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Saturday, October 10, 2009

What's happening

I am really sorry because of my problems in finding time to keep the blog updated. In spite of this, I don't want to drop it, and I'll do my best to post as soon as possible all the missing stuff.

Saturday, October 18, 2008

I've added two new music tracks written by Giuseppe Rizzo for the project zen apocryphal. They are «Dentro la cascata» (Inside the waterfall) and «Nina». You can list to the first one (just press forward in the player until you find it) while you read this haiku, for the second one have a little bit patient.

Originally posted in Italian on October 7, 2008 at 23:25

Monday, September 8, 2008

Music for apocryphal zen

From now on, you can find a new playing list on the blog player. There are eventually some of the tracks which Giuseppe Rizzo wrote for the project «zen apocryphal». In this way, you can have a more precise idea of the multimedia involved. Listen to them while you read the pages of the blog, maybe the ones of zen apocryphal, or simply listen to them without doing anything else, a habit and a skill which is unfortunately becoming extinct.

Originally posted in Italian on July 15, 2008 at 16:08

Friday, May 9, 2008

Bonus tracks from For whom the lights stay on

These days I’m posting some poems which I placed under the label «For whom the lights stay on – bonus tracks». They are poems which couldn’t be included in the index of the book published in December, some because they weren’t yet completed, some because there was simply no place left. However, they could have easily been included in the project of the book, and that’s why I consider them as a sort of unreleased bonus tracks, which you can now read in the blog. Actually, there is a section which is more involved than the other ones by these new pieces, and that is other homes (altre dimore), which consists only of three poems in the book, and which is evidently a still open section. In fact, some of these pieces was even written and conceived just recently, and I worked on them right these days (for example the last posted poem, and another one which I’m going to post soon). These pieces keep on writing the story of my nomadism and of my love for the city, the only cell of social aggregation which I seem to recognize.

Originally posted in Italian on April 18, 2008 at 20:11

Saturday, April 26, 2008

A little delay

I'm very sorry but the next 7 translations I should have posted today aren't yet completely ready.
I hope you will be so patient to wait a week more!

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Third 7 translations already posted!

I’m slowly posting all the translations of the Italian original posts.
The plan is to post a page once a week, that means 7 posts at once – except this one you’re just reading – which seems to me a good rhythm to give time for the reading and to reach soon the current posts on the original blog.

All the original posts were translated – if well or badly, you’re going to see – that means that there will be absolute no loss in the passage between the original and the English blog. Further, I have chosen to post the new texts with new date and time reporting the original ones at the end of each text together with the permalink to the original post, that means that clicking on the original date you will directly reach the original post. In this way, you can freely choose to read the poem in original language. It seems to me a good solution to give this blog a little more independence without forgetting that it is however an adaptation.

In the future, I don’t know if I will always be able to follow regularly the rhythm of the posting of the original blog, but I’ll try my best to be as punctual as possible.

Well, I hope you enjoy the blog and, if you feel, let me know what you think about it.

See you in a week!

Results of the pool «vote blank»

Last Sunday night were closed both of the polls so solemnly called two weeks ago in order to vote the most and the least appreciated poems from Per chi rimangono accese le luci (For whom stay on the lights).
You will find the results at the end of the right side-bar, where they will remain still for some days, before been archived in the telematic nothingness for ever, with no regrets.
The results are almost amazing: no one would have imagined such a shared indifference to a stupid idea made with such ignored seriousness, as the one seen in this poll.

I must confess, that I had never expected a piece like A love supreme in a car full of rage to win in the poll for the most appreciated pieces. It’s true, that it’s one of those I felt more, but I considered it at most an outsider in this fight till the last (wrong) click against more experienced and tactically wise pieces which can be found in the collection. There would be almost to doubt about the movement ability of somebody’s finger, or at least to suspect some confusion caused by the length of both the lists, but this is not the moment to start some conspiracy theory. We are starting that tomorrow instead, between 10:00 and 10:17 a.m. GTM +1, for those who would like to express some comments.
In order to enjoy in the best way possible this silly victory, I’m going to post soon the winning poem, while I’m going to ignore completely the otherwise classified ones. In this way, no further recriminations or regrets will be caused among the many supporters.

For what concerns the other poll, the one about the worst pieces, we cannot proclaim a winner, because it is not admitted by the rules which I have just invented, more than a winner. Sure is however, that some pieces didn’t work just like they had to in the communication passage between author and reader, and I solemnly promise to watch them again and with more empty eyes.

Another statistic which seems of some importance to me, is the sum of the votes taken by every section, which still confirms to me that the one dedicated to Heidelberg is definitely the most successful, while the first one and the last two sections (versi sparsi/uncollected verses and mal-dette/badly said or just cursed) pay maybe a minor cohesion by one side, and the presence of some younger and naives pieces on the other one, apart, of course, from the obvious critical incompetence of the voting readers.

All considered, I would say that it was an unrepeatable experience, which means that it should never be repeated until the next Big Bang, but I am no more so sure that this would be something for what it’s worth to keep on hoping.

Originally posted in Italian on February 26, 2008 at 23:50

The first pool «vote blank» opened!

The first poll of «writing blank» was just opened. To be more precise, also the second one was opened at the same time… what a waste!

As you’ll soon understand looking at your right if you are right-handed and at your right instead, if you are left-handed but you always wished to be right-handed, you can vote the best and the worst poems of the already very unknown collection Per chi rimangono accese le luci (For whom stay on the lights). Ok, it’s fundamentally a game, but still your feedback as lucky or unlucky readers of this book represents for me a rare confrontation opportunity, since I cannot reach you at home. You have two weeks time to vote starting from… no, not yet… a little patience, please… NOW! You can vote more than a poem at once, and it is even possible to change your vote, if you change your mind. In this way we will avoid such tragic scenes as those recently seen in parliament. At the end, the most beautiful and the most awful poem will be elected, plus some consolation titles like poem «talent», «congeniality» and: «photogenic»! Compulsory requirements for your participation to the poll are:

having read the book (ok, so far you see; I underestimated you);
ability to count to 100 (without the help of your fingers!);
ability to speak at least 2 old non-indoeuroean languages according to the EU level B1, and among these one must be Old High-Haitian;
having watched at least once for five minutes the Italian program «Maria De Filippi’s amici» (and having enjoyed it).

It’s an interesting psychological profile, this one of the participant to our poll…
Don’t complain, we really needed to do some selection!
And then, what is left to say? Vote, vote, vote! That’s you at home with your vote, who choose the best way you wanted it in your… oh no, no fear… this happens only with real elections!

Originally posted in Italian on February 10, 2008 at 19:59

Saturday, April 5, 2008

intents

I cannot yet define precisely how the blog is going to be managed. The first idea was to offer some support for those who bump into the stuff I write or even give my work a web dimension. Then the idea of a diary came, which is actually not bad and probably will be the basis of the blog. However, thinking about it, these verses of mine are mainly meeting-points, good to give some appointments, or still better: good to let each other meet casually in them. As a consequence, I think I’m going to give space everything that can be adapted as a recognition sign for these meetings, trying to remain in the sphere of poetry (in a wide sense intended) and posting therefore also others’ works, though in minor measure, no matter if they are more or less known. Their verses will be introduced as preparatory quotations to the process of empting, also if they will be just guests of the blog, who want to contribute to this project. Except this, I haven’t got other particular ideas, at the moment everything is very unsteady and flexible: I hope it is going to remain in this way.

Originally posted in Italian on January 6, 2008 at 2:14

zero post

That’s it: some clicks and the web compresses and crams itself a little bit more. Some clicks and another little bit of telematic blank, photonic blank – deep darkness or bright glare – is filled up. Full, massed, stuffed, filled with other words, other images, other sounds. I ask myself how much space there is in the web, where it finishes and where its contents start interrupting each other.

Everyone looks for a space especially to fill it up with themselves, I feel instead the need of an empty space, but it can’t be the space of a vague and abstract infinity. On the contrary, it must be a precise, concrete, well defined space. Defined by what? By other words, sure, other images, other sounds, but made of another concentration, another density, another specific weight: no more contents, but containers – empty words, then, but defined, ready to receive by one side and let go by the other one.

Once the filling of the meaning, or the stuffing of the sense, is melted, only an empty shell to chew remains. «till the tooth falls.»

Originally posted in Italian on January 5, 2008 at 15:56