She says: “I write because I love the squares full and, at the same time, the armchair of the darkest corner of the house; I love birds and cockroaches and leafy plants; I love voices and smells; I love music and words (and the silence in between). I also write to explain what I read or hear from other people, to reflect, to point out my point of view or that of collectives who cannot write. Or I write as if I were playing a game in which the players are just the language and I, and that consists of speaking with everything and with everyone I do not reach with the voice”. Versets i cigarrets is a kind of anthology that includes the poems of Laia Malo, poet, musician and translator, and that the same poet will dress so that we realize that poetry is an act of rebellion against a world that condemns words.
Poetry is everything and it’s nothing. It’s a flower in a closed garden, a spit on the road, a sweet childhood memory, a knock on the table, a scream and a silence. And the Festival Alcools, since it was born in 2015, thanks to the impulse of the longed Hermann Bonnín and under the inspiration of Apollinaire, seeks to stage contemporary poetry with the help of the friends of poets, musicians, performers, artists, philosophers, and everyone who thinks that, today, the word has value.
There will be crises, wars, potholes, altercations, but there will always be a poet who, in the midst of chaos, will raise his voice to exclaim, like Sylvia Plath, who is possessed by a cry. ALCOOLS wants to be the shelter of words, of those who say and those who listen, a ceremony unique in times, as always, uncertain.