Friday, November 6, I presented Without shelter library Mondadori di Vicenza. My friend Gianni, who was in the front row, I wrote this thinking.
Hello Stefano
A thought on the evening of Friday, November 6, 2009
At this point I am only interested to know what to believe and should not be poetry.
not do politics or political power, not a religion or religious power. It is not sentimentality but flesh and flesh is born crying.
Poetry comes from inner suffering, as schizophrenia, manic search times, that it can become and beauty (if it is true that this alone will save us). The poet is a craftsman of the word, that word that sometimes, as I said, struggling to find themselves and then you have to wait for, but by going to meet. I believe that poetry should not stand anywhere or be a party. Of any color, black or red or white. Comparison is with the things of the world itself, and especially with yourself. The poem is almost a state of trans, (these days, obviously not confusion), rather a state of wonder and ecstasy. The craftsman of the word reaches something that will never be satisfied. And yet try again to write, assemble disassemble, smooth putting together and writing life, love and death in different ways, with all the ensuing complications: pain, love for poetry and for themselves.
it follows in this cataclysmic event, yes! that God is dead. We do not need more.
And the poem is serious and what should I believe that it is better not to know the effect that when someone or someone finds out ends. This is to reiterate the constant search to be made. It would be trite to say that it's almost like a woman who never ceases to know, especially when it's love for her. But it is also important to know that is a mutual thing that makes you feel something good.
Good weekend
Hello thanks.
Gianluigi
on Blanc found some of his poems.
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