Once again we meet on this blinking screen. Once again I brought some Italian poetry. Well, globalEnglish poetry written in Italy, Southern Italy that is. Neapolis, the new Greek polis and Procida, that which lies forth in the maritime logic of ancient archipelagic times give some rhymes. Down there, late Summer was still beaming with yellow light. I stored a lot of it. May some reach you by reading this.
Reasoning Language
What we say and how we pronounce it
might just change the way
we perceive it
and decide
if we believe it or if
we despise or regret it
Walking Naples
When walking Naples
stereotypes crumble like some
of the old palaces and I realize
that what others despise and
criticize, ridicule and vaporize
(verbally, mentally or even actually like 1943-45)
is sometimes (and more than often)
what I love and what I cherish
because it's life and live and full
of energy
Love is life and life is love
if you don't try to be above
but right in the middle
of things going on
Things not to come or gone
but in your breath
Neither blind nor dead
but feeling
with every string of this temple
-your body –
and this light
– your soul –
walking Naples
2 holy trinity (partial version)
Going back from Procida to Munich on September 19th 2010
a Sunday that liquefies San Gennaro's blood in sunny Naples
every word underlines
the distance
but still we advance
cause if we don't
believe in the impossible
what could ever be
our hopeful stance
