Anno 2020, 80 pp.
ISBN 978-88-3617-061-6
Un io attraversa organicamente ogni poesia misurandosi con testi amati e assimilati, del passato e del presente, in un cammino di sicure incertezze che diventano certe nel processo di scrittura.
Cinque sezioni comprendono cinque tappe di un itinerario che esplora un inventario tematico in cui vi sono anche versi aggiunti in ricercato disordine, citazioni da canzonieri, ricalchi, fino alla lunga considerazione finale di una vita in esilio domestico tessuta di microscritture per ricordare, nell'impossibilità di accordare il mondo, una Natura come in un quadro metafisico di de Chirico, fra distruzione e rinascita.
My favorite line from each.
To say per se forgetfulnesses finally
absent-mindednesses
today’s meagre dictation
cemetery of grammatical fossils
the library crashes in the wrong direction
in this tearful circus
hidden from the gaze of strangers
still I must keep silence
an imaginary archive
the dark side of logic
the hiding place at the foot of the bed
rhymes scattered in a shopping list
en-chanted melodies
beware of orderly minds
landscape manifesto of inconsistency
empty words set to memory
I thicken in thoughts
I make my own anatomy
Let me suggest a stretch into fullest summer
Raving off the beaten path
Deep curdling of matter
Inverse and strange encounters of verses and memories
If my scattered rhymes seem excessive I don’t care
Everything has its place in oblivion
I write in imaginary slang
To find a new style
Writing only to please myself
Hopeful buzz of whining voices
Miracle mirror to escape from death
Lucid reckoning of chance – he who hopes is crazy
Listless traces linger
But the style is broken, dried up
The day feeds on what it omits to say
Ecstasy of things already spoken
Slow construction of meaning
An off-kilter moment
Let’s be done with forms
Retrograde anacyclic verses
Dissolute dilated elliptical shadow
Afternoon ghosts that bite in infernal confusion
I hide my self-portrait in the kitchen next to the roast
The sound of a silent audience
If it is the artist who makes the choices, what’s left for the spectator?
Infrasubtle listening
Working on the margins of the composition
Numbers to calculate biscuits
Shelf life lengthened by a position slightly out of reach
Microscopic listening
Escape permanent connection
Hide without a trace in absence of words
The dissonant chord of the world
In this domestic exile, like a distant echo, I hear “goat songs,” the silence of peoples.
The leftover noise of a city that has gone back to being nature
da "L'Immaginazione" n.325