Thursday, March 18, 2010

Resigning From A Memebrship

MILANO e Alda Merini. L’ultima grande poetessa, perché grande comunicatrice

You do not know: there are birch trees that rise up at night
their roots,
and you never would believe that the trees at night or walk become dreams.

Do you think there is a violin in a tree of love.
think that a tree sings and laughs.
think that a tree is in a crevasse and then becomes
life. Like I said, poets are not redeemed,
be left to fly through the trees like nightingales
ready to die.

ALDA MERINI

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Poet? "Why did you tell me a poet?" Wrote Sergio Corazzini. Yeah, why? Whoever, in the mad jumble of words, in the eccentric syntax, grammar imaginative, rhetorical figures in the abuse, the musicality and rhythm questionable, in the metric of discretion, could be argued to be a poet.
Indeed, the less you understand what a so-called "poet" means - even by other poets - there is more room for the mystery, that place that the uneducated common subcultural confuse charisma with the misunderstood artist, unlucky, unfathomable. Because they never really understood what the poem is the supreme art of communicating life in a very brief summary and ingenious. And who, if not to others?
But, here is the total incomprehensibility of pseudo-poetry of today, the real asemanticità, the absence of any meaning. Everything and its opposite. The fall in the prose, and even long-winded and meaningless. At this led to a post-romanticism worst, a parody of the poem as petty-bourgeois anarchy of the logos for all cheap and solipsistic narcissistic individualism, self-contemptuously ignoring the other, the public (real subject-object of poetry) , and has ruined not only poetry but a bit 'all the arts dall'900 today. The fake diary as cryptic poetry for themselves.
But, no, not at all, was not born as poetry. Homer, or whoever he spoke, telling stories. Not to himself but to others. And with that formal care for detail, that meticulous research. Without the proper form, even repeating the Cross, we would all poets, because we all have intuitions, thoughts, joys, sorrows, emotions in front of a sunset, on the death of a loved one, a cliff in winter, in a wood, and so on.
So what? The truly great poets, artists in fact, know how to direct a brilliant synthesis of other, non-poets, in other words they know how to communicate and more than a journalist. Often wasted too many words to say nothing, or say things easy so convoluted and obscure, precisely as the conceited and poetasters mediocre. Why poiein, that is done, is to communicate, communication par excellence.
Here, I thought of all this, alla grande comunicatività della grande poesia, leggendo la notizia delle onoranze che Milano si appresta ad organizzare per la sua poetessa Alda Merini il prossimo 21 marzo, ricorrenza del suo compleanni. Una grande poetessa perché sapeva parlare alla gente semplice e umile come lei. Tanto, che le figlie della Merini, che questo l'hanno capito, hanno approntato un bel sito dedicato alla madre e capace di parlare al popolo di Milano e di tutt'Italia. Non ai critici letterari..
Grande personaggio, persona vera della Milano popolare, e grande poetessa, famosa per i suoi colpi di fantasia a pennellate rapide e geniali che ricordano le intuizioni di some children or madmen, the "insane" Merino, perhaps the last great remaining at this time, including arid and arrogant unable to create trendy, and the army of students, professors of letters, or worse, as in Sanremo songs of all interrelated in a horrible kitsch 'hearts, flowers, love, moons and seas "passing it off as poetry.
Who would have said, once again, after Montale, one discovers a great exponent of the poetry hidden in a big city and gray, almost illegal in the hold of a huge ship. Or is it perhaps because of it, namely, that the anonymous metropolis eliminating the oppressive social control of the villages of the province stimulates the mysterious paths, the "passages" of life?
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PHOTOS. Alda Merini the cover of the magazine "Poetry", No. 244
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JAZZ . The great gypsy guitarist Django Reinhardt in a rare performance of Nuages \u200b\u200b on an early power barges in the 40's. The new medium requires, it is easy listening experience, a style a bit 'different.

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