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An interview with Irene Doura

Interviewer: GUNA MORAN

An interview with Irene Doura– Kavadia, Linguist, Translator, Litterateur, Secretary-General of Writers Capital Foundation, Editor/Anthologist from Athens, Greece

1/ Good morning and thank you for accepting my invitation for this interview. I have had the opportunity to look at your impressive background, but I would like to give you a chance to tell us about yourself in brief.
Good morning! It is a pleasure being here with you.

2/ why do you write? Do you remember the first time you wrote something?
The poet is born, they say, not made! The same goes for the author. I tend to believe more than anyone in this saying, as I have actually been writing all my life. As long as I can remember myself, I always wanted to be a writer. At the age of nine, I started writing a children’s mystery story. By the age of eleven, I had written several summaries for stories to be developed later on. When I turned twelve, I asked of my parents to buy me a typewriter; my mother in fact left her work and went to the centre of the town to buy me a professional one! Therefore, you could call it an inner urge of self expression forming an inextricable part of my whole being.

3/ Who or what inspired you to be a poet? When did you start writing poetry?
Inspiration can come from a variety of triggers. From something very simple – a song, a verse, a melody. From a name, a word or an emotion. From a problem, a memory, an incident or a historical event. Of course, apart from the historical facts, mythology is also a great source of inspiration to me. The heroic events, the epics, the problems of our time. Even a dream that through the subconscious raises an issue that the fast pace of life does not allow us to possibly give it importance during the day. It is something magical, in fact! It is as if words find their way and come out of obscurity into the light, on their own. My first poems were satirical ones and I wrote them while in my teens to laugh with my friends and also criticize little petty everyday things. Yet, real profound poetry came into my life in adulthood. I was inspired mostly by nature and the beauty of the surroundings of my country house by the sea in Attica. Still, the impression made to me by those landscapes was nothing in comparison to the impact of the overwhelming power exerted to me by the seascapes of the island of Lefkas. This was the place I believe that broadened my aesthetic and descriptive scope; it was the right timing of course, as well that played a role. Last but not least, the aura of the house in Lefkas, owned by the family of my spouse, was also a catalyst, since he is distantly related to a world renowned poet, Nikos Kavvadias, a poet who travelled at sea all his life, and during his rare visits he stopped by to see his cousin, my spouse’s late grandfather, according to the latter’s narration.

4/ What does poetry mean to you?
“Poetry” for me is a friend. A difficult, demanding, but trustworthy friend. And loyal, indeed. On her shoulder I lean at night and whisper my ideas and my concerns. Engaging in poetry fills me, redeems me, lifts me up. It is the passage that connects the outside world with the inside of the soul, it is this passage that releases the emotions and gives them the way to come out on their own and be penned on a piece of paper. “Climbing words as if an escalator”, according to George Seferis. The road is uphill, but extremely seductive. At the top, the world opens up beyond our dimension and brings us forward to our primordial matter. The one that unites us with the archetypes, those that our Creator endowed us with.

5/ What is, according to you, the role of a poet in Today’s society?
The literary production worldwide, in our era plagued by the pandemic as well as the financial crisis, is quite rich in terms of quantity, that is, inversely proportional to the expectations. That is to say, poetry thrives despite the crisis, or rather against the crisis, and of course because of the crisis. A crisis – whether it is economic in its origins or as a consequence of it, it tends to be a crisis of values – sharpens emotions and experiences, causes greater contradictions and controversies. And of course it is the recipe for inspiration, introspection, and meditation. Pain, especially mental pain, triggers the externalization of respective emotions. The goal is didactic, but utterly personal redemption. After all, in the most painful pages of a country’s history, great talents emerge that produce masterpieces, whether in a period of occupation, civil war, or political unrest. The poet with their pen break the chains of the adversities of their era. Literature – and art in general – has always been the best anti-stress human product both regarded from the part of the writer/creator and the reader/viewer. It is the refuge of every soul that is liberated through the wings of imagination. The role of the poet in today’s society is thus more important than ever. In a world suffering from a pandemic that has been with us for more than a year, the role of the poet is to inspire and enlighten the people so that they overcome their depression, their fear, and their anxiety before the unknown… Yet the most important task of the poet is to perceive the vibes of the social change and make an effort to inspire and educate the new generations, for they are the future, towards a better more humane world based on solidarity, tolerance, and of course peace. As it is the poet’s task and duty to see to it that the future will be a better one, and inspire the rest to follow the illuminated path towards it.

6/ Do you have any particular audience in mind when you write, an ideal reader?
Not really. When it comes to poetry, the verses come out by themselves – no censorship, no target group. The age group is in mind when I write a novel, though, or a children’s story.

7/ What do you do as a hobby?
I like travelling, taking pictures, getting to know new places and people, tasting different cuisine, which of course due to the pandemic is impossible, reading and writing. I also listen to music a lot to relax.

8/ How can we experience the infinite mystery of the universe through the practice of poetry?
As infinite is the universe so infinite is language. “Words, words, words”, according to Wordsworth. They are like the stars shining in the sky awaiting patiently to be picked in order to adorn a poem – as if it were a precious diadem. The universe is also infinite as love. And poets are bound to be fascinated by all this. The mystery, undeniably, remains. Fortunately, as poetry without mystery would be like the night without its moon…

9/ How long does it take you to complete all drafts and inquiries necessary to complete a poem?
Depending on the poem, actually. It can take me ten minutes, a quarter of an hour perhaps if it is a concept I have already formed within my mind. If I need to research on a theme, this will of course take longer. Still, there are poems I have in different – mostly longer – versions, and a lot of incomplete ones. Like the National, master poet of my country, Dionysios Solomos, the one who wrote the national anthem of Greece, I believe nothing is perfect and I feel have to revise. Again and again. Therefore, many of my poems and stories are yet to be finished – if they ever are that is…

10/ Which book that you have written is your favourite and what are your top three books?
Now it is like asking a mother which of her children to choose among… I like them all, of course, but I could mention a poetry collection that is a compilation of awarded poems entitled “Contemplation”, a detective novel called “Marianta”, and of course my first book, a children’s tale “Milenia” in 2000.

11/ What are you currently working on? Also what are you reading at present?
A writer never ceases to read or write! I am currently working on the second volume of my novel entitled “Forged by Lava and Steel”, hoping to have finished it by the end of the year, plus a poetry collection of condensed philosophical insight and elaboration on linguistic syntheses entitled “Miracles Within”.

12 /Poetry is the wrath of a person sitting in loneliness. How do you manage your time to write and work?
It is undeniably difficult to manage everything. A day only has 24 hours! Therefore one has to set priorities, which helps a little. Still, I wait until everyone goes to sleep and then I start working on my novel or on the poetry collection. However, my duties as the owner of a Language Academy and a Translating Firm, my position as Editor-In-Chief in Writers International Edition Publishing House and as Secretary-General in Writers Capital International Foundation, as well as those of a mother, leave me little time in which to do all the things I want in reference to writing.

13/ Which poets have inspired you? Do you feel yourself ever influenced by the writing style of a poet?
Cavafy, Elytis, Leivaditis, Wordsworth, Wilde, Gibran, Hesse, and other classic master poets of the global community have been a great inspiration to me, though not influence regarding the style in which I write. Lately I came into contact, while translating and audio rendering, with the poetry of mystique by Preeth Nambiar, CEO and Founder of Writers Capital Foundation, and I was impressed by the profundity of the notions in his verses concerning the universe, as well as indulged the verses of a group of contemporary poets I now call family. Therefore, the source of inspiration only seems to broaden.

14/ What is your greatest accomplishment as a poet?
I hope my greatest accomplishment as a poet has not seen the light yet. What a poet currently writes, they wish for it to surpass all the previous endeavours, therefore I aspire my new poetry collection “Miracles Within” soon to be published will be embraced by a larger circle of readers.

15/ What are the books you regard as the all time readable?
Actually, there are many but I would say among many others “Princess Izambo” by Angelos Terzakis, the “Novel of the Four”, the amazing “The importance of being Earnest” and “Lady Windermere’s fan” by Oscar Wilde, “Pride and Prejudice” by Jane Austin, as well as “The Transformation” by Kafka; last but not least, Conan Doyle’s “Dancers” and Agatha Christie’s “Mousetrap”, since the detective genre is my favourite too.

16/ The poet and authors you like the best?
The truth is that many writers and poets have captured my heart. Among Greeks I single out poets such as Cavafy, Sikelianos, Seferis, Elytis, and among authors Terzakis, Athanasiadis, Karagatsis, Myrivilis, Papadiamantis. From the global community of writers I would pick Shakespeare, Honoré de Balzac, Hemingway, Oscar Wilde, and Wordsworth, Coleridge, Gibran, Hesse. The list could go on and on…

17/ If you could choose to be a character in a book, who would it be?
A child that contemplates the stars in the book series by the Greek master author Menelaos Loudemis. For I believe it is important for us all to preserve the innocence of childhood within us regardless of the age.

18/ What, according to you, is love?
I shall tell you not what I believe of love. Better let me recite what was written on love in the first Letter of Saint Paul to the Corinthians as this is, in my humble opinion, the best definition ever given:
“Love is patient, love is kind. It is not jealous, it is not pompous, it is not inflated, it is not rude, it does not seek its own interests, it is not quick-tempered, it does not brood over injury, it does not rejoice over wrongdoing but rejoices with the truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.”

19/ Please let the readers know about your projects for future? And please share any stanza you have written and you repeat it most of the times?
First of all, my big goal is to read as many works of literature as possible both classic and contemporary, and of course to highlight even more aspects of my literary nature, as I like to experiment with new structures and forms. I would also like to help young writers emerge, something we do at Writers Capital Foundation, as I see that there are little diamonds buried somewhere that need to come to the surface. In the same way, I aim to make my students love literature more through literary projects I promote through my foreign language academy and through literary programs in public schools in my country. It is essential that books become more popular with young children being all day long with a mobile phone or a tablet in their hand as its natural extension. And my big bet with time is to complete my unfinished projects and bring their heroes from obscurity to light. If I am lucky enough to be loved by the general public, this is something that time will tell.
As for a stanza I like repeating to myself is the following, actually the beginning of the Poem entitled “Two-faced”:

Two-faced
Our life is like a coin
one face makes you happy
the other makes you sad;
no matter which you pick
there always lies the risk.
Yet one cannot but toss!
For it is the law of life
Always to roll,
never to stand still…

20/What is your message to the young poets? Can you at this moment mention a few talented younger poets of the state?
I would prompt them to go on and never cease making efforts. Like I used to repeat to myself when I first started writing poetry, quoting from the poem of master poet Constantine Cavafy “The first step”, it is a major achievement to even be on the first step on the ladder of poetry…
“Just to be on the first step
should make you happy and proud.
To have reached this point is no small achievement:
what you’ve done already is a wonderful thing.
Even this first step
is a long way above the ordinary world.
To stand on this step
you must be in your own right
a member of the city of ideas.”
I am glad to see that my generation has given birth to a multitude of poets. Literary competitions, encyclopedias, literary magazines – print and electronic, presentations of literary events mainly by individual initiatives, is the proof. As refers to poetry, I am even happier to see young children use the pen from an early age and write verses to express their feelings. This fact gives me hope both as a writer and as an educator. As for such brilliant young poets, there are quite many in Greece, but I am afraid of doing injustice to those that I will not mention, so I shall refer to the youngest one I know of, aged 11, Eirini Gisdaki, the daughter of a philologist and a great friend. This little girl writes poems in Greek and English and are impressive.

21/ Please describe life in two lines?
“As easy as a stream flowing, as difficult as climbing a steep mountain… at times. When the stream flows, let it take you along, and gather your strength for the times of difficulty.”

22/What have your achievements been to date?
I do not like mentioning my own achievements, as I am dedicated to promoting other poets’ and creators’ ones, leaving the others talk about me when they wish. Let me just mention a few facts: I would definitely say that my major achievement in life is my daughter, Anastasia-Mary, aged 12. I am a happy mother, and also my students seem happy to have me as a teacher. I have written 15 books of different literary genre so far and wish to complete all those I have left half on pieces of paper and in several hard disks.

23/ Your ideal person?
Ideal is the person that acts as a real human being… Inspired by genuine, unconditional love for all living beings. One that is not egocentric and their goal in life is to become a better person, in the service of humanity.

24/ Favourite actor, singer?
My favourite actors? Peter Sellers in comedy, Peter Ustinov in drama. Favourite singer Maria Callas.

25/ Favourite month?
My favourite month is August because it is the month of my annual well-deserved summer holidays, in which I try to relax and also finish off a book I write during the year.

26/ Favourite colour?
My favourite colour is light blue, the colour of the Athenian sky.

27/Favourite food?
My favourite food is spaghetti carbonara that I myself make! In my own way, that is.

28/Favourite place?
My favourite place is – as I am an islander – any coastal resort. For the sake of the interview, I shall mention the island of Lefkas in the Ionian Sea where I spend my summer holidays.

29/ Thank you so much for you time and for all the revealed details. Do you want to add some more for our readers now?
I thank you wholeheartedly for this wonderful interview! I prompt all your readers to keep the inspiration high and follow their dreams! For “where there’s a will, there’s a way”…

Sunday LiPi

THE GORGE

Silpika Kalita

I saw a gorge, a remote vision from distant, far far away from the surface, how sharp, how precipitous, how deep!
A singular, unsurpassed, cavernous cleft; a crevice among two gigantic hills, how intense and steep!
The rocky walls of the mountains though withering, canopying the remote sight from the brink of the rugged cliffs.
The highland though barren, is pampering the rivulet flowing, emerald- azure, though erosive from shrink!
It’s ages disposition, the geologic uplift and abrasion, elevates it’s surface to fabricate it’s tapestry inch by inch!
The diverse, vivacious habitats in it’s bosom, in seclusion, are dozing, remote, far from the tainted world in miff!

The robust gorge, all of a sudden, for it’s persistent profoundness, a rare attribute in mortality, became my cause of envy,
Was pondering ” where is that Gorge like once perceived devotion, allegiance from human inclination has gone? “
Nowhere the professed ones, stands near it’s awe-inspiring abiding supremacy, the Gorge, the mighty!
The demons’ have taken away humanity’s infallible dedication for substantiality and unfathomed depth,
Only to be as hollow as floating cotton balls, with no eye, no reverence for sublimity!
The Gorge is the apostle of Almighty’s emblem of constant flow of unplumbed steadfast solemnity, beyond earthly folly!

Aeons ago, God’s supreme contour, silhouette against the brilliant encompassing sky,
The persistent Gorge, determines to flow distant, diligently, from the lavish absurdity, from the sheer mundane idiocy!
Human devotion, so fragile, so freckle, self-centric, wish have an inch depth of the perpetual, perennial Gorge, the mighty!
No composition can comprehend, neither approach the grand Gorge, in contemplation so tiny,
As insignificant as the fleshly beings existence, in the face of the abiding Gorge, the exalted composition of the Almighty!

Sunday LiPi

Precisely Calculated Passion

Christopher T. Dabrowski

They were passionately going through the body theory by analyzing a complex variable function. He was greedily squeezing her polynomials and was kissing her lips over and over. He was measuring acute and obtuse angles. Calculations implied a forthcoming orgasm but there was no certainty. Unfortunately, there were too many unknowns…
He tried to brush her X spot with his rhombus. That was good combinatorics, they found the algorithm. Her Euclidean rings swollen. If everything went good they would have… Ah, they would have beautiful, healthy fractions!
She bent a plane of symmetry of a figure in extasy. Strenghten scopes of similar figures and it happened! And just to think that they were connected by an ordinary equal sign…

Sunday LiPi

SIX FEET

Onipede Festus moses

I am this, I am that
Isn’t that we all claim?
When we get to this planet Earth,
I want to be rich,
I want to be wealthy
Forget not empty handed you came
How long will you tarry in that la-la land?
When your la dolce vita ended
With you nothing shall depart
Remember six feet.

Civilization makes us wiser,
But not the wisest,
Our complexion may reject our sense of belonging
No matter our knowledge of cosmetic,
The new colour shows no identity
Chemicals may change your complexion;
When the melanin is adulterated
But the blood in you remains the same
What claim has a plebeian?
When the dust remains dust
Dust we are, dust we shall return
Remember six feet.

Vanity upon vanity,
All lie in vanity
One thing we all owe,
But just because we are goats
We feign to be guilty,
That call is clear to all,
By the time the ringer jingles the bell,
We all must answer the call
You may be wiser,
God remains the wisest
What shall it profit you?
If on Earth you gain all the fortunes,
But lose your spirit
As you gather wealth like that man,
Who remains an ingrate
Remember six feet.

How do I climb up?
When I have no ladder
Some have but do not bother
‘You do not belong’
The song they chant,
Failed them to assist
Must I remain a reprobate?
When in my presence you hold a ladder
Must I belong before parti pris comes my way?
If your ladder remains with you,
And my eucatastrophe takes me up,
With what eyes will you see me?
At the pool the disabled got no assistance,
But the ubiquitous one met him,
He regained his well-being
Mr/Mrs Parti pris!
Won’t you, in your opprobrium,
Be ashamed to see the disabled of yesternight?
At the zenith of his feat
Willy-nilly, your casuistry will deny you
ln His numinous majesty
When you owe no casus belli
Remember six feet.

Sunday LiPi

Politiques in Politics

Kolawole Mathew Ogundipe

Controlling the affairs
of a nation is politics.
Proper management of community
resources, politics.
Prudent use of public funds
by leaders for the good
of all, politics;
But to be surprisingly candid,
To be irritatingly unreserved,
Exist in politics, Politiques:
Selfism in lieu of communism ̶
Politique,
Causing havoc to populace
in lieu of their well-being ̶
Politique,
Murdering for personal interest
in lieu of protecting life ̶
Politique.
Selfishness, destructions, killings
And cruelty initiated by them ̶
ALL in it!

Sunday LiPi

Learn from Nature

Naimuddin Ansary

One day the dawn will depart slowly,
Darkness will disappear gradually,
Birds will chirp on the trees,
The sun will also peep beside the hills,
Peasants will walk to the field,
Cattle will gather and sit still,
Morning bell will not stop to ring,
The seasons will not stop from gyrating.
Nature’s course will have no end,
But human differences will not mend.
Oh God! how l can make them understand,
Where they do actually stand.
Why are they so boastful of their existence?
They are not rivers,trees or seasons,
But a mere group of hapless humans,
Roving without knowing their own lot,
But,many a battle they have fought,
Dizzy destruction they have sought,
Only to maintain their domain of power,
Which is nothing but a mere false tower.
It falls down and crumbles into dust,
When they do receive lifeless bust,
They pose themselves often as God of their inferior race,
Without thinking even of their Supreme Superior’s face.
Why do they savour immense sadistic pleasure,
By making their fellow bow before their false blazer?
Tell them to be like a tree,a dale or a river,
So that they will not have to always shiver,
To help those who are in need and distress ever.

Sunday LiPi

SERENITY

K Kishore Kumar

The cool breeze comes from the dense woods
And slow sweet seartherny blow in tone
Tiny pebbles come and go with the waves
These try to please me but my peace is gone.

To enjoy life, nature is endowed by God
But the serenity, which is in all but not in me
Oh God! I demand thou to grow me up with peace
Then I must spread honey among helpless like a bee.

Relaxing from the loaded work is not the actual peace
It is for the body for a short span of time
But ritual bell I need to be rung in my soul
Then I will really gain serenity from that chime.

Want to escape from the worldly illusion
But I find myself returning as wonted
My mind looks everywhere for the innocent life
Tears urge time for childhood that was also erased.

I always fail to feel peace even in my dreams
In my brain nightmares always raise storms
Pushes me into the pit where full of confusions
Can anyone gain serenity with wisdoms?

Finally, I admitted that even I wish to die
I might not be able to face death with serenity
Serenity is found under the yoke of God
By Prayer, Petition and Entreaty.

The End

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