Sguardo di transito (Glancing through)

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Saturday, October 20, 2007

A poem

Paternally: seventh. A note. The setting of these poems is a part of Italy which was famous for the breeding of silkworms.Women were employed at home in the knitting of the so called merletti (laces), and in tailoring, in particular very expensive wedding dresses. At the end of the poem there is a... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 19, 2007

Poetry

Paternally: sixth. The separating wire fencing protects your run out of the play field. The match is on the other side, useless is the chance that goes by beside. His plot is a stretching thread then recomposing in a design: from the corner is a flight like a big smiling rainbow… but the play field... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Poetry

Paternally: fifth. As a dried up cloud contracts Loosing strips in the sky, so the joust of a dress weakens in the vortix of a wind blow. The face of everlasting child unties in shadow and dream, the stroke lightly marked becomes inner sign and arcane finger pointing at a goal… I know this anxiety... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry

Quotation. In the sand the child is digging a solitary shallop is swinging in his thoughts… the void swallows up his breath ……………………… Threaten on the escaping men an old legend: perhaps the insect will build again… Citazione Scava nella sabbia il bambino solitaria scialuppa oscilla nei suoi... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Poetry

Scratch the windows winterly anguishes behind the barrier of transparence distorted dreams… lucid first signs Rigano le finestre angosce invernali: dietro la barriera di trasparenza distorti sogni… lucide avvisaglie… ============================== Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 15, 2007

poetry

…………………………………….. Like insects they go to work. From the bridge arrive by bike cross the strip of fog condensed on the river. Others emerge from the corner: as mice attracted by the call they cloud toward the centre black thicker than grey. Old sweat and new fatigue will exude once back home odours... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 13, 2007

Poetry

Scratch the windows winterly anguishes …………………………………… Tomorrow will swallow the ordinary end of the month, a tired breath, in the closed whirlpool a face will mirror in the ordinary american tv film… Rin…tin.tin…rin, tin, tin… ………………………………………. To follow the athletes, marching there in the street,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry

Three flashbacks. 1. Inside the stadium covered with fog the howl deadens, appeased… With your coat collar turned up you have looked at the rapid action: may be the outrage of a suffered goal you are hiding, may be death in the sudden cough. Dentro lo stadio pieno di nebbia L'urlo si smorza... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 12, 2007

Poetry

Paternally: forth. The moment fades the face away does not kill those who remain (as a light throbbing goes by.) The daily mark is a measure of presence: the ravaged order the wound. The simple, methodic sum of your moments you were just this when alive little man in large garments… a bird with wide... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 11, 2007

Eliot and Montale

In the essays collected under the title The Sacred Wood: Essays on Poetry and Criticism, 1920, Eliot, referring to the process bringing to poetry, writes: "It is a process of concentration, of a new thing resulting form many experiences that to a practical and active person shouldn't look like... Sign in to see full entry.

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Glancing through is the blog made by Franco Romanò, an Italian writer. On it are published essays of literary criticism, poems, a novel, sentences and other, always conneceted with literature. Some of the texts are both in Italian and English; some other only in Italian, but translation of texts of interest may be done on request.

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