[Literature -11]
fractures compose, Kairos Edizioni, Napoli 2009
After reading the last book Spagnunolo Antonio, the first thing I felt to write in the margin, as a synthesis of poetic and emotional anthology was this: substantial consistency of a language feverish button and passionate.
I went through "fractures reconstruction" (95 pages) in one go, because the writing of English, envelops and between-turns in a cognitive space vortex that will take your breath, leading and pushing forward. 'E' in the flesh the discovery, finally / a torment that racked my brains to / fiction increasingly imperfect (p.79). Dinamica e in movimento, in espansione anche quando appare avvitarsi su se stessa, anche quando si fa tamburata e martellante (come un presagio di morte). E’ fatta di evocazioni ed esplorazioni condotte con l’occhio del cuore e della mente, associazioni immediate (consapevoli e non) in cui il mondo interiore ed esteriore si mescola, il momento presente viene sacrificato al passato e dove la vita è in balia di un altro tempo, di un “altrove”.
Per taluni, una scrittura così potrebbe restituire una sensazione di insensatezza e di avversione. E se questo accade è perché non siamo più abituati a spingerci tanto lontano nel nostro rapporto con le cose e con il mondo. L’accoglimento del viaggio (Extreme) and the experience of writing at 360 degrees allowing the re-conquest, redemption, the re-appropriation of self, of our time and all that it can reveal.
The power of writing lies in the urgency of speaking English, in the endless layers. That is generous and does not preclude anything. It acts in a temporal and spatial dimension (which we all right) and that is our potential for men (above) and poets.
After all, the style of writing tells us what we can be in the world and how we can welcome the world and with it our own self.
Here, Antonio Spagnolo, from his Naples (where currently lives and works) seems to do all this with honesty and commitment, fighting forgetfulness and indifference, in accepting the succession of life and feelings in their nakedness more terrible, brilliant and mysterious.
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(from fractures to dial)
I see the shadow of my father back
after long silences
was a moment his stern gaze , to convene
measures, discrepancies,
over the truce as the leap beyond
sails,
to equalize with
shots of hands the power that I fancy.
What I do not want and others call
thought
shaped inextricable and bitter. How many angry
expectations, and fears, seem to have disappeared in the great
reflex of denial.
If I could reserve a promise
undecided in emotion, left the cross
without swearing.
(p.74)
I went through "fractures reconstruction" (95 pages) in one go, because the writing of English, envelops and between-turns in a cognitive space vortex that will take your breath, leading and pushing forward. 'E' in the flesh the discovery, finally / a torment that racked my brains to / fiction increasingly imperfect (p.79). Dinamica e in movimento, in espansione anche quando appare avvitarsi su se stessa, anche quando si fa tamburata e martellante (come un presagio di morte). E’ fatta di evocazioni ed esplorazioni condotte con l’occhio del cuore e della mente, associazioni immediate (consapevoli e non) in cui il mondo interiore ed esteriore si mescola, il momento presente viene sacrificato al passato e dove la vita è in balia di un altro tempo, di un “altrove”.
Per taluni, una scrittura così potrebbe restituire una sensazione di insensatezza e di avversione. E se questo accade è perché non siamo più abituati a spingerci tanto lontano nel nostro rapporto con le cose e con il mondo. L’accoglimento del viaggio (Extreme) and the experience of writing at 360 degrees allowing the re-conquest, redemption, the re-appropriation of self, of our time and all that it can reveal.
The power of writing lies in the urgency of speaking English, in the endless layers. That is generous and does not preclude anything. It acts in a temporal and spatial dimension (which we all right) and that is our potential for men (above) and poets.
After all, the style of writing tells us what we can be in the world and how we can welcome the world and with it our own self.
Here, Antonio Spagnolo, from his Naples (where currently lives and works) seems to do all this with honesty and commitment, fighting forgetfulness and indifference, in accepting the succession of life and feelings in their nakedness more terrible, brilliant and mysterious.
by Maria Pina Ciancio
*
(from fractures to dial)
I see the shadow of my father back
after long silences
was a moment his stern gaze , to convene
measures, discrepancies,
over the truce as the leap beyond
sails,
to equalize with
shots of hands the power that I fancy.
What I do not want and others call
thought
shaped inextricable and bitter. How many angry
expectations, and fears, seem to have disappeared in the great
reflex of denial.
If I could reserve a promise
undecided in emotion, left the cross
without swearing.
(p.74)
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