Hi
Laura,
I'm
very pleased that you agreed to be interviewed.
Firstly, I would like to ask you how
your passion for writing arose. At what age did you start writing
with a certain awareness of what you were doing? What and why did you
write?
I
started writing when I was 14. I attended several competitions and won some. At
the time I
wrote to
express my feelings, but I had
no
awareness of the power of the word. I went on writing for years, but
I believe I developed
such an awareness
in 2012 when I opened my definitive blog.
Aside from natural improvement, have
you noticed a development in your style and aims over the years? Has
there ever been an occasion when you read something you had written
and said to yourself: “This is it, I did it. Now I only have to
keep writing like this”?
Over
time my style has changed a lot. Slowly I refused classical poetry and
began
to focus on mental images. When I am able to capture one of these
images,
I think I’ve got the result.
Whilst
a lot of poems deal with the portrait of a single moment, short
stories tend to depict a particular event. It seems to me that your
writings are halfway between the two genres as they represent a
series of moments connected by unpredictable and startling
associations. How would you define your writings?
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Prose poems? Poetic short stories?
Mental polaroid pictures, definitely.
Would you like to tell us more about
your writing process? How does it usually happen?
It’s
not something
habitual.
I am used to surround myself with beauty as I am an artist in
the way I live.
I study art, I watch art movies, I listen to quality music. All of
these inputs are necessary to translate simple feelings into images.
Through
my
poetry I
try to
use
art to represent a
human
state of mind.
How often do you write and how long
does it take you to polish a writing? When do you know that it's
“finished” and ready to be published?
It’s immediate. I start, I write, and
it’s done. No refining.
Lastly,
I would like to ask you to share one of your writings with us.
I HAPPEN
These are separate lanes, flavorless
liquids, brittle cold. Screw together to survive, marry an
anticipation and have children, crippled. This is a clean space, it
has no hair, no odor. It's an aimless memory, without pride, a whole.
My heart throbs like the accent of a language that doesn't own me.
Quit saying to grow mark, washing away to become presence. Hunger is
in my bed, young whore, she doesn't know she's departing. I oversee
empty rooms, no rest. I happen.
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Interested in knowing more about Laura Fortin?
Check out her official website:
https://www.laurafortin.it/***
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