Poetry that frees the soul (with English subtitles) | Cristina Domenech


Translator: Sebastian Betti
Reviewer: Gisela Giardino It’s said that to be a poet you have to go to hell and back. The first time I visited the prison, I was not surprised by the noise
of the padlocks, or the closing doors,
or the cell bars, or by any of the things
I had imagined. Maybe because the prison
is in a quite open space. You can see the sky. Seagulls fly overhead,
and you feel like you’re next to the sea, that you’re really close to the beach. But in fact, the gulls are looking
for food in the dump near the prison. I went farther inside and I suddenly saw
inmates moving across the corridors. Then it was as if I stepped back
and thought that I could have very well been
one of them. If I had another story,
another context, different luck. Because nobody – nobody –
can choose where they’re born. In 2009, I was invited to join a project that San Martín National University
conducted at the Unit 48 penitentiary, to coordinate a writing workshop. The prison service ceded some land
at the end of the prison, which is where they constructed
the University Center building. The first time I met with the prisoners, I asked them why they were asking
for a writing workshop and they told me they wanted
to put on paper all that they couldn’t say and do. Right then I decided that I wanted poetry
to enter the prison. So I said to them
why don’t we work with poetry, if they knew what poetry was. But nobody had a clue
what poetry really was. They also suggested to me that the workshop should be
not just for the inmates taking university classes,
but for all the inmates. And so I said
that to start this workshop, I needed to find a tool
that we all had in common. That tool was language. We had language, we had the workshop.
We could have poetry. But what I hadn’t considered
was that inequality exists in prison, too. Many of the prisoners hadn’t even
completed grammar school. Many couldn’t use cursive,
could barely print. They didn’t write fluently, either. So we started looking for short poems. Very short, but very powerful. And we started to read, and we’d read
one author, then another author, and by reading such short poems,
they all began to realize that what the poetic language did
was to break a certain logic, and create another system. Breaking the logic of language
also breaks the logic of the system under which they’ve learned to respond. So a new system appeared, new rules that made them
understand very quickly, – very quickly – that with poetic language they would be able to say
absolutely whatever they wanted. It’s said that to be a poet
you have to go to hell and back. And they have plenty of hell.
Plenty of hell. One of them once said:
“In prison you never sleep. You can never sleep in jail.
You can never close your eyelids.” And so, like I’m doing now,
I gave them a moment of silence, then said,
“That’s what poetry is, you guys. It’s in this prison universe
that you have all around you. Everything you say
about how you never sleep, it exudes fear. All the things that go unwritten —
all of that is poetry.” So we started appropriating that hell; we plunged ourselves, headfirst,
into the seventh circle. And in that seventh circle of hell,
our very own, beloved circle, they learned that they could
make the walls invisible, that they could make the windows yell, and that we could hide inside the shadows. When the first year
of the workshop had ended, we organized a little closing party, like you do when a job is done
with so much love, and you want to celebrate with a party. We called family, friends,
the university authorities. The only thing the inmates
had to do was read a poem, and receive their diplomas and applause. That was our simple party. The only thing I want to leave you with is the moment in which those men, some of them just huge
when standing next to me, or the young boys – so young,
but with an enormous pride, held their papers and trembled
like little kids and sweated, and read their poems with their
voices completely broken. That moment made me think a lot that for most of them,
it was surely the very first time that someone applauded them
for something they had done. In prison there are things
that can’t be done. In prison, you can’t dream.
In prison, you can’t cry. There are words that are virtually
forbidden, like the word “time,” the word “future,” the word “wish”. But we dared to dream, and to dream a lot. We decided
that they were going to write a book. Not only did they write a book,
but they also bound it themselves. That was at the end of 2010. Then, we doubled the bet
and wrote another book. And we bound that one, too. That was a short time ago,
at the end of last year. What I see week after week, is how they’re turning
into different people; how they’re being transformed. How words are empowering them
with a dignity they had never known, that they couldn’t even imagine. They had no idea such dignity
could come from them. At the workshop, in that beloved hell
we share, we all give something. We open our hands and hearts and give
what we have, what we can. All of us;
all of us equally. And so you feel that at least
in a small way you’re repairing
that huge social fracture which makes it so that for many of them, prison is their only destination. I remember a verse
by a tremendous poet, a great poet, from our Unit 48 workshop,
Nicolás Dorado: “I will need an infinite thread
to sew up this huge wound.” Poetry does that; it sews up
the wounds of exclusion. It opens doors.
Poetry works as a mirror. It creates a mirror, which is the poem. They recognize themselves,
they look at themselves in the poem and write from who they are,
and are from what they write. In order to write, they need to appropriate
the moment of writing which is a moment
of extraordinary freedom. They have to get into their heads,
search for that bit of freedom that can never be taken away
when they write and that is also useful
to realize that freedom is possible even inside a prison, and that the only bars we have
in our wonderful space is the word “bars,” and that all of us in our hell
burn with happiness when we light the wick of the word. (Applause) I told you a lot about the prison,
a lot about what I experience every week, and how I enjoy it
and transform myself with the inmates. But you don’t know how much I’d like it if you could feel, live, experience,
even for a few seconds, what I enjoy every week
and what makes me who I am. (Applause) Martín Bustamante:
The heart chews tears of time; blinded by that light, it hides the speed of existence where the images go rowing by. It fights; it hangs on. The heart cracks under sad gazes, rides on storms that spread fire, lifts chests lowered by shame, knows that it’s not just reading
and going on, it also wishes to see the infinite blue. The heart sits down to think about things, fights to avoid being ordinary, tries to love without hurting, breathes the sun,
giving courage to itself, surrenders, travels toward reason. The heart fights among the swamps, skirts the edge of the underworld, falls exhausted, but won’t give in
to what’s easy, while irregular steps of intoxication wake up, wake the stillness. I’m Martín Bustamante, I’m a prisoner in Unit 48 of San Martín, today is my day of temporary release. And for me, poetry and literature
have changed my life. Thank you very much! Cristina Domenech: Thank you! (Applause)

40 thoughts on “Poetry that frees the soul (with English subtitles) | Cristina Domenech

  1. I was live during this talk and it was amazing, I cried. <3 thanks TEDx Rio de la Plata! 

  2. I didn't expect to cry. Words are powerful indeed and poetry allows you to construct them in such a way that when you read/listen to it, it feels like you are receiving a piece of the author's heart. I'm so proud of the man for his performance. And I'm so happy to see the woman bring about a positive change. We need more of this.

  3. the first line of the poem…I knew it was going to be good. "The heart chews the tears of time" Beautiful poem.

  4. I don't understand the need or the fascination of so called poetry. For me it's just an overly complex way of encrypting things that can be said way clearer in prose.

  5. La  poesia, es  desde que nacemos nuestra madre es nuestra hermosa poesia, nos arrulla , nos canta y dice bendito es el fruto que llevo  en mi vientre mi hermosa MIA QUERIDA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  6. LA POESIA  ES EL ROMANTICISMO QUE PONEMOS EN ELLA, ES EL HILO QUE COSEMOS DE NUESTRAS VIDAS FUERA Y DENTRO DE LA CARCEL, Y EN LA CARCEL SUFRIMOS MUCHO PORQUE FUIMOS SENTENCIADOS X MUCHOS ANOS Y ESTA HERRAMIENTA DE LA POESIA ES MUY IMPORTANTE PORQUE ABRIMOS NUESTRA MENTE, CUERPO Y CORAZON Y ESTAMOS ARREPENTIDOS DE LO QUE HEMOS ECHO, LA POESIA ES EL REFUGIO HUMANO DONDE ESCRIBIMOS LO QUE SENTIMOS Y ESCRIBIMOS NUESTRA PROPIA POESIA 2015!!!

  7. I LOVE YOU POET I LOVE YOU THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  8. THE POET IS LIFE & LIVE ARGENTINA, THE POET IS INSPIRATION, THE SUCESS IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  9. LA POESIA Y LA LITERATURA LE CAMBIARON SU VIDA ESO ES CONSTRUCCION HUMANA POSITIVA 2015

  10. Roses are Red,
    Violets are Purple,
    Sugar is Sweet.
    and I Love You as much as      Maple Surple.

    Bah ha h a ha ha ha haha hahahahhah

  11. Prison is a very peculiar environment and men with the most varied of backgrounds, political beliefs, and attitudes to captivity have to live extremely close to one another. then, you have the prison officers, the various governors, the probation / education and medical staff. a colourful, and sometimes very volatile, mix with which I have learned to come to terms.

    – V.V.

  12. "La poesía es un espejo.
    Se reconocen.
    Escriben desde lo que son,
    Y, son desde lo que escriben".

  13. This was really great, very touching story. Poetry can indeed bring freedom to the mind/heart

  14. WOW!! All I can say is, WOOOWW!! That was incredible. How profoundly powerful and beautiful!

  15. Thanks for sharing this TEDx and the story about the people that we can't see. Great work is making Cristina. 

  16. Having an education, no matter how rudimentary or advance it is, widens your horizon and it can be life changing.

  17. Within the first words I payed all attention. Mid speech i found myself crying. As the video ended I wiped tears from my face and applauded. I was enlisted to join the Marine Core when I was 18 and a fight between a never and I escalated and I was sent to jail. The Core rejected my enlistment after that. My dream since 5 years old was to be a soldier of my nation. A marine. After that year in jail my life changed. I took the other road. Getting into drugs and gangs. But see since a boy I was enamored with Poetry. My best poems came from the prison of my heart and in the prison of my world were set free. I was 18 when i first went to jail. 5 years later i changed my life. Found the love of Christ and began to serve Him as best i could. 5 months after i gave my life to the Lord i was sent to prisom for a crime i had done when i was 19. Thats where I learned the horrors of that place. WHAT WE (AMERICANS) especially do to our prison population is horrible. we destroy these mens hearts souls and hopes. make them into evil subhumans and then make money of them by incarcerating them longer with no rehabilitation snd using them for cheap labor. It is slavery to its fullest meaning. I wasnt intending on watcjing this video but by Gods good grace I ran into this and was so touched by the power of this beautiful ladys testimony. We need to rethink the way we criminalize our fellow man and what we considee as punishment is inhumane! !

  18. omg. thats a fantastic TED talk. WOW! As a poet, I relate to the power and inspiration of this video. Thank you.

  19. I know a song that is perfect to the situation she explains: "Soy libre porque pienso" from Calle 13

  20. Qué emocionante momento, me sentí totalmente identificada, aunque no esté presa de manera física muchas veces me siento prisionera de situaciones y otras hasta de mi vida. Escuchar todo esto me da fuerzas para pensar en una libertad creada por mi, que gracias a la poesía espero ser curada de todo es que reprime y desalienta. Excelente trabajo

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