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ROULA: Born after the Greek Civil War, I lived through historical events and natural disasters. As a five-year-old child, I saw the flames coming up from the bowels of the Earth on an islet opposite Thira. Having witnessed the destructive earthquake in Zante, Also, as a child, I saw our 100-year-old house collapsing like a straw structure. So, my childhood heroes were real-life war heroes, I was surrounded by fascinating storytellers of different ages, happy people despite current events, narrating their life adventures with a lot of humor. I was breathing in every word and then re-creating their stories. Did I need fictional heroes?
Nata dopo la guerra civile greca, Roula Pollard, fu testimone di eventi storici e disastri naturali. A soli cinque anni di età, vide le fiamme salire dalle viscere della Terra su un isolotto di fronte a Thira.
Avendo assistito al distruttivo terremoto di Zante, da bambina vide la sua casa centenaria crollare come una struttura di paglia. Quindi, i suoi eroi d'infanzia furono eroi di guerra. Nella vita reale fu circondata da affascinanti narratori di epoche diverse, persone felici nonostante gli eventi drammatici, che raccontavano le loro avventure di vita con molto umorismo.
Questo è l'humus naturale in cui trascorse la sua infanzia, imbevendosi delle loro parole e narrando poi le loro storie. Aveva forse bisogno di eroi immaginari?
SONGSOPTOK: Do you think that literature also bridges the human world with Mother Nature? As well as with the present time of our surroundings?
ROULA: From ancient times, the writer either expressed life’s memories or narrated vividly centuries-old stories. I come from a literary tradition of more than 3.500. At that time, a river was considered a God, the seasons were represented by a certain goddess, and humankind and nature were interconnected. Even Alfred De Musse wrote, ”Man is a learner, Nature is his teacher”. Nature is the all-knowing mind, and this utmost knowledge is passed on to the writer. Today, nature is no longer a teacher, but a wounded mother. We all are fully aware of Nature’s destruction by humans and capitalism’s blind exploitation of the Earth. To a great extent, the old relationship of literature been a bridge between man and nature, or teacher, has been disconnected.
SONGSOPTOK: What are the main events that you think are the major issues that have influenced present-day literature?
ROULA: The issues are many, and to some extent, similar from country to country: Human relationships, humanitarian issues, love, peace, war, human rights, nature, terrorism, poverty, and psychology. I also find that writers in the West are more pessimistic than in the East, or in Africa -- where literature flourishes, is highly esteemed, and has more vitality, ideology, spirituality, and the ability to bond people together.
Omaggio a ROULA POLLARD
Tutti stanno piangendo la tua morte
Parenti e amici, scrittori e poeti
Che usano l’arpa dei sentimenti
Per ricordare la tua triste sorte.
Poeta fosti e lo rimarrai per sempre
Ricordo ch’è fiammella sempre viva,
Anche nell’Ade porterai il tuo canto
Tra le stelle che accendono il tuo manto.
Tutti piangono la tua dipartita,
Ma io lo so che invece sei felice:
Or ch’abbracci figlio e marito,
I due tuoi grandi amori in vita.
Io so che il canto ora in ciel
si sparge come per ammaliare
L’arduo cammino di color
Che con commenti ti rimpiangon.
Amica cara, poetessa sopraffina
Non son parole di conforto le mie,
Ma solo gioia offerta a te in dono
Nella speranza di rinnovata vita.
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A tribute to ROULA POLLARD
Everyone is mourning your death
Relatives and friends, writers and poets,
Those who use the harp for feelings
To remember your sad fate.
Poet you were and will remain forever
Remembrance that is an ever-living flame,
Even to Hades, thou will carry thy song
Among the stars that light your mantle.
All your friends mourn your departure,
But I know that you are happy instead
Now that you have rejoined
With the two great loves in life.
I know that the song now spreads
In heaven as if to beguile
The rough path of those who
Write comments and regret you.
Dear friend, refined poetess,
These are not words of comfort,
But only a gift offered to you,
In hope of renewed life of the soul.
@Franca Colozzo
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