Ibrahim Honjo: Creativity is not the Only Purpose

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Creativity is not the only purpose on its own. An author seeks his work to live in people and with people as long as possible, to leave a mark on the time in which the author lives. An author believes in what he offers to the readers of his work. He lives with this faith. Poet Tatjana Debeljački interviewed eminent poet Ibrahim Honjo, exclusively for Different Truths.

Tatjana Debeljački: Generally speaking, what advice would you give us about author’s temptation? Please provide an example of “what not to do?”

Ibrahim Honjo: When writing, authors encounter a variety of temptations that can be helpful in writing or which disorient the author, taking him/her in the opposite direction. In any case, we need to write the way we feel at that moment so that we do not to lose the idea and the coming thoughts and get lost in the idea itself. What we do not write down is lost. This is a “luxury” which an author cannot and should not allow happening.

Everything we write needs to be left for some time to “age” and then it has to be re-done from time to time and improved. Personally, I work for 4-5 years on every book of poems. This means that I return to each poem several times as well as to each book as a whole until I make sure that it is how I want it. Even so, when the book sees the light of day, I discover that I did not write something in that period the way I would write it today. That is why a poem is never finished, although it is a reflection of the moment in which it was created.

Each poem must have a message and a lesson. You do not need to write a poem so that everything fits well, and then the readers would be right to ask what the poet wanted to say. A poem must not be wonderful to the ear and empty in the .

Tatjana Debeljački: Balance of scenery of desire and ambition, beauty “secret” of success?

Ibrahim Honjo: Desire is not a direct ruler of thought. An author wants and tends to write as good a poem as possible, to write and publish a book that readers will be happy to read. Some succeed in doing so, some less, and there are those who fail. The path to success does not depend only on an author, although it is the basis, but also on a publisher who recognises the quality and who is willing to invest in marketing that works, because without good marketing there is no success. In my opinion, there are no other special secrets of success. There are a number of subjective and objective circumstances. Today, the situation in the publishing industry is significantly different than it was 20 years ago. More and more publishers tend to make authors invest in their own work. The number of traditional publishers is decreasing from day to day. This led to hyperproduction. Books are more and more often self-published. We should not even talk about quality. Many books are published only because their authors thought it would make them rich, and in reality, only their publishers get rich, promoting self-publishing with the high cost of services paid by many authors who are trying to publish a book hoping that they will earn a lot of . The real truth is that they usually lose even ten thousand dollars in their publishing ventures. In the end, they realize that there is no profit, but that it’s still a nice feeling to have their own printed work in their hands. My personal ambition is to write and write. If one of them is published by a publisher someday, because my work is good and useful for other people, then it is a success. Therefore, the secret of success is in the high-quality educational work and the publisher’s commitment to launching exactly this work into life.

Tatjana Debeljački: Creation aims to leave a mark, the mark of faith in people and humanity, and this faith does not leave you?

Ibrahim Honjo: Of course, creativity is not the only purpose on its own. An author seeks his work to live in people and with people as long as possible, to leave a mark on the time in which the author lives. An author believes in what he offers to the readers of his work. He lives with this faith, but often during this author’s life his/her work is not noticed nor accepted by a broader circle of the reading audience. Many creations become famous after the death of an author, and some never, meaning that some authors failed to leave the desired mark on people as a gift. And yet they died believing in people and humanity and hoping that someday, somebody would still discover the value of their creation and give it life.

Do you express ease of writing, the dominance of passion and culmination?

Ibrahim Honjo: It is not easy to write in spite of the passion that the author feels in his writing. Writing is not just arranging letters, words, verses, and sentences into one whole. Writing is the lust for the love of creation, which fills every pore of author’s body. It is a combination of feelings and life pictures that need to be woven into a creation which is acceptable primarily to the author himself, and to readers, framing the passion of writing in order to reach the culmination we strive for, and reach our own imaginary citadel.

Tatjana Debeljački: On the wings of the , radiant empires remain in the curiosity of an author?

Ibrahim Honjo: An author’s curiosity has no limits. It differs from author to author. Every author has his/her own dazzling intimate empire in which he/she closes themselves trying to extract the tiniest and most beautiful threads and give them to readers, the way he/she feels and experiences it. How much the author will succeed in this depends on his/her creative abilities and knowledge.

Tatjana Debeljački: Do you feel that your writing process is continually evolving, or have you found a way for your memory to always readily work for you?

It is quite normal for the writing process to constantly evolve. Following my literary path, I noticed the progress of my creations. By writing, we actually learn to write and develop the writing process. This process starts with the first written verses or sentences and never stops as long as the author creates. Personally, I permanently seek and strive to perfect this process by nurturing such memory and keeping it ready to always be in line with my creativity.

Tatjana Debeljački: All were a little scared with insomnia in them?

Ibrahim Honjo: I would rather say that poets are afraid of themselves in their mind and that it causes insomnia that causes fear of a fall, but sometimes it helps them to write and sometimes it stops them. It is a fear of flying in the orbit of words, in which flying gets us to the final destination, a poem in which a poet can easily trip over his own words and break his wings if he does not ground himself/herself in time. So, we should know how to fly and ground ourselves on time.

Tatjana Debeljački: Who is Ibrahim Honjo, in a civilizational and also in the artistic sense of consciousness and conscience?

Ibrahim Honjo: Ibrahim (referring to himself) is in every way an ordinary man who persistently tries to describe himself in this world and this world in him through personal experiences and the experiences of others. He is a man who loves people and humanity regardless of skin color, nationality, and faith. A man who knows how to love and who strives for the idea that love rules the world or as the Bible says to love your neighbour and even your enemies. In my work, the theme is dominantly loved, and love is also sprinkled in every poem regardless of the theme of the poem. In 2010, I created a simple formula for love (LOVE + LOVE = LOVE). Unfortunately, I do not believe that this formula will come to life because there are many more people who cultivate hatred, which is not a characteristic of poets. A poet’s heart is wrapped in love, so I can rightly say that poets are angels of love and they are in large numbers.

Tatjana Debeljački: What inspires you most when writing?

Ibrahim Honjo: A poem is a description of a single moment that awakens by inspiration. The first written thought colours the moment of inspiration with different colors that I arrange according to and their similarities, interweaving them in poems. These have an inspirational character and lead me through the moment. Inspiration is not one-sided and it’s not the same with writing all poems. These are always different and they always move the world inside me, leaving me to the world in which I live.

Tatjana Debeljački: Have you ever been tempted to return and change your potential?

Ibrahim Honjo: The ability to create is different from poem to poem. Sometimes it is stronger, sometimes weaker, which depends on the strength of the inspiration caused by the accumulation of emotions. Inspiration depends on the motivation to write something, and motivation by the very subject that spontaneously imposed itself on me, or it is a product of a desire to write a poem about it or to write something else. Certainly, I return to my writing from time to time, and I try to change everything to the best of my ability.

Tatjana Debeljački: Do you enjoy with all senses with experience and passions of the gift?

Ibrahim Honjo: My gift of writing is innate. When I discovered this gift as a high school student, I began to nurture and develop it. Indeed, with every pore of my being, I enjoy turning my experience into a poem or some other creative form (story, aphorism, novel, painting, photography, sculpture), bringing all the passion of writing, and sharing this experience with people unselfishly. My greatest pleasure is when a reader writes a message to me and says that my poem “opened” his or her eyes and helped him or her to understand and explain some things that were not entirely clear and acceptable. It’s a really wonderful feeling and a great reward.

Tatjana Debeljački: What can we expect from you in the near future on the creative agenda?

Ibrahim Honjo: I have never specifically occupied myself with the future nor planned it because it is unpredictable. I’m trying to be objective and grounded, to remain in the framework of this day. Today is reality because it is here and it marks the time of the present. The future is close or distant, uncertain and unpredictable. It is just like a ray in my subconscious, as something that will come and become today. Desires are closely linked with today and with the future, even more with the future.

In the coming period I want to publish several books of poetry, a book of aphorisms, short stories and thoughts, a novel, “Some other pain and another laughter”,  to finish writing and publish my novel “Capitalism Yes, but …” and to re-write and re-publish my autobiography, which was published in 2011by one of the largest American publishers, “Publish America.”

to the gentleman with nice manners for an interview.

Thank you all for giving me the opportunity to share this with the public.

Here are six poems of Ibrahim, the copyright of these are with him.

Ode to Your Eyes

In your eyes the color of blue pearl, Rebecca

redfish swim as rubies

all the way from Jerusalem

this landscape reminds me of

a plantation of lilies in the Netherlands

 

in your eyes I sometimes see

the promise of a million cracked open skies

in them resting subtle honesty

and dormant sparks of love

that I want to flare up in a blaze of passion

 

in your eyes waves of the Adriatic waters

in them the white Krka waterfalls

in them, the waters of the Danube and Sava reflect

in them, the Plitvice Lakes

Atlantic, Pacific and the mighty Niagara Falls

 

your eyes exude a propagated smile

the morning dew and summer rain

illuminating the universe

and the infinite rainbows embracing the universe

from your eyes, a secret like a bird will rush out

 

I feel, there will be a cloudburst soon

and I will not be there to stop it

and spare your eyes from filling with tears Rebecca

 

all this will remain a big secret

upon which the birds daydream in their cages

 

They dream of your eyes, Rebecca

 

Way to Eden

I will knit a scarf for you

from the wind

and string together

a necklace of haze

 

I’ll make bracelets

of nocturnal shadows

 

I’ll make you a bed

of the moon phase

 

cover you with my glances

and wake you up in the sun’s rays

 

I’ll wash you with drops of dew

from the most beautiful and aromatic flowers

 

I’ll wrap you in the tender rhapsody

of my glistening silhouette  

 

we will walk in a fervent embrace

from here to Eden

 

Dreams that Changed Ana

I’ll trick you and take you to the North Pole, Ana

there I will look after you as little drops of water in my palm

there I’ll warm you up with love

I’ll make the most beautiful city of ice in all colors for us

and decorate it with crystal dreams

I will keep you away from all spells and all earthly evils

I’ll build you a big ice aquarium

with a million bluefish and a  million pearl shells

I’ll make sleds from carved ice crystals

and drag them around the North Pole

up to the big ice star

while you dream our dreams

and hide us in them secretly

 

all will envy us that we have found shelter

for the two of us in unfulfilled dreams

coming true in unrationed bites of Mahalla

that always

the playpen with large ice walls

that fire cannot melt

 

we’ll sail on ice floes

that float toward Newfoundland

we’ll play with penguins all night long

and eat fresh sea fruits

I will host the greatest earthly Ball

in your honor

once a month

we will dance with dolphins

and whisper to them the origin of life

in our undefined world

we will show them how we each other

until the ice under our feet becomes

beautiful crystal figurines

 

Ana, if you dream about me tonight

pretend I’m holding you in my arms and kissing you

on our yacht of blue ice crystals

while the sun goes down in your heart

I’ll bring you a handful of the most beautiful diamonds

hidden deep in the waters of Antarctica

and I will make the most unusual string of pearls for you

and dress your beautiful neck vividly

as I once did with oxeye daisies

I’ll teach you how easy it is to love me

in all seasons

in all the constellations

 

Ana you know I do not lie to you

Keep hiding in your dream…

the one I enjoy most

and have a beautiful life

because I cannot hide from it

cannot protect against all Mahalla’s dangers

life is too short to allow it to dissipate around Mahalla

but those dreams with you are something else

 

something that could outlive even myself

The Oldest Cypress in Mahalla

 

I will not talk about the bey Karađoz

nor of the fountains in my backyard

I’ll show you the oldest cypress in the world

we will sit and kiss at his roots

branched in all possible directions

we will hide in our glances

 

Cicadas will sing their famous song to us

we’ll listen and learn the history written in stone

others will invent it and retell it

the way it should sound

right for them

altering facts about everything

 

do not be surprised if they accuse us

of treason and declare us heretics

 

continue to love me

 

the fact is

our cypress is strong and steady

I wish you and I to be like the cypress

and following consistently

united we’d grow tall

to reach the stars

Legend about my Grandfather  

 

My grandfather, whom I do not remember

has never had a fiddle

has never seen a piano

yet he played both at the same time

 

with a pitchfork, he played the violin

with a hoe, he chose the notes on the piano

he played better than Mozart and Beethoven

 

while playing he enjoyed invisible walls

in an imaginary castle

with him, African and South American parrots were singing

deer and rattlesnakes were dancing the waltz

and Native Americans synchronized smoke signal rhythms

with each note

spreading peace on the planet

 

he taught his four hundred goats and three hundred sheep

to sing in the choir

when he played love songs

that he composed

picking pumpkins in the fall

and making brandy the first days of winter

 

about my grandfather the legend said

bears and lions smoked the peace pipe

and drank water from the same source

 

my grandfather was the first minstrel in Mahalla

also the first pianist and violinist

he played the violin that he made

out of the one maple tree that grew in front of our house

just to keep alive peace on the planet

 

so he made the biggest bridge between continents

that no one has ever used out of spite

they say when my grandfather shouted

from the top of the mountain

the world’s army lined up in an instant

and paid respect to those who they murdered

in a sign of support, my grandfather hugged his sweetheart

and kissed her until the apples didn’t bloom in Mahalla

and peace with peace did not fertilize in peace

 

Inferno

 

They danced, ate, drank, sang

I broke my own hands

broke my own feet

plucked my hair and ears

scratched my face

broke everything that was mine

eventually, I gouged my eyes out

took out my heart

and threw it in front of raging beasts

and allowed it to sweeten

 

I gave them all my insane blood

quenched their thirst

they were greedy and dirty

as small starving children

after a chocolate dessert

and it wasn’t enough to them

they wanted my bones too

 

naked and without a soul

that part of me was strong

and laughed at their greed

 

insanely, creepy in one single cry

Mahalla has turned into an echo

beasts have turned into balls

rolled down side streets

 

my skeleton has become an unruly scarecrow

so I stopped this madness

 

Mahalla was finally breathing more easily

and I peacefully drifted away to sleep

then woke up from this

and declared it Honjo’s inferno
©Tatjana Debeljački

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Tatjana Debeljacki

Tatjana Debeljacki writes poems, short stories, stories, and haiku. She is a member of the Association of Writers of Serbia, UKS, since 2004. She is in the Haiku Society of Serbia; is the deputy editor of ‘Diogen’, and editor of the magazine, ‘Poeta’.

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