Excerpt from interview with poet Olga Orozco Argentina by the poet Jorge Boccanera in 1998.
You said that childhood is like a seed once tattooed and spoke of him in La Pampa, what their years in Delhi?
- I there from 8 to 15. Went to the port when I allowed my parents. I remember the wind Bay, something memorable, I remember those places you (Alberto) Mallea then saw as mysterious, and I do not find the mystery: the Argentine club, he talks as if a great mystery in those gentlemen who sat to digest and read the newspaper in soft chairs to nap, or batons shawls and moving in a store named The Fourteen provinces curious idea what the mystery was?, is not ? There is more mystery in the path of an ant, to spy on the trail that leaves a lizard.
There is a recurring character in his childhood is his grandmother.
- A descendant of Irish and told me a story every day. She said she was 105, increasing age of coquetry, when we discovered it had killed 95. It was a very important person in my life, named Mary Laureana. I told stories to his death. To 28 years. There were nights I could not go to sleep and she did, then I went to find my room, got up the two, we took fernet in the dining room and she was telling me stories of Indians, stories extrañísimos , Devils angels, castles, princesses, ogres, the treasures at the bottom of a lake guarded by fantastic creatures. In addition to these stories that could be included in any anthology, was sweet, understood herbs, healing, knew the birds by their song, it was a wise nature
It seems that there is no land, you say "my house is that never comes", and "write like someone who makes a place to live."
"That was a childhood game we had with my sister, traveling in the house at night, then, through all the readings of Jules Verne, d and the stories of pirates who had read, the lights went out at one o'clock in the morning and for us the house was set in motion, began to walk and would fill us with fear each other because we passed through storms, wells, ice floes were for real.
Refers to his sister, Yola.
"Yes, Yola and I were very close ages, shared games, all parties, the same things.
There is a poem to her with an ending as blunt: "when I return home for me when you leave." We return to the house.
"Yes, it's called" You the most impossible, "the most impossible of the dead. For me it was amazing to wake up in the same place every morning, that the world had changed completely. All this surprised me, the unity, the unity of individual and unit time. Then I got used to it as if he had lived elsewhere where that did not exist, where you could be everywhere at once, in all times and places where they could change their appearance to piaccere.
Did you feel different from other girls her age?
"I played with others, but it was pretty quiet and a bit lonely, but had to push a bit to share the games. Also guess many things when I started to comment I realized it was not so common and became a secret. A hat of Bahia Blanca, Felicitas Pugni I was "excellent conditions for all kinds of afterlife" and taught me to throw the tarot: it was a very funny lady, walking with hat and purse at home. I have 14 years and accompanied the maid to take care of my mother. One day I was levitating up here (indicates with his hand about 40 inches off the ground). I remember that I said to Mom: "today is going to Aunt Margaret to come tea time and I will give a doll" . And the aunt, not normally used to come, arrived at five with a doll. I always had that power, clairvoyance, premonitions.
Someone defined as reflection dizzying clairvoyance.
- Well. I had lightning since childhood, even as I grew a bit lost. I do not think that all poets have not, there are poets very descriptive or very thoughtful and very objectives that have glimpses of what lies behind appearances.
is could read his poetry as if it read a deck. You have a poem, "Cartomancy" ...
- I suppose so, because every poem will come in waves according to the time you wrote. So there are a series of poems that occur with a single theme, with allusions to things that happened in given time. Are those that make up each book.
It comes to the issue of time ...
- The time and memory play a permanent role. I have a memory as if you update everything at once as if it were all present, I think the memory is corrected, even through the things that are happening to me, I will give another color to the past.
Do memory invented?
I do not think, but rather interprets it, is completing interpretations. I say we do artificial respiration memories. Perceive things that are avoided and transformed. I would therefore set them in memory, but not the memory with a nostalgic role but an active, control and preservation against time.
Olga Orozco, Argentina, 1920-1999.
Photos. Girl Olga Orozco (left) Emily, brother of Olga Orozco (right) of the Casa Museo Olga Orozco. this entry thank Marisa Negri and www.eljardinposible.blogspot.com
In the video, Olga Orozco recited the poem "For Emily, in heaven," referring to his brother. The video recording was made by the ICI of Buenos Aires, 1997, digitized and distributed by the Buenos Aires Audiovisual Archive.
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