Friday, 20 February 2009

The world of the mother and the lines of pain

(About the poetry of Medije Vraniqi)

By Fatmir Terziu

The world of the mother and lines of pain are elements that are often encountered in Albanian poetry. They are elements, which by the ‘female’ nature of the poems, created by poets, Albanian mothers, resonate feelings and make the poems beautiful presentations of Albanian literature. That which Albanian poet Iliriana Sulkuqi expressed, is relevant here: “Poetry written by Albanian female poets has its genesis in the lullabies sung by mothers, wedding songs, and even wails of pain. Female poets have always been much closer than male poets to turn these experiences into art. Poetry flows from the least visible cells of the soul, like an indisputable autochthon. Robert Elsie, in one of his latest declarations for the BBC expressed that: “I have always wanted to present Albanian literature in full, and I feel that Albanian literature is at its best in the field of poetry. Amazingly I have to say that for us westerners, poetry is distal, we do not read it much, while in the Albanian world, it is the centre of literature.” This finding, of the knowledgeable in Albanian literature, Elsie, also reinforces the saying of Albanian poet Dritëro Agolli: “Poetry springs from the poets and remains with them.” Similar to this but with a wider sense is postulate of Xhevahir Spahiu, “Now that I'm alive, poetry comes to me, tomorrow when I’m no longer, I will go to my poetry.”
So among all of these opinions on poetry, and its connection to the Albanian creative environment, that which stands out the most is the fact that poetry derives from the poetic nature of people, or as Flora Nikolla says “with real poetry a person lives even when there is sadness, but also joy in spirit. In poetry you find a warm corner for yourself ... but this time in symphony verse.” Does this not apply to Medije Vraniqi’s poetry? Her line “Vetëm një çast… Bijezo…” (Only one moment… Daughter…), talks about an emotional parallel, about a line that stems from the pain of a mother for her daughter, from the beatings of the heart for part of her herself that is lost. This feeling can be read in her verse, as can the tears that are instilled in memory, and the connection that serves as the emotional stimulus can be seen in the lines, as well as the human strength, which survives under the weight of the poetic verses.
In fact, even he who does not know the fate of a flower pulled out accidentally, even he who has not experienced the scene, explained in Vraniqi’s verses, finds the strength to understand that A Mother’s Tear is an inextinguishable Beacon, it is an expensive diamond that is cooked in the mother’s and is fed with her endless blood. In the tear you can read the concern, advice, wisdom, and power, but also the challenge of pain. Moving from poem to poem, this challenge can be easily seen. A challenge covered in emotions and the feelings of a mother, a challenge that cuts itself deep in Vraniqi's heart. Not least, Nikolla further added: “at the end of the day, poetry is more than a set language, it is more than aesthetics, poetry is a song that hurts the spirit...(!) That which a poem holds within itself is the reality understood and provided in its cleanest and most honest form.” Naum Prifti also expresses himself powerfully in his statement about this point: “Medije Vraniqi’s poetic volume expresses the feelings of a wounded heart from the unexpected and untimely loss of her eldest daughter, the lovely and unforgettable Valona. The poems of this collection filled with tears, pain and the insatiable longing for the girl, would be welcomed by readers, and broken-hearted mothers will especially find an echo of their experiences in the poems, as will sisters and grandmothers who have suffered the loss of a loved one in their youth, as the Vraniqi family has. Without a condolence for their loss, they cry every time they are reminded, and whisper to themselves.” Drenusha Zajmi Hoxha reinforces the point by adding: “The poet [Vraniqi] comes across with the love of a mother emptied into the verses, making us all read and experience every word of every verse with deep feelings, just as they are written.” So, naturally, among these descriptions from literary people, this poetry, which has sprouted out of the female body in a volcanic explosion of pain, is an everlasting bouquet of posies that remain fresh in the memory, among friends, among the never-ending travels of life, covering oceans, seas and skies like messengers for the pain of the mighty-spirited Mother. And here, a mother’s world, a heart that beats and beats non-stop, and is felt beyond the ocean, covered in the description of the verses.

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