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School of Nature

PĒTERS BRŪVERIS – LICHENBEARD.  (born 24.04.1957. – died 07.2011.)

That is how we, the Nature Concerthall team refer to him. It comes from the story that Pēters himself wove for the Graphis scripta event in 2009. His was the story of a poet, Lichenbeard, who left markings on the trunks of alder, maple and hazelnut trees and which, over the years were covered in these strange patterns….
Pēters’ poetry was not the cravings of a lonely poet to mitigate himself. He was able to listen to and conform to people and nature. Within this symbiosis a language evolved which never again will be alone. He was a translator for nature to a language people could understand.
And thus, step by step, from the very beginning of Nature Concerhall Pēters Brūveris established Nature’s literature for the event – gave it content which he found from speaking and listening to the scientists, musicians and Nature. Pēters showed us the link which connects and unites us all in a uniform thought. It was a new story, a new poem, that charged the Nature Concerhall with a creative form of expression never seen or heard before – a symbiosis between the pragmatic and emotional worlds.

Although Pēters Brūveris – Lichenbeard has left this world, he is among us in each and every Nature Concerhall event to this day. He is pushing the clouds and sending his pupils to continue the work he began. Pēters could infuse screams and love when he read (lived?!) his own poetry. There was no in between! He was translated by Lithuanians, he himself translated Turks and always loved his own Latvian language and was in awe of how it managed to survive the test of time and influence of many different cultures. We believe that is how he continues, with a kind-hearted, humouristic sneer, to continue to be in wonderment.