Antonio Santori

(1961_2007 / Montreal)

Antonio Santori
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Antonio Santori was born in Montreal (Canada) in 1961.

He is a teacher of philosophy, a poet, essayist and director of literary reviews and conferences on the themes of poetry and philosophy. He has directed the Laboratory of Poetry in the Italian region Marches for ten years. His poetical works are included in Italian and foreign reviews and anthologies. He has published: Quei loro incontri... (i Dialoghi con Leucò di Cesare Pavese) (Antenore 1985, awarded the Premio Pavese 1993); Verso la meraviglia d’oro (dono e incoscienza in Nietzsche) (Il Lavoro Editoriale 1990); Infinita (NCE 1990); Albergo a ore (NCE 1992); Saltata (NCE 1996; 2nd ed., I quaderni del Battello ... more »

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  • Fabrizio Frosini Fabrizio Frosini (5/19/2017 5:10:00 AM)

    Antonio Santori è nato a Montreal (Canada) nel 1961. È stato docente di filosofia, poeta, saggista, redattore di riviste letterarie. Ha diretto Laboratorio, rivista multimediale e telematica di poesia presente su Internet. E’ stato direttore editoriale de L’Albatro Edizioni. Ha pubblicato: Quei loro incontri… (i Dialoghi con Leucò di Cesare Pavese) (Antenore 1985, Premio Pavese 1993): Verso la meraviglia d’oro (dono e incoscienza in Nietzsche) (Il Lavoro Editoriale 1990): Infinita (NCE 1990): Albergo a ore (NCE 1992): Saltata (NCE 1996): Pavese e il romanzo tra realtà e mito (Laterza 1999) , La linea alba (Marsilio 2007) . Ha curato La sfida della ragione (Guaraldi 1996) e Acqua. Storia di un simbolo tra vita e letteratura (Transeuropa 1997) . Suo il saggio Il senso religioso nella letteratura del ‘900 (Laterza 2001) . È scomparso a Civitanova Marche nel 2007.

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Best Poem of Antonio Santori

[Have you ever thought ]

Have you ever thought
you are God?
I have, always,
if the intertwined thread
that the life
of men omits
is the infinite writing.
You know that, because like
the others you skipped it.
The thread that holds
and saves your
entrance as puppets
is me.
It's me, compelled
to wait, the impassable,
the unravelled
that even if
read has always been
overlooked.
You poet thief.
I have always known
that in this
overlooked page
is your life.

Antonio?
You with fierce look on your face…
on the book counter.
You ...

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