical project.

  • Art Platform | Lagrange Points

In passing of the collaboration of the contemporary art gallery “Cube Gallery” and Liana Zoza as a curator, with Patras World Poetry Festival, the art platform “Lagrange Points” was created.

The idea came up simultaneously with the proposition for the presentation of the two on going art projects “Open Studio” and “Invisible cities”, during the Festival and under the common title “L3 point”, at the same time with the desire for the continuation of the creative meetings of all forms of art.

Even if the term is a loan from the mechanics of celestial bodies, which discusses the rules of equilibrium and affinity of their relationship and coexistence, it also works with the same equilibrium at the coexistence of different art forms.

 

  • Peny Delta poet portraits

During the Festival, the photographer Peny Delta is going to create the portraits of the participant at the Festival poets and poetesses, which are going to be used at the archive of the Poetry Office and in the related publishing of the Festival.

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The World Patras Poetry Festival is organized by the “Poetry Office” of Patras and the CultureBook (Culturebook.gr), with the support of Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Region of Western Greece, the Regional Union of Municipalities of Western Greece, the the University of Patras, the University of Western Macedonia, the Hellenic Open University, the Poetry Festival of Larnaka, the Embassy of Hungary, the Embassy of Czech Republic and the Athens Czech Center,  the Embassy of Poland, the Greek Library of London, the World Poetry Movement, the Epikentro Theatre, the Cube Gallery and other entities. It is under the evaluation of Ministry of Culture and Ministry of Tourism.

 

Patras World Poetry Festival forms one of the greatest literature institutions in Greece, the greatest of the Region, and has already stood out amongst the most estimable Festivals all over the world. Each year it receives important names of world literature and it offers an abundant programme of events, including poetry readings, presentations, meetings and cultural galas. Its vision is to promote the Greek literary creation globally and to popularize the capital of West Greece as a European literature center. Through its actions, it communicates with Chairs of Hellenic studies all over the world and it catalogues the recent poetry production.

 

*The organising of the Festival has a non-profitable character in every aspect and the participation of the people is costless.

 

CONCERT IDENTITY

POETRY SET TO MUSIC

“Like a Shiver...”

 

Like the way a note touches the word,

And oxygen life.

Music fights against verse, in a fight for love, man, society, existence, love, hate, passion and nature.

 

Participants:

Yorgos Georgiadis, Mandolin (evikoon melos)

Sani Peta, Mandolin (evikoon melos)

Yannis Anagnostopoulos, Guitar

Thomas Pallas, Guitar

Andreas Zafiropoulos, Piano

Themis Martekas, Percussion

 

Interpretation:

Hristos Konstantopoulos

Dora Mpeleri

 

Artistic curation

Yannis Anagnostopoulos

 

 

Orchestrations

Yannis Anagnostopoulos

Yorgos Georgiadis

 

 

PROGRAMME

5th PATRAS WORLD POETRY FESTIVAL

 

THURSDAY 1 SEPTEMBER 2022

20.00 // Theatre Epikentro+

Welcome Drink

1st Cycle of Poetic Readings

Presentation L3 point: on going art projects “Open Studio” & amp “Invisible Cities”

Dinner for the participants

 

FRIDAY 2 SEPTEMBER 2022

11.00 // Theatre Epikentro

2nd Cycle of Poetic Readings

Round Table on the subject “The Healing Properties of Poetry”

Free Programme – Knowing the City

 

19.00 // Winery Achaia Clauss

Guided tour at the Winecastle

3rd Cycle of Poetic Readings

Dinner for the participants

 

SATURDAY 3 SEPTEMBER 2022

11.00 // Foundation Greek Diaspora, Kastritsi

Guided Tour at the Exhibition of Greek artists of Diaspora

4th Cycle of Poetic Readings

Lunch for the participants

 

20.00 // Villa Kolla

Formal Ceremony

Greetings – speeches

5th Cycle of Poetic Readings

Honorable Evening for Titos Patrikios

Concert with Poetry set to Music “Like a Shiver...”

Official Reception at Achaia Clauss

 

SUNDAY 4 SEPTEMBER 2022

09.00-20.00 // Ancient Olympia

Excursion to Ancient Olympia

Guided Tour at the archaeological site

Visit of the Digital Museum 1821 – Krestena

15.00 // Lunch for the Participants

17.30 // 6th Cycle of Poetic Readings

 

The programme also includes:

 

- Tribute “meet the poets” from Culturebook.gr: presentation of the participants and diffusion in social networks

- Anthology of the Festival. Offspring of the organization and a literature consignment constitutes the collective trilingual Edition (and e- book) with the poems of the participants, in each one’s language, in Greek and in English.

- Art Platform | Lagrange Points / simultaneously with the presentation of the participants at the Culturebook.gr the art platform Lagrange Points is created

- Peny Delta poet portaits / During the Festival, the photographer Peny Delta is going to create the portraits of the participant poets and poetesses, which are also going to be used at the relevant publication of the Festival

 

 

PARTICIPANTS

 

ALBANIA     Alma Braja

BULGARY    Roman Kissiov, Nadya Radulova

ITALY            Matthias Tarantino

CZECH REPUBLIC Josef Hrdlička, Jan Škrob, Tim Postovit

CROATIAN   Marija Dejanović

CYPRUS        Eleni Artemiou-Fotiadou

HUNGARY    Weiner Sennyei Tibor, Izsó Zita, Bek Timur

NORTH MACEDONIA  Michailo Svidersky, Andrej Al Asadi, Gjoko Zdraveski

POLAND        Anna Adamowicz, Antonina Tosiek

SERBIA          Ana Marija Grbić

SLOVENIA    Petra Kolmancic

USA                Don Schofield

 

GREECE

Kyriaki-Koula Adaloglou, Giannis Alexandropoulos, Popi Aroniada, Anna Afentoulidou, Spyros L. Vrettos, Thanos Gogos, Yiannis Doukas, Lena Kallergi,, Dimitris Kalokiris , Kostas Kanavouris, Menelaos Karalis, Christos Katroutsos, Nikos Katsalidas, Giorgos Kozias,, Alexandros Kordas, Elsa Korneti, Dimitris Kosmopoulos, Giorgos Koutouvelas, Chloe Koutsoumpeli, Kostas A. Kremmydas, Triantafyllos H. Kotopoulos, Vasilis Ladas, Konstantinos Ch. Loukopoulos, Alexandra Bakonika, Theocharis Bikiropoulos, Konstantinos Bouras, Vasilis Pandis, Theofanis Papageorgiou, Sotirios Pastakas, Titos Patrikios, Aggeliki Pechlivani, Eleni Sigalou, Angeliki Sidira Papakosta, Antonis D. Skiathas, Yannis Stefanakis, Manos Stefanidis, Vangelis Tasiopoulos, John Tolias, Lina Fitili, Thanassis Hatzopoulos

 

 

 

Statement of Antonis Skiathas (President of the Poetry Office)

The Patras World Poetry Festival has created an international institution of literature that honors Greek letters, promotes Greek poetry and brings in contact Greek poets and poetesses with related poets and poetesses from all over the world.

Along its way, poets and poetesses from fifty countries have conversed at the Patras World Poetry Festival.

It is extremely important for all of us at the Poetry Office that the Festival is a matter of the whole town, as panhellenic, regional, local, institutions, businesses, citizens stand for the organising by every means.

The Ministry of Culture, the Region of Western Greece and the University of Patras are some of the institutions that support it.

The publishing that is been organized and the events at emblematic locations of the wider area like Achaia Clauss, the museum Diaspora, form the Festival’s identity.

At the same time, the synergism with cultural institutions and the connection of Poetry with other arts like music, visual arts, photography create all things that make the Festival unique.

 

Yiannis Doukas, Greece

Yiannis Doukas, Greece

Yiannis Doukas, Greece

The Poems

MY ATLANTIC STATΕ

    I said to him, Sea-Parrot,
navigator, up to the arctic you were going, poor you, transoceanic though you were,
your only egg is what you claimed. The rock, a wounded curtain – and would it want 
to be a chalk and make a croaky muffled sound upon the climbing. You'll cross the
waves and you will reach the heavens of the goat and the unchristened nest of 
childbirth.
     Because I walked up there myself and, right on the verge, I saw an acropolis.
And, seriously, I had nothing to do, I just produced the terrible respite of a prehistory,
sunshiny in the middle of a breath. My foot flies like a meaning to the west and gets
imprinted gasping and all-sweaty.
     The genus of the gorge, I whispered, in pride you walk and then you sink into 
the drop of foam. You lair in slits, my little nun, and dig your holes on slippery slopes. 
You will be coming back and looking for the mating of the year, you'll fly in circles in
the springtime on dried and ancestral land.
     And I was headed to the sea myself, leaving behind my roost – the verge before
migration. Because I had grown feathers and I would not come back for years, well-fed, 
full-grown already. And I went out one night, I showed myself, I walked in the 
beginning, faster, faster. I ran, but I would not take off. I reached the water and I paddled 
until dawn, without fatigue or lull. And off the coast, I wouldn't look for congregation
with my kind. I wanted to be absent.
     Bathed by the soil and the guarding master of your door, I remind him, while 
she is drying the grass inside the tunnels, she makes dust out of mud and into crumbles.
Oh, my Atlantic fossil, how much water do you need to hide?
     And me, how was I bent like that? How had I been the dimmest from so young
and did I wear the palest patches? Squalid fragile, inhaling dangers – and where to find 
my forty fish a day? And if I flirted with my beak and if I fell asleep upon the waters
and if I knew that we'd give birth to something weighing more than us and if we had to
spend whole weeks before our warmth became a crack, still I would sacrifice my flight, 
to be a swimmer. Still, I would compromise the plumage, to be pelagic and have my 
fingers in membranes.
     I said to him, Sea-Parrot,
     navigator, you always knew that there's no ending, that we'll forever keep on going
forward. From everything that has been said, from what the horizon insinuated, what
else have we been taught? The view to the world's far end, and what I happened to
relearn by talking to the cliffs.


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Η ΑΤΛΑΝΤΙΚΗ ΚΑΤΑΣΤΑΣΗ ΜΟΥ

     Θαλασσοψιττακέ, του είπα,
ποντοπόρε, πήγαινες ως την αρκτική, καημένε μου, κι αν υπερωκεάνιος, το μόνο σου 
αυγό διεκδικούσες. Αυλαία ο βράχος, πληγωμένη – και να 'θελε να γίνει κιμωλία, και να
'βγαζε απάνω στο σκαρφάλωμα πνιχτή βραχνή φωνή. Θα διασχίζεις τα κύματα, θα 
φτάνεις στον ουρανό του τράγου και στην αβάπτιστη φωλιά του τοκετού.
     Γιατί κι εγώ περπάτησα ως εκεί και είδα μιαν ακρόπολη στο χείλος. Και,
σοβαρά, δεν είχα τι να κάνω, ανέσυρα της μιας προϊστορίας τη φοβερή ανάπαυλα, 
ηλιόλουστος στο μέσο της ανάσας. Το πέλμα μου σαν νόημα πετά, μέχρι τα δυτικά, κι 
αποτυπώνεται ασθμαίνον κι ιδρωμένο.
     Το γένος της χαράδρας, του ψιθύρισα, να περπατάς καμαρωτό κι ύστερα να
βυθίζεσαι στη στάλα των αφρών. Φωλιάζεις σε σχισμές, μικρή μου καλογραία, και 
σκάβεις τα λαγούμια σου σ' ολισθηρές πλαγιές. Θα επιστρέφεις, θα ψάχνεις το 
ζευγάρωμα του χρόνου, θα ίπτασαι σε κύκλους και την άνοιξη στην ξηροτέρα γη και την 
πατροπαράδοτη.
     Όδευα προς τη θάλασσα κι εγώ, αφήνοντας την κούρνια μου – μεταίχμιο 
προτού ν' αποδημήσω. Ήταν που μόλις είχα πτερωθεί και δεν θα ξαναγύριζα για
χρόνια, καλοθρεμμένος και χορτάτος νεοσσός. Μια νύχτα βγήκα, φάνηκα, περπάτησα
γι' αρχή, όλο και πιο ταχέως. Έτρεξα, μα δεν ήθελα και ν' απογειωθώ. Έφτασα στο
νερό και, ως να ξημερώσει, έλαμνα δίχως κόπο και διάλειμμα. Μακριά από την ακτή,
δεν θα 'ψαχνα το είδος μου για να συναθροιστώ. Να λείπω ήθελα.
     Λουσμένος απ' το χώμα και κυρίαρχος της πόρτας σου φρουρός, του υπενθυμίζω,
ενώ εκείνη ξεραίνει το χορτάρι μες στις σήραγγες, τη λάσπη σκόνη θρύμματα να κάνει. 
Αχ, το ατλαντικό μου απολίθωμα, πόσο νερό χρειάζεσαι κρυψώνα;
     Κι εγώ, πώς έτσι κάμφθηκα; Πώς από νέος ήμουν πιο θαμπός, τα πιο χλωμά 
μπαλώματα φορούσα; Ο ρυπαρός ευάλωτος, εισπνέοντας κινδύνους – και πού να βρω 
σαράντα ψάρια την ημέρα; Κι αν ερωτοτροπούσα με το ράμφος μου, κι αν πάνω στο 
νερό αποκοιμιόμουν, κι αν γνώριζα πως θα γεννήσουμε αυτό που θα ζυγίζει ακόμη πιο
πολύ κι από το βάρος μας, κι αν έπρεπε βδομάδες να περάσουν, ώσπου να γίνει η όλη 
ζέστη μας ρωγμή, και πάλι θα θυσίαζα την πτήση, να 'μαι κολυμβητής. Και πάλι θα 
συμβίβαζα το πτέρωμα, να 'μαι πελαγικός, να 'ναι τα δάχτυλά μου σε μεμβράνες.
     Θαλασσοψιττακέ, του είπα,
ποντοπόρε, εσύ πάντα το γνώριζες ότι δεν έχει τέρμα, πως όλο περαιτέρω θα 
διαβαίνουμε. Απ' όσα διαμείφθηκαν εδώ κι απ' όσα υπαινίχθηκε ο ορίζοντας, τι άλλο
διδαχθήκαμε; Θέα στο άκρον άωτον του κόσμου κι ό,τι τυχόν ξανάμαθα, μιλώντας στα 
γκρεμνά.

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TO SPIN A YARN

Was it the nine nights of love,
until the birth of those
who, mouth of honeycomb,
will make a fool of you
and clench you with their thighs
and uncompelling truths?

Or was it those two mountains
in courtship with their eyes,
as every little pebble
oozed and hovered?
Or the assaulting Sky,
the thud of his descend upon the Earth?
He tells her, I'll have you

an accomplice to my force
and you'll intend to be
its only victim.
Or was it, damn him,
an oath-breaker,
dumbfounded, swaddled, breathless?
Our bodies' memory
which now unlearns the touch?
My art of dissonance,
a tickle of the Tartarus
my moon, I'll be the first
to land on you.

I warbled, I lost track,
I dared descriptions
and hid into the labyrinth
to hatch them.
I waited for the thread,
so long, in vain,
as if a single ball of spring
had not been left unburied.

Entangled, all alone and all-curled up,
discussing with my nape,
in every fold, I said,
your cheeks are reddened
by heat and want and shame.
Stay here and crouch;
from what you've written on the wall,
from what you've gathered in the sea,
from what you mean, we won't make any sense.


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ΚΟΥΒΑΡΙΑ

Να ήταν οι εννέα νύχτες έρωτα, όσο να γεννηθούν εκείνες που μπορούν ψέματα 
γλυκομίλητα να λένε, κερήθρες υπογλώσσιες, ή ν' αφηγούνται με ψέματα παρόμοιες
αλήθειες, να σε περιγελούν και να σε σφίγγουν απ' τους μηρούς ανάμεσα, στην
παρεγκεφαλίδα;
     Ή να 'ταν εκείνα τα βουνά που όλο γλυκοκοιτάζονταν κι ως και το χαλικάκι 
τους ζητούσε να στάξει στην αιώρηση; Ο γδούπος, μήπως, που ακουγόταν, καθώς ο 
Ουρανός έπαιρνε τον κατήφορο και, φτάνοντας στη Γη, χειροδικούσε σαν να της 
έλεγε στη βία μου θα γίνεις συνεργός και θα ποθήσεις μόνη να 'σαι το θύμα της;
     Να 'ταν, ανάθεμά τον, εκείνος ο επίορκος θεός, άναυδος και ανάπνευστος και 
χιλιοφασκιωμένος; Η μνήμη των σωμάτων μας που αγγίχτηκαν και τώρα έχουν 
ξεμάθει; Να ήταν η κακόφωνή μου τέχνη σαν παιδοκτόνος λαίμαργη, γαργάλημα που 
βγήκε από τα τάρταρα και σου 'πε φεγγάρι μου, εγώ θα σε πατήσω με την άκατο;
     Απ' τον πολύ κελαηδισμό, έχασα τη σειρά μου. Τόλμησα την περιγραφή και
μπήκα στον λαβύρινθο κρυμμένος, να 'χω να τα κλωσώ, να περιμένω τόσους αιώνες
μάταια το νήμα, λες κι όσοι δεν κεντούσαν, θάβανε τα κουβάρια τους βαθιά να μην τ' 
αγγίξει άλλος κανείς που πέρναγε απ' τον τόπο.
     Μπλεγμένος, μοναχός, περδουκλωμένος, μιλούσα με τον σβέρκο μου – τι του
'πα; Μινώταυρε, σε καθεμιά πτυχή τα μάγουλά σου ερυθριούν από τη ζέστη, την ντροπή 
και την ανάγκη. Εδώ μείνε και λούφαξε∙ απ' όσα θες να πεις, απ' όσα βλέπεις στον τοίχο
και το πέλαγο, εμείς, που ακούμε, δε θα βγάλουμε άκρη.


The Poet

Yiannis Doukas was born in Athens in 1981. He has studied philology and Digital Humanities. He was awarded his Ph.D. in Classics from NUI Galway. He has published the following books: The World as I Came and Found it (Kedros, 2001), Inner Borders (Polis, 2011, Diavazo journal Debut Poetry Collection Award), The Stendhal Syndrome (Polis, 2013, G. Athanas Award of the Academy of Athens), thebes memphis (Polis, 2020). Some of his poems have been included in anthologies and translated into eight languages. He has written the lyrics for two songs by Thanos Mikroutsikos, included in the album Stin Omihli ton Kairon (2017). He translates from English and collaborates with Greek print and digital literary magazines.

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Γεννήθηκε το 1981 στην Αθήνα. Έχει σπουδάσει φιλολογία και Ψηφιακές Ανθρωπιστικές Επιστήμες. Είναι διδάκτωρ κλασικής φιλολογίας του Πανεπιστημίου του Γκόλγουεϊ. Τα ώς τώρα βιβλία του: Ο κόσμος όπως ήρθα και τον βρήκα (Κέδρος, 2001), Στα μέσα σύνορα (Πόλις, 2011, βραβείο Πρωτοεμφανιζόμενου Ποιητή του περιοδικού Διαβάζω), Το σύνδρομο Σταντάλ (Πόλις, 2013, βραβείο Γ. Αθάνα της Ακαδημίας Αθηνών), η θήβα μέμφις (Πόλις, 2020). Ποιήματά του έχουν ανθολογηθεί και μεταφραστεί σε οκτώ γλώσσες. Δύο τραγούδια σε στίχους του έχουν συμπεριληφθεί στον δίσκο του Θάνου Μικρούτσικου Στην ομίχλη των καιρών (2017). Μεταφράζει από τα αγγλικά και δημοσιεύει κείμενά του σε ηλεκτρονικά και έντυπα μέσα.

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Roman Kissiov, Bulgaria
 

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