Although he feminism is not a one day thing, March 8 is feminism day. Every year, On 8M the streets are dressed in purple, sorority becomes the most used word. And art… art always accompanies feminism. As Carmen Hernández explains in ‘The feminine in art: a form of knowledge’, since the seventies the feminine has assumed “a conscious posture”, added to the vindication struggles in the social field. Among other things, feminist art “has contributed to recovering peripheral expressive forms” and, at the same time, “has warned about the non-neutrality of language and artpointing out their marks of gender, ethnicity, sexuality and social class”.
In all fields of art we can see and live feminism. In music, with more and more feminist songs that have made her one of the main allies of the movement – such as ‘Zorra’, the song that represents Spain in Eurovision and that many non-allies have not known how to interpret, despite its easy reading-. But not only music is an ally of feminism. Also poetry can be. That is why at laSexta.com we have compiled seven feminist poems to add to the demands of this 8M or any other.
‘As then, as always’
Come the righteous of action and omission,
the clean in soul,
those whose hands are dirty from digging foundations;
let them come, as then, as always,
the tribe poet and the cook
of the forces of the martyrs,
those of the exact word,
those of the quick hug,
come,
come apprentices of the same and admired teachers,
unknown companions of similar struggles,
the prophets,
the insulted,
the innocent,
come the other women of the heart of the man I love,
first to save if this ship sinks,
the impossible comrades of insomnia
with whom we passionately discuss the slight nuances of the improbable,
come
those of you who share the dream and the hardships that the dream brings
come
as then, as always,
come sisters of the abyss and the sprouts:
that the sky is pregnant with a black omen
and whether to overcome it or to fall
We better be close.
💜Laura Casielles [Pola de Siero, Asturias (España), 1986]
Untitled (Poets for the right to legal abortion)
My body is not your body
my body is not your house
neither thing nor propaganda
not even your new accessory
my body is not a decoration
It is not a backdrop
It is neither a vessel nor a mannequin.
nor mirror where your reflection shines
my body doesn’t want to stay home
much less be a temple in silence
my body is not programmed, it is not legislated
He does not hide, he is not an escort
my body does not clean it does not erase
the footprints of your boots
does not hide in a meeting
my body explodes smile screams
invents pierced question is unleashed
it dissolves it recomposes it dreams
I will decide
when can you come in
if one day something
You can stay
to live there.
💜Barbara Ali [Buenos Aires (Argentina), 1986]
‘I’m just a woman’
I’m just a woman and that’s enough,
with having a goat, a tartana
a ‘bless God’ in the morning
and a monkey on the box.
I would like to have been a draftsman,
or delusional sensitive Sappho
and here I am,
that I am a loss
meanwhile mangant.
I say this to everyone who reads me,
I wanted to be captain, without any weapon,
deposit my verses on the moon
and an astronaut stepped on my idea.
For PEACE in those worlds I wanted to be a trafficker
-they stopped me on the road
I am just a woman, of complete integrity,
I’m just a woman and that’s enough.
💜 Gloria Fuertes [Madrid (España), 1917-1998]
‘I am a woman’
I am a woman. And an endearing warmth shelters me when
the world hits me. Is he heat from others
womenof those who made life this
sensitive corner, fighter, with soft skin and
Warrior heart.
💜 Alejandra Pizarnik [Avellaneda (Argentina), 1936 – Buenos Aires (Argentina), 1972]
‘The benevolent ones’
the benevolent must be beautiful
with her white lilies in her hands and her shoulders
scattered with pain
beautiful they must be the ones who carry the fury inside
the storm in the eyes
inside the glass fresh water
inside the belly they carry the benevolent ones
all the rage and blood of the disillusioned
the washed out
the white ones the colorless
the dead the killed
the frightened mothers
all the pain all the verses
of the unblemished summer of red moons
inside the wind belly
nail hurricane carry inside
the benevolent
💜 Eva Gallud [Madrid (España), 1973]
‘I want to apologize’
I want to apologize to all the women I have called beautiful
before I’ve called them intelligent or brave.
I’m sorry I made it sound like though
something as simple as what you’re born with
is all you have to be proud of
when you have broken mountains with your wit.
From now on I will say things like
you are resilient, or you are extraordinary
not because I don’t think you’re beautiful
but because i need you to know
you are more than that.
Spanish translation:
I want to apologize to all women
which I have called pretty
before calling them smart or brave.
I’m sorry if I made it sound complicated.
something as simple as what you are born with,
It’s what you should be most proud of.
like when you have crushed mountains with your ingenuity.
From now on, I’m going to say things
like you are resilient or you are extraordinary
not because I think you’re not pretty,
but because you have to know
that you are much more than that.
💜 Rupi Kaur [Punjab (India), 1992]
‘The land of fire’
They arrived white as a snowy peak.
With your shining hands
They locked the sheep in pens
and they killed us,
also ten by ten.
They sounded like a guanaco stampede
their rifles and their tongues alike.
They offered one pound sterling
for each of our ears, hand, foot.
They invited us to wine
‒to seal peace, they said‒
and when we were drunk
They just started shooting.
Those who were not hit by bullets
the disease caught them
that they dragged with them
‒snake hiss when breathing‒.
Now only I am left.
My name is Angela Lioj
and the world ends in me.
💜 Olalla Castro [Granada (España), 1979]
Source: Lasexta
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