Carmen Neamtu & Ioan Matiut

 

 

CARMEN NEAMTU,

Journalist

 

 

and  

 

 

IOAN MATIUT,

 

Writer & EDITOR

 

 

ROMANIA

 

 

 

Can we say that the poetry is in

 

 woman’s hand?

 

 

 

Poet rooted in the reality of whom he has found its profitable side, successful entrepreneur, currently single, generous, great speedster, Ioan Matiuţ is our guest in a nonconventional interview about poet, muses, passed, assumed, marking experiences.

 

 

Ioan Matiut, do you agree with Borges: do we feel the poem like we feel the presence of a woman?

 

It is said that behind every strong man, there is woman. Why wouldn’t she accompany the fantasies of a poet? Borges suggests maybe that the poem is exclusively the privilege of men, that woman has not access to the profoundness of the poetry but as a muse. Can I not believe them?

 

So, poetry and woman go hand in hand?

 

The womanhood is the source of poetry and the most precious gift for a woman. When she loses it, she has nothing else left. She cannot be a man, and she is no longer woman…there are texts written also about these creatures, full of pornographic language, vulgarities, obscenities. We can say that the poetry is in woman’s hand.

 

And what is the poetry like for you? Is it like a faithful wife, like a whimsical mistress, like a fiery young lady, is it impossible to satisfy, you can’t have enough of it?

 

The poetry can be like a faithful wife, a whimsical mistress or a fiery young lady. But all these cannot become poetry without a given poet. As poets are on the verge of extinction, hurry up, girls!

 

Do you contradict the cliché with the dreamy poet, with no inclination towards pragmatism, moony, thoughtless, in his own world? You are also a prosper business man; you have your own house of publishing.

 

The poet and the business man hardly ever meet, and when they do, it comes out poetry in business and business in poetry. I handle a pretty happy duplicity where each one minds his own business. I have invented the business man because of the necessity to offer myself independence and a certain comfort. It is time consuming, possessive and I hope I can dispense with him before he dispenses with me. I mean with the poet.

 

If I would say: my favorite book is the credit card!

 

I would answer: mine is the Land Registry. You can stand on your own land.

 

Which is your favorite book?

 

It would be simple and comfortable for me to name and to comment a certain book. I though risk an exercise of sincerity (even if it sounds like a cliché) and I say that the most important book for me is the one that I write.

 

Do you confirm the idea that a writer who is in love never lacks inspiration?

 

The feelings are the essence of the poem. That is why the poet is always in love with the woman, the nature, the objects, I mean, everything that incites feelings. In fact, I think that there are two ways of writing poetry; comfortable, by parasitizing some consumed experiences or by assuming some direct experiences, taking all the risks. That is why genuine poets have tragic destinies.

 

Which category do you belong to?

 

I hope I belong to the second category.

 

Shall I dare asking you what is the muse of the poet Ioan Matiuţ like?

 

It is whimsical and very jealous, especially on the women of my life.  It destroys them and it destroys me. It is a combination of eternal feminine, life, death, void (does it resemble any woman?) which popularizes my frames of mind and which reveals to me in a countless of hypothesis. It makes me happy, sad, and endless. Sometimes I can call it by its name.

 

In all this place that we’ve spun today, populated with muses, inspiration, creative sweat, what kind of experiences touched you, by changing you noticeably, as a man and as a writer?

 

The first odd experience was that I was born and then seven days later my breath stopped a few minutes, I got bruised and everybody said I had died. But as I was planning to give everyone rough time, I soon came to my senses, to the surprise of everybody. Then, at 12 years old, in the canton from the bank of Crisu Negru River, where I used to spend my holidays, in a night I scared a cow which hit me with the hoofs in the head. I stayed passed out long time to the desperation of my father who was looking for me. I woke up in another world, where new things unveiled before my eyes, overburdened by its oddity and its thrilling transparency. At 20 years old I deserted from the army and I also abandoned some women but I never abandoned poetry. Some years ago, God showed me how is like dealing with the devil by involving me in the exorcization of a girl in a monastery. At Paris I lived a déjà vu with a woman in black for whom I fought in a duel and I died on the banks of Seine, in the era of Dumas. But I don’t want to risk and ruin the comfort of the reader of this interview, dragging him into the infinity of my troubling existence. I leave this privilege to those who read my poems.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

______________________________

Carmen Neamţu, Ph.D. is currently holding a chair at the Faculty of Humanistic and Social Sciences – Journalism at „Aurel Vlaicu” state University of Arad, Romania.

 

Co-authored the Handbook for Journalism, Polirom, 2009 and New Media Structure. Journalism: insider or Outsider, Ankara Universitesi, 2005.

Member of the editorial board of the Professional Association of Writers`s Journal, ARCA, member of the Romanian Association of Professional Journalists, of the Association of Training Experts in Journalism and Communication.

 

Volumes published:

Limbajul publicitar, Mirador, 2002.

Stilul publicitic, Mirador, 2004.

Limbă şistil în presa scrisă, Mirador, 2007.

Convorbiri cu vedere la microfon. Arta interviului. Chipuri şi moduri, Mirador, 2009.

 

Contact: Mucius Scaevola Str., Bl. S3-2, sc.B, ap.4, ARAD, Cod: 3101107, Romania

Phone: 00+4-0745.82.17.28

Articles similaires

Tags

Partager