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Susana Roberts
She was born in Cordoba(La Falda)-Argentina.She attended Elementary School and High School in Cordoba at “ Superior School Alejandro Carbo”.She got a Literary Award -1969.She completed advanced English course at “Academy Cultural Inglesa” Cordoba.-Argentina. She became a student at Law school (Cba) for three years. Since 1975 she became a resident in Trelew(Ch) Patagonia Argentina starting in workshops relatives other arts like painting and dancing. At the same time she got married and devoted her time to bringing up her three children without any public activity.
Since 2001 she has been selected as a finalist in a number of poetry and writing contests: Finalist in the International Anthology “Parrafos sin Limites” year 2004.
Finalist for the International Anthology “Letras del Mundo 2005”(Buenos Aires)-Argentina. Participant in National Anthology , E:C:A.Provincia del Chaco.
Finalist Antologhy “Poetas y Narradores 2005” P.House: Los Cuatro Vientos (Buenos Aires). Selected as contributor at the “Estirpe” magazine, P.House Aircampo ed.(Bs As).Finalist in the Anthology against every kind of violence: “No more silent Cries” Spoken VizionsEntertainment Group (USA) . Finalist in “ Ineditos 2005”, Selection of CD, Aries recording and Iberoamican Institute.Member of The Cove /Rincón(Miami-Florida).Participant in the XXV World Congresss of Poets. Los Angeles- USA year 2005.
More Activities
·Publication of the first book of Poetry:” Rostros-Faces"año 2005./ some bilingual poems.
·Special Mention National Contest SADE. R.S.Peña (Chaco)-Argentina.
·Participant Anthology “The Cove Rincón” X anniversary. Miami. FL.
·Participant in the Poetry Festival “Gabriela Mistral y José Martí,” año 2005. Valparaíso, Chile.
·Partticipant in theInternational Festival “Cataratas del Iguazú”.año 2005.Misiones-Argentina.
·Named distinguished visitor in the XIV National andXI International Meeting of writers and artists: "Luis Hernán Ramírez"-Tarapoto-Perú-2006.
·Member of the Latin-American Association: : “Poets of the World”
·Bilingual Member of MCA Poets and writers IFLAC-Argentina.
·Member of “The Cove Rincón", Miami –Florida-USA
·Delegada IFLAC Argentina en Trelew..
·.Participant during “The week of the International Stories” (Patagonian Tales.)-La Zubia-Granada-Spain.
·Participant of the International Dictionary of Art and Contemporanean Literature- Cordoba-Spain-2006
·Participant in Anthology against the violence “Final de Entrega”- Cordoba-Spain-2006
·Participant of the Anthology. W.A.A.C: (World Academy of Arts and Culture)-2006-Ulan Batur-Mongolia
·Prize of Honour“Junín País 2006”- Junín-Argentina
·Honour Mention “Aries Editions”-Junin-Argentina.
·Participant of the Congress of Art and Culture of Globalization – Buenos Aires-Argentina.
·Participant of the National and Latin-American Congress of Culture and Poetry-Mar del Plata-Argentina- 2006.
·Inauguration-Poem-“The Immigrant” Square of Immigrant-Union Beach-Patagonian-Chubut-Argentina-2006
·Eisteddfod 2006- Festival of Wales Culture-2nd Mention- Prize –Poet’s Crown-2006-Trelew-Chubut-Argentina
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·Publications
of Poems: in -EKAIKA-RASA- Magazine-(Taiwan-ROC), Poems of the World, magazine (Illinois-USA), in some web pages as Isla Negra-Italy-.Ave Viajera-Colombia. And others blogs.
May 16, 2007
Hijo de Hombre
by SUSANA ROBERTS
Has dejado de respirar tus sueños?
esas raíces embotadas de lluvia de primavera
Llena de estrellas inteligentes derrumbándose
Que las raíces que anidan
Nuevas ramas crecen
Fuera de la atónita basura
rezo del hijo del hombre
donde el sol golpea
un montón de imágenes rotas
una sombra diferente bajo otra roca roja
el horizonte está lleno de violetas en baile
donde jacintos barnizan el trono
en la olvidada luz del poniente
allí manos llenas están
alimentando horas vacías
con sonidos sordos en la cabeza
durante la helada repentina de la noche.
Copyright-Susana Roberts(May 7 -09)
Son of Man
by SUSANA ROBERTS
Have you stopped breathing your dreams?
That dull roots of spring rain
Full of falling clever stars
What the roots that clutch,
New branches grow
Out of the astounded rubbish
Son of man’s prayer
Where the sun beats
A heap of broken images
A different shadow
Under the red rock
the horizon is full of violets in dance
where hyacinths are varnishing the throne
in the forgotten light of the sunset
there full hands are feeding empty hours
With dead sounds in the head
During the sudden frost of the night.
Copyright-Susana Roberts
Homage to famous poetesess who ended tragically their lives with suicide:
Gabriela Mistral,Alfonsina Storni,Sylvia Plath,A.Pizarnik,Delmira Agustini.
Death is an art, I do it to feel myself reaching the shit
(from Lady Lazarus-Sylvia Plath)
Alone I wish to assist myself
when my life pushes of this rain
under the seas' angerands an old breeze hurts my back
I wish to assist myself when thorns from my childhood wound me
I wish to assist myself when death reaches me and
dreams play chess in my head
I wish to assist myself when the earth claims for its belly
and I will be holding a hand in the light of farewell
I wish to assist myself when birds peck my woundsand memories bring me to live in overdose
I wish to assist myself in silence into de deaf yellow noise of the days
I wish to assist myself when coins change souls into thieves
when I become an orphan and I feel detached from the world
only with me the last tenderness that same is living inside you.
Dear Susana, Congratulations on capturing the feeling of isolation and despair of a poet-artist who died too young. Those who live in solitude are able to hear and see what the rest of us can only vaguely imagine. We are indebted to artists, like yourself, who translate these feelings of hope and despair into word pictures and visual images, putting us in touch with our own deepest feelings, that we might traverse the chasms of misunderstanding that separate us from each other. We take from hope and despair, threads to weave a tapestry of such magnificence that the whole world will be awe-thank you for reminding us of our own fragility. Martha Ross DeWitt
The whole blue
by SUSANA ROBERTS
You spilt the whole blue
On my eyes
Like Honey sweetens
intoxicated jazmins
the humidities are penitent of love
And the verb is melting
with the flame
To the infinite ocean
I write Peace as I write sorrow
With the fire and the air
Pressed in my fist
this light is growing
like a Strong fight
Inside the hollow of the skin
coming over to my shoulder
Right now that I'm a flame
Of your body.
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