interno 38 POETRY / Orpheus, all the lime
Orfeo, tutta la calce (Orpheus, all the lime)
in Autori Vari (collective work)
La coda della galassia (The galaxy’s tail)
Poetry anthology
Fara, Rimini 2005
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severed! Lime that breaks
severed from the hug
hence found by the breast
a splinter, yet the silence
the pressurized basement, the gulf
between who gazes and the view
as the relatives set the meals
and the voiceless bandages
yet the inflorescence – the tangle of weeds
severed
a figure embosses out of the plaster
*
you often receive the resemblance
and it is the spores for the removal of names
without a single cloud’s ounce getting
lost, of this basket
you hear how the sisters are coming
to visit
and the placenta how it spreads from the back
of angels’ hands
invisible dribble pouring into you
from centre to centre
cord
[...] Poetry is a lighting up, something that occurs. As such it is not bound to a “must be” attitude, nor is it bound to any intention. I do not aim at expressing, I try not to do it, to do it as less as possible: my sole act of getting my hands on is aimed at dispersing the intrusiveness of my whole being, of the inner season, of the supposed justice of feelings. I feel I have to put feelings on trial and to step out, in order to leave room for much more: the way the epoch enters me in order to give itself back without me being there, the places where it nests its larvae and the cuts it makes. I aim at becoming the instrument and the fibre of these cuts. Therefore I constantly listen and keep concentrated. Otherwise, every choice runs the risk of reducing itself to a mere transcription of its own phantasms, its desiderata, instead of trusting itself to words’ instincts and their wisdom. As this concentration occurs, the poetic line leads to such a brutality, to the suspension of certainty, inside a whole new space – the unheard of. Marina Cvetaeva said that poems are like our own children and it is for this reason that we do not recognize them. Children: something that asks to be spoken about – no matter what we have to say.[...]
RB
