Almost Luzi
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Almost "Luzian" for a conference
in the company of Mario Luzi
Once more your goat-like
face friendly and semitic
escapes from the icon,
you yourself interrupt the scene, the present
crowd here to see the poet
upsets the worldly
light of the event,
they darken
and welcome another more Spartan
version of it,
sensing a sword inside it.
Truth has a strange luxury,
it is a wound.
And it makes
Trento more beautiful this evening
that falls at the end of March
from the silent crown of its mountains.
Life,
you say plaintively, life,
and hard as azure that inflames.
your look investigates as it says, it is ribald
in its wanting to be happy.
A recipe-book
or what was the note-book
flowered at the top of each page
where you kept sharpened the thread
of thoughts you didn't follow.
Poetry doesn't give light, Mario,
but it calls it forth
it calls it hopelessly
from every rock, bone, from the shadow
which imprisons it.
And she comes
the girl of our bodies,
following the call given
from snowy heights of the mind
and from the sunken hulls in one's heart.
She
comes, the deer
timid servant of your
tongue, of our thoughts.
light without yesterday.
Also afterwards, in pizzerias,
in the dead of night, with the glasses
at last still and hands
tired, hear
how it calls it, the voice
still pours out, overthrows
and insists on the frequency wave
and doesn't extinguish itself,
it calls, it calls,
its joy, breaks
the immobile window
of life already known.
O Mario good night,
a quite common man's name
and close by, the name of
a bar tender a maintenance man
harsh boy of your ardour.
You disappeared in the hall -
and with the company of an evening
you left to walk
beneath the fleeting chorus of the stars.
Figura del Centurione
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-worthy no
on the contrary, half drunk
or entirely ashamed
to stand here like a stone, a rock,
a sword,
just imagine too
to invite you to dinner,
to share your table
to divvy up my left-overs, the coldness
of my meals, the stupid checkered
tablecloth, the uneven
chair, the already open bottle,
and the shadow of that obscene forehead -
or just to take you out for a drink
here nearby at the first bar.
But tell me,
tell me just and only,
a word, a thing,
a little bird-like voice,
tell me just and only
a mere trifle - whatever comes
into your mind or your head
so crowned by sky
and storm
tell me just and only
perhaps let slip
a grain of your prayers
or don't even say anything
I will scarcely read on your lips
or sense with my eyes lowered
that a kiss of air has arisen
and will be saved
from the hyenas of my errors
and my wasted soul will have
full life.
Curriculum
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To Introduce Myself
Davide Rondoni (Forlì 1964) published many volumes of poetry, including "La natura del bastardo" (Mondadori 2016) “Apocalisse amore” (Mondadori 2008), “Avrebbe amato chiunque (Guanda, 2003), “Compianto, vita” (Marietti 2001) and “Il bar del tempo” (Guanda 1999), Rimbambimenti, Raffaelli 2010), Si tira avanti solo con lo schianto, (Whyfly 2013 ) with whom he won some of the major poetry awards. His works are translated in various countries in volume and magazine. He collaborates on poetry programs in television and radio (Rai, Sky RtvsanMarino, and Tv2000), he's film and show experience collaborator and in newspapers as a columnist. He founded and directs the Center of Contemporary Poetry of the University of Bologna and the magazine clanDestino. His recent volumes of essays are “Nell’arte vivendo” prose e versi su arte e artisti" (Marietti 2012), “Contro la letteratura” (Bompiani 2015) sull'insegnamento a scuola “Il fuoco della poesia” (Rizzoli 2008), “Non una vita soltanto” (Marietti 2001) and "L'allodola e il fuoco - Le 50 poesie che mi hanno acceso la vita" (Nave di Teseo, 2017) He directs book series of poetry for Marietti and CartaCanta. He is a playwright and a translator from Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Peguy and others. He participated in international festivals of poetry in many countries. In prose he published "E se brucia anche il cielo. Guerra e amore di Francesco Baracca" (Frassinelli 2015) "Gesù, un racconto sempre nuovo", (Piemme 2013) , “I santi scemi” (Guaraldi 2003) “Hermann” (Rizzoli 2010).. And for young adults and kids in prose "Se tu fossi qui" (San Paolo, Andersen prize 2016) and "I bambini nascondo come le poesie" (Rizzoli 2011), and poetry of "Le parole accese" (Fabbri 2012).
- La frontiera delle ginestre, Forum - Quinta generazione, 1985
- O les invalides, N.c.e. 1988
- A rialzare i capi pioventi, N.c.e - Guaraldi, 1993
- Nel tempo delle cose cieche, N.c.e, 1995
- Il bar del tempo, Guanda, 1999
- Non sei morto, amore, Quaderni del battello ebbro, 2001
- Avrebbe amato chiunque, Guanda, 2003
- Compianto, vita, Marietti, 2003
- Il veleno, l'arte, Marietti, 2004
- L'acqua visitata dal fuoco, Marietti, 2005
- Vorticosa, dipinta, Marietti, 2006
- Apocalisse amore, Mondadori 2008
- Le parole accese. Poesie per bambini e non. Rizzoli, 2009
- 3, Tommaso, Paolo, Michelangelo, Marietti 2009
- Ballo lentamente con le tue ombre. Poesie per il tango. Tracce 2009
- Rimbambimenti, Raffaelli editore, 2011
- Nell'arte, vivendo, Marietti editore, 2012
Prose and tests
- I santi scemi, Guaraldi, 1996
- Herman, una vita storta e santa puntata alle stelle, BUR, 2010
- L'avvenimento della poesia, on-line, Guaraldi-Logos, 1999
- Non una vita soltanto. Scritti da un'esperienza di poesia, Marietti, 2002
- La parola accesa, Edizioni Di Pagina, 2006
- Il fuoco della poesia, In viaggio nelle questioni di oggi, BUR, Rizzoli, 2008
- Contro la letteratura, Il saggiatore, 2009
- Nell'arte, vivendo, Marietti editore, 2012
- Se tu fossi qui, San Paolo Editore, 2015
- E se brucia anche il cielo- il romanzo di Francesco Baracca, la guerra l'amore, Frassinelli Editore, 2015
Theatre
- Giotto, l'uomo che dipinse il cielo (Compagnia Elsinor)
- Barabba il liberato (per Flavio Bucci, Alvia Reale e Patrizia Zappa Mulas)
- Non sei morto amore (per david Riondino e Sandro Lombardi)
- La locanda, le stelle (per Andrea Soffiantini)
- Compianto, vita (per Virginio Gazzolo)
- Il veleno, l'arte (per Iaia Forte)
- Dalle linee della mano (Teatro Biondo, Rega di Pietro Cariglio)
- Passare delicatamente la mano. Per E. e per tutti (teatro Elsinore)
Antologyes
- Ada Negri, Mia giovinezza, Rizzoli, 1996
- T.S. Eliot, I cori da La rocca, Rizzoli, 1996
- La sfida della ragione, Guaraldi, 1998
- Leopardi, l'amore, Garzanti, 1999
- Charles Péguy, Lui è qui, Rizzoli, 1999
- Dante, Commedia, Rizzoli, 2001
- Il pensiero dominante. Antologia della poesia italiana 1970-2000, Garzanti, 2001
- La poesia è il tempo, Franco Mara Ricci, 2007
- Mettere a fuoco Dio, Rizzoli 2008
- Poeti con il nome di donna, Rizzoli 2009
- I fiori del Male, Salerno Editrice, 2010
- Poesie 1965-1993, Giovanni Testori, Mondadori editore, 2012
Sosta in stazione
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Station stop
Nights of empty trains
motionless, of loudspeakers
which announce cities
to deserted benches,
nights
of diminished noises,
the clicks of cigarettes lighters, the dropping
of cans in other
compartments, dark
wind at the windows,
the line-up
of closed buildings, of a thousand
blinded rooms.
And then fever, which spreads
over your face, dawn
at last following dreams
rough, impassioned, irregular.
Look at what a sea-like light there is in Florence today...
The night is full
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The night is full, see how
this night is full of fireworks
fallen stars in gorges
or on cliffs, at the edge of the city, plains...
Stroke your hand over my eyes,
love,
I still almost discern
the flashes the night tell me,
are they random, pyres of abandon
or scattered cirles of merriment?
tuned in televisions
in sentry camps
or hunkered invaders
who sniff in the bitter chill
and curse the moon’s
lovely head...
Does a sort of human desperation
lift them into the void?
or at least the fireworks of some workshop...
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And there
in the sea’s great air
are the bonfires for sailors
or contraband?
an astral body falling
or reflections on predators’
lenses...
How full of flames this night, love
keep a hand on my chest.
What can it be initiating
what can it be writing,
that fire in all of this darkness?
