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”

Nama Abdelrazig K. Abdalla, Libya

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Nama Abdelrazig K. Abdalla, Libya

The Poems

The Country's Womb 

A tear on the country's cheek
Is not enough
For it doesn't grow fear in a heart
Cured with salt
And dried with tanoor's* heat
Like soft bread.

For it doesn't wipe a tattoo off
The forehead of an old woman
Who spends the night praising god
On a prayer rug
That perished on its way to god.

For it doesn't heal a scar on the cheek of a woman
Who lost her face in her tribe's pocket
Yet she rescued it from their dry howling
By grabbing it with her painted nails.

For it doesn't run behind the giggles of a child
On his father's funeral
Trying to catch him, but fail
As the father's running to his own death.

For it doesn't wash off a birthmark
That lays underneath the breast of a girl
Who eats poetry from war's shoulder
And spits it into the cities' stomachs
Until they become full.

For it doesn't flood a sidewalk
Punctured with military footsteps
Till it no longer remembers
The sounds and dances of anklets.

For it doesn't quenches a baby's thirst
Whose mother's breast was chewed by cancer
And whose father's limbs were harvested by mines.

A blood drop from the country's womb
Is not enough
For it doesn't squeezes the country's breast
Until all bad blood flows out.

For it doesn't give birth to a martyr
With no name that turns to him
When his everlasting silence arrives.

For it doesn't aborts a fetus
Barely clinging
By virtue of grandmothers' prayers
And the rituals of marabouts*.

It doesn't forbid praying in mosques
It doesn't nullify one's fasting
It doesn't deprive a man from desiring women,
Nor does it stain history books
And the Harabi charter*

A blood drop from the country's womb
Is not enough for me
To deflower the meaning
Of a script like this one
A tear on the country's cheek
Is not enough for me
To cry through one poem
And become a real poet

(Translated by Safa Hossen)

*Tanoor: is a cylindrical clay oven placed vertically used for baking bread.
*Marabouts: are wandering holy men who survive on alms. They are Sufi guides or leaders of religious communities.
*Harabi charter: in 1946, Libyans adopted the Harabi charter in which they put their past differences and allowed the country to move towards independence and consensus based on a shared national vision.

من رحم البلاد

دمعة على خد البلاد
لا تكفي
لا تنبت الخوف في قلب
قدده الملح
وجففته لفحة التنور مثل رغيف رطب



لا تمسح وشماً على جبين عجوز
تعقد تسابيح الليل
على طرف سجادة
بادت في طريقها إلى الله

لا تسد ندباً على خد امرأة
فقدت وجهها في جيب القبيلة
فانتشلته بأظافرها الملونة
من عواءهم الجاف

لا تركض خلف ضحكات طفل
في عزاء أبيه
فشلت في اللحاق به
وهو يهرّول إلى موته

لا تغسل شامة عالقة
تحت نهد فتاة
تأكل الشعر من كتف الحرب
وتبصقه في معدة المدن
حتى تشبع

لا تغرق رصيفاً
ثقبت ذاكرته أحذية العساكر
فما عاد يَذكر
موسيقى الخلاخيل ورقصها

لا تروى عطش رضيع
قضم السرطان ثدي أمه
وقطفت الألغام أطراف أبيه

قطرة دم من رحم البلاد
لا تكفي
لا تعصر صدرها ألماً
حتى يسيل الدم الفاسد دفعة واحدة

لا تلد شهيداً دون اسم
يلتفت له عند سماع صمته الأول

لا تجهض جنيناً
تثبته دعوات الجدات و رفسة المرابطين

لا تمنع الصلاة في المساجد
لا تفسد صيام أحد
لا تنفض شهوة رجل من أسرة النساء
لا تلطخ كتب التاريخ
وميثاق الحرابي
..........................
قطرة دم من رحم البلاد
لا تكفي
لأفض بكارة المعنى
داخل نص مثل هذا


دمعة على خد البلاد
لا تكفي
لأبكي داخل قصيدة واحدة
وأصبح شاعرة

Twenty Five

At age of twenty five
Things take a new manner
Void amuses me. chaos fixes me up
Tears knock my eye's door, like a homeless I wouldn't let in
When everyone leaves, I remain here
But also let go of myself
When everyone comes in, I leave without my face
I await for fear. as anxiety awaits for me
The shadow hangs me on a cloud behind the sun
I peel the sun like a summery orange
My memories open me up, like a music box with seven tones
My old laughter, my ex's voice, dad's sneezing,
My sister's singing, mum's neck creaking, the sound of airplanes taking off,
And the barking of the neighbour's dog.

At the age of twenty five
The grave looks like a good place to hide
My bed seems like a gay lover who doesn't fulfil my needs
Nightmares are spoiled dreams. Singing is a thrilling cry.
Laughter is a lump of tears in the throat. sanity is the madness of the dead.
Marriage is a corrupt contract. femininity is an unfair game.
War is nothing more than illusion in a war-poet's imagination.

At the age of twenty five
The picture that resembles my childhood smiles to all faces
But yells at mine
As I start finding void amusing
And leave without my face when everyone comes in.

(Translated by Safa Hossen)

الخامسة والعشرين

في الخامسة و العشرين

يضحكني الفراغ .. ترتبني الفوضى

يطرق البكاء باب عيني شحاذ لا يفتح له

يغادر الجميع أبقى دوني

يأتي الجميع أغادر دون وجهي

أتربص بالخوف .. تغنيني حناجر القلق

يعلقني الظل على سحابة وراء الشمس

أقشر الشمس برتقالة صيفية

تفتحني الذكريات صندوقا بسبع رنات

ضحكتي القديمة، بحة حبيب سابق، عطاس أبي،

غناء أختي، طقطقة رقبة أمي، صوت إقلاع طائرة،

نباح كلب الجار


في الخامسة و العشرين

يبدو القبر مخبئ جيد

والسرير عاشق شاذ لا يجيد الجنس

.. الكابوس حلم مدلل .. الغناء بكاء شيق

الضحك دمعة تتردد في الحلق.. العقل جنون الموتى..

الزواج عقد فاسد.. الأنوثة لعبة جائرة..

الحرب وهم في مخيلة الشاعر الجندي..


في الخامسة و العشرين

الصورة المعلقة على ظهر طفولتي تضحك في وجه الجميع

و تصرخ في وجهي

أنا التي يضحكني الفراغ

و أغادر دون وجهي حين يأتي الجميع

The Poet

Nama Abdelrazig K. Abdalla: Was born on the 9th of June 1992 in Libya, studied medicine in the university of Benghazi and graduated with a MBBS degree. Now she works as a physician in Benghazi. She is a young poet, free-lance writer and a civil activist who works with local and international NGOs. Participated in cultural events in Libya and neighbouring countries, she is also a member of Tanarout Organization for Libyan Creativity. She participated in the 31 Medellin International Poetry Festival, 2021. She is interested in intercultural and interreligious dialogue and was one of the founders who released the Arab Youth Forum for Interreligious and Intercultural Dialogue in Jordan in December 2019, As well as participating in Regional Dialogue fellows in Tunisia and Jordan in 2018.

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