Perché la Poesia ha questo compito sublime:
di prendere tutto il dolore
che ci spumeggia e ci rimbalza nell'anima
e di placarlo, di trasfigurarlo
nella suprema calma dell'Arte,
così come sfociano i fiumi,
nella celeste vastità del mare
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Perché la Poesia ha questo compito sublime:
di prendere tutto il dolore
che ci spumeggia e ci rimbalza nell'anima
e di placarlo, di trasfigurarlo
nella suprema calma dell'Arte,
così come sfociano i fiumi,
nella celeste vastità del mare
Antonia Pozzi
Lake Mungo (Joel Anderson, 2008)
I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly.
love & light
i step outside and immediately get irritated
I am good. I am loved.
Tuan Vu (Vietnamese, 1971) - Garden of Giant Roses (2023)
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You will never stop seeing yourself. You can do nothing, you cannot escape yourself, you cannot escape your own gaze, you never will be able to: even if you were to fall into a sleep so deep that no shock, no shout, no burning pain could rouse you, there would still be this eye, your eye, that will never close, that will never sleep.
Georges Perec - Un homme qui dort
Annego
nel torbido
di immonde fantasie
carezzando il contorno
delle mie malinconie
Librata in un limbo
tra subdole chimere
ripiego le ali
e mi lascio
cadere.
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C'è sempre qualcosa di assente che mi tormenta.
Camille Claudel, Lettera ad Auguste Rodin.
i would like to be eaten off the bone
8 January, 1926 The Letters of Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf (1924-1941)
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