Granada World Poetry Day 2019. Olalla Castro, “Those Tracks are You”

Como parte de las actividades conjuntas y simultáneas realizadas por las Ciudades de Literatura UNESCO durante el Día Mundial de la Poesía 2019, Reikiavik Ciudad de Literatura UNESCO invitó a las Ciudades de Literatura a realizar un vídeo especial dedicado a reivindicar la poesía y la literatura escrita por mujeres. Granada Ciudad de Literatura colaboró con un audiovisual dirigido por Antonia Ortega Urbano y protagonizado por Olalla Castro y su poema “Esas huellas son tú”, publicado en la antología Poesía (contra) corriente. Poemas (in) surgentes (La Vorágine, 2017). En palabras de su autora, “este poema habla de las mujeres, de los espacios reales, físicos pero también metafóricos y simbólicos donde las mujeres hemos estado encerradas durante siglos”.

Otros vídeos realizados por las Ciudades de Literatura:

REIKIAVIK (Gerður Kristný)

LVIV (Ostap Slyvynsky y Olga Fraze)

BAGDAD (Mayada al-Mubarak, Gharam al-Rubaiyee y Sijal al-Rikabe)

NORWICH (Ciera Drury)

Those Tracks are You

In history there was pale pink embroidery / and an interminable list of bows, / brooches, hats and parasols. / The women, sitting on the grass, / admired the cricket players, / with their legs primly crossed. / But not only yeses went on behind the fan.

In history / there were fingers gliding / over mother-of-pearl beads, / thousands of red mouths / praying to the same god / who had slid all the latches shut / from the outside. / In history there were eyes / behind the curtains / and grim mourning / that sawed away at life until it was felled. / There were houses of retreat and straitjackets. / Cold baths and a stick between the teeth / right before each new blow. / In history there were sisters / scrubbing the flagstones over which, / the day before, / other sisters had shed their blood. /

It was rinse or die / (both were painful). I trembled with the trembling of each of them / and I laughed with their laugh, / because, yes, they laughed as well. / History was filled / with little victories / that no newspaper ever reported: / sharp cries that smashed glasses / just before the toast, / thousands, millions of words / written when the wheat was high, / just before the reaping began. / Tiny steps / (as only befit those who walk on tiptoe) / venturing into the bluest of woods: / the memory, still wet, of those who escaped. / Although the time and space do not coincide, / that trace fits your shadow. / Don’t ever try to forget: / those tracks are you and they name the way.

(Translation Ross Howard)

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