The Four Seasons Poetry Poem by Salvatore Fittipaldi
The Four Seasons Poetry
suivre l'émotion et rien d'autre, dici:
ma il vuoto, la voce del vuoto, resta: pieno, piena: non quadra
il conto con l'inesistente esistere:
e poi, niente (detto in modo
un po' semplificante) non succede niente: nessuna diabolica
miscela esplode, nessuna deflagrazione: non una sola certezza
tuona: solo la bianchezza della luna (che di notte gira a vuoto
fra le stelle) : solo il semi depliant del sans sense, tout court,
della sottorealtà, dell'extra (precipuamente, impalpabilmente vera)
anonimia (e tanto movimento in cielo privo di importanza
verso ciò che è pieno di bellezza) :
e poi scrivere: scrivere
per non smettere di vivere per scrivere (più per provocazione
che per militanza) senza un attendibile significato, una chiara
identificazione tra letteratura e vita: una vita che non è vita,
una letteratura che vede la sua morte come abisso (che
non comunica niente, non rappresenta niente ed alcunchè,
non sopravvive a nessuno: che tutto guarisce, appena, subito,
proprio mentre la usi) :
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suivre emotion et rien d'autre, you say: but the emptiness, The Voice of the vacuum remains: Full, Full: does not square the account with the non-existent Exist: and then, nothing (Stated a little 'simplifying) nothing happens: Hear No Evil Mixture explodes, no explosion: not a single certainty thunders: only the whiteness of the Moon (That night idles among the stars) : The Soloist semi brochures sans the way, tout court, the sottorealtà, of 'Extra (primarily, impalpably true) anonymity (and a lot of movement in the sky Importance FREE IOC towards that and full of beauty) : and then Writing: Writing not to stop living for Writing (more for provocation That militancy) without trust a meaning, a clear Identification Between literature and life: a life What is Life, a literature Seeing HIS death come abyss (What conveys nothing, nothing and nothing is not, It does not survive to anyone: that everything heals, soon, soon, Just the USES AS) :