Patras World Poetry Festival

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DECEMBER 10th - 13th  2020 

We would like to inform you that due to the implementation of a new lockdown in our country and the increase in the number of coronavirus cases, the organizing and scientific committee of the “Jean Moréas International Awards” and the Patras International Poetry Festival postpones the date of the event on December, 10-13 of 2020.

Digital Event

The Patras World Poetry Festival 2020 this year is entitled "National Poets" and plans to host 60 poets from 15 different countries around the world.

This year the festival  be held online and virtually, as far as COVID-19 impact affects significantly the implementation of this event.

In the four-day online event there will be 6 meetings lasting up to 3 hours, where the guest poets will be presented with readings in 2 languages, via live connection. The events will be attended by invited representatives of institutions and the jury, while the program will include speeches, presentations, tributes, music, etc.

In addition, the following activities will take place within the schedule of the Festival events:

  • online Award of the annual Greek Poetry Awards "Jean Moréas" (Saturday December 12th)
  • Art Exhibition "National Poets" with the participation of 20 Greek artists and 10 artists from different countries (live and digital tour)
  • Collectible trilingual edition of the poems of the participants, in the first language of each artist, in Greek and English

The 3rd Patras World Poetry Festival 2020 is organized by the Poetry Fountation “Grafeion Poiiseos”, the literary website Culture Book (culturebook.gr) and the multicultural center Epikentro Plus History & Arts, while every year it is under the auspices of the Ministries of Culture and the Ministry of Tourism*. Supporters of the event are the Greek Library of London, the Cultural Center “Kostis Palamas”, the University of Western Macedonia, the Hellenic Open University and many other important institutions, as claimed under the Aegis of the President of the Hellenic Republic.

Awarding of Poetry Awards "Jean Moréas" for the year 2019

This annual event will be held digitally at one session of the PWPF Poetry Event 2020, with a presentation of the award-winning poets and recitations by them. This is the annual event during which the "Jean Moréas" Prizes are awarded for Greek poetic art and Greek poetic production in its entire range. They are recognizable nationwide and concern the poetry collections that were published throughout the previous calendar year from the year of the award. They refer both to young poets and newcomers and to those who are recognized with their poetic work along time.

The event is highly appreciated by the Greek literary and artistic circle of readers. In this year's event, in addition to the institutionalized awards, a very important foreign poet will be honored, who with his/her lifelong work honors the literature outside Greece.The Award Committee is composed of Greek University professors, as well as very important poets and poetry critics who will evaluate the work of the honorees.

Sincerely,

On behalf of the organizing committee.

Kotopoulos H. Triantafyllos, President of the “Patras World Poetry Festival”

Skiathas D. Antonis, President of the Poetry Fountation “Grafeion Poiiseos”

Alaniadi Maria, Event Manager of the “Patras World Poetry Festival”

Mai Văn Phấn, Vietnam

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Mai Văn Phấn, Vietnam

Bitter Potion

The Poems

Bitter Potion
(For Ngọc Trâm)

As fever is burning you on its pyre
I become ash too
The bitter potion cannot wait any more
Holding your hand
                              I pour
My grief into the empty bowl...

O' daughter! As the mist falls
My hardship arches across the cold night
For frail flowers
To give off scent needs bitter roots.

Sweat becomes callused hands
Spring pours into the medicine bowl
My old age weeps with mute tears
While truth bursts out for no reason.

I wonder what you eat in your dreams
I put the bowl on the window
When you grow up to my age now
At the bottom of the bowl
There may still be a storm.


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LA MEDICINA AMARGA
Para Ngọc Trâm

La fiebre te consume en la base del fuego
También podría ser yo la ceniza
La medicina amarga no puede esperar más
Tomo tu mano
Y la vierto
Dolorosamente dejo caer el recipiente con...

Mi hija. El rocío cae gota por gota
Exprimido de la noche fría y dura
Y los pétalos de flores delicadas
Anuncian los aromas gracias a las raíces

Las callosidades se forman de los sudores
Derramo la primavera en la taza amarga
Lágrimas de mi edad en silencio en silencio
La verdad llora sin rumbo fijo

¿Qué bebes en el sueño?
Dejo la taza en la ventana
Cuando seas grande como yo ahora
En el fondo de la taza aún habrá ciclones

(Traducción del vietnamita Phạm Long Quận)


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THUỐC ĐẮNG
(Cho Ngọc Trâm)

Cơn sốt thiêu con trên giàn lửa
Cha cũng có thể thành tro nữa
Thuốc đắng không chờ được rồi
Giữ tay con
Cha đổ
Ngậm ngùi thả lòng chén vơi...

Con ơi! Tí tách sương rơi
Nhọc nhằn vắt qua đêm lạnh
Và những cánh hoa mỏng mảnh
Đưa hương phải nhờ rễ cay.

Mồ hôi keo thành chai tay
Mùa xuân tràn vào chén đắng
Tuổi cha nước mắt lặng lặng
Sự thật khóc òa vu vơ.

Con đang ăn gì trong mơ
Cha để chén lên cửa sổ
Khi lớn bằng cha bây giờ
Đáy chén chắc còn bão tố.


* * * 


THE SONG OF HARVEST

Spreading quickly, overwhelming reclaimed virgin land
You drop one burst of wild flower after another
to whirl me up from the house with its small garden

The birds cut up immense space and leave lines of endless flight

My roots reach up to your verdant eyes
Every sprout sprays warmth to wet the bosom of earth
from the breathing that transforms the sky
from the empty sky that builds clouds up

The thatch eyes burn up the old crop
To change our vision and the vacant horizon
The earth accepts all burning cinders
The new season comes with self-confidence, grinding and wiping out all
The kiss is silent, radiating heat and boring into entrails of earth
touching underground veins swollen with old mysteries
The fertile earth fused with dawn offers up a face
with exuberant plants and trees in profusion

The seasons of resurrection are pregnant with ripe ears of paddy
The thunder bursts out in the palm seeds
The cycle of fresh alluvium embraces fibres of earth
You bow down and all of a sudden, the river rushes in.


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LOS CANTOS DE COSECHA

Se extiende veloz abrumadora la tierra roturada
Con cada inundación vertida salvaje salvaje
Me arrastra fuera de casa el pequeño jardín

El pájaro corta un inmenso espacio y traza una ruta infinita

Mis raíces llenan tus ojos y se ven exuberantes
Cada semilla pulveriza la calidez del suelo mojado
Hasta la respiración hace que el cielo no esté vacío
Y se abroga el derecho de crear las nubes

El ardor en los ojos quema la paja de arroz de la vieja estación
Cambia los horizontes de la mirada y el espacio mismo
La tierra recibe el residuo de lo quemado
Se confía en la nueva temporada que aplasta y suprime todo
Los besos el silencio despiden calor y horadan el suelo
La sobrecarga del circuito subterráneo antiguo lleno de cepa mística
La tierra fértil abraza la aurora naciente alzando el rostro
El aumento de la fertilidad de la hierba exuberante

En el ciclo de renacimiento germinan espigas doradas

Los truenos explotan en las manos seminales
Las fibras de aluvión rodean la tierra por cada esquina
Te agachaste un instante y el río llegó a la carrera

(Traducción del vietnamita Phạm Long Quận)


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BÀI HÁT MÙA MÀNG

Lan nhanh, choáng ngợp đất hoang vừa mở
Em đổ từng trận lũ dại cuồng
Cuốn xiết anh khỏi ngôi nhà có khu vườn bé nhỏ

Con chim cắt không gian rộng để lại đường bay bất tận

Cội rễ anh vươn mắt em nhìn tươi tốt
Từng hạt mầm phun hơi ấm lòng đất ướt
từ hơi thở làm bầu trời đổi khác
từ khoảng không được quyền kiến tạo đám mây

Mắt rạ rơm đốt thiêu mùa cũ
Đổi thay cách nhìn và khoảng trống chân trời
đất nhận cả những gì còn cháy dở
mùa mới về tự tin, nghiền nát và xóa hết
Nụ hôn nín thinh, tỏa nhiệt, khoan vào lòng đất
chạm những mạch ngầm ứ căng huyền bí thuở xưa
Đất mỡ màu quyện rạng đông dâng lên khuôn mặt
dâng lên cỏ cây phồn thực bời bời

Những mùa tái sinh trổ đòng chín rục
Sấm nổ vang trong lòng tay mầm hạt
Vòng phù sa tươi ròng ấp ôm thớ đất
Em cúi xuống và dòng sông ùa đến bất ngờ.


The Poet

Mai Văn Phấn was born 1955 in Ninh Bình, Vietnam. He has won a number of Vietnamese and international literary awards, including The Vietnam Writers' Association Award in 2010, The Cikada Literary Prize of Sweden in 2017, The Award of Serbian Academy of Sciences and Arts in 2019 and The Literary award from Association of Literary Translators of Montenegro in 2020, Three times won the Golden Pen Literature Award of Russian Federation, 2019, 2020 and 2021, The Award Aco Karamanov of North Macedonia in 2020, The medal Alisher Navoi of the Union of Writers and Historians of Central Asia in 2021,... He has published 16 poetry books and 1 book "Critiques - Essays" in Vietnam. 27 poetry books of his are published and released in foreign countries and on Amazon's book distribution network. Poems of Mai Văn Phấn are translated into 36 languages.

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