Sguardo di transito (Glancing through)

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Friday, February 15, 2008

A poem: another part

Thank you all friends first of all. Grazie Joe delle tue pasrole: publbicherò l'intero testo in italiano dopo averlo publbicato tutto in inglese. As usual I will publish the Itlaian versione at the end. Boys were breaking silence by carnival running in numbers to barber’s shops, true attempters of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 12, 2008

A poem: I cannot remember which part

- That’s enough... we cannot go on like this - - Your dauther my lady, perhpas are you letting her go studying downtown? Aren’t you seeing what may happen? - - Do you think so my lady? I must think about - - But perhaps...have you heard of it? May be they will abolish latin in the business school -... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 11, 2008

A poem: third part

“Somebody sank down: at midnight they used to cross the railway keeping the coat closed up to protect the face from chill and shame: then in the crowded church, casting a sidelong glance from behind the columns, looked for complicity in other eyes... It was important not to loose the chances offered... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 8, 2008

A poem: second part

“With these last ones they were luckier, to tell the truth, but only at the beginning; then they crumbled pulverizing saves and patrimonies. Breakfast-rooms furniture just drifting! Upset dressing-tables! Sinking down beds under the pushes of unhinged wishes! And their son at the station pub got mad... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 4, 2008

contact

Than you alla friends. I am in Rome now and very busy but I will try to write every day. Harpo47 Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, February 3, 2008

A new long poem: first part

A note. Here is mocked the awkardness of these people. The centr-left government is not nowadays's one. The setting of this poem is mid '60s. The Swedish forniture was a fashion of those years, quite ridiculous, like the so called chinese muschroom,a very strange plant which was considered a sort of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, February 1, 2008

The whole poem

The whole poem as usual with the complete Italian version. Back to Rome again next week so There will be some difficulties because I will be very busy with the magazine. Harpo47. note. This is another long text so i will publish in parts as usual. Here there is a sort of conversation of the same... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 28, 2008

A poem: final part.

The air was fresh, i remember well… like a mountain wind draining the wet eroding bodies like a woodworm during winter that suddenly breaks and releases a new born son leaving free from fogs the countryside. "How strange, Carmen is not keen on being absent and she never misses the coach, mainly in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 25, 2008

A poem: fifth part

I saw that drawing paper trampled on the ground, you threw yourself to hide it do not break it, do not break it, i will keep for me your secret… but, to tell the truth, i did not utter this, just thought… But what can a painter do, Carmen, amidst powder and coal… This is not forseen by the plot…... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 24, 2008

A poem: fourth part

And then there were you, Carmen on the six o'clock coach which took us to school together with workers. You used to rush to the stop, half asleep on your feet You got more books than we had and that name, Carmen, so unusual Who knows who gave it to you and why what sudden hope had sprung what image... 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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