When Can I Get My Temporary License

The ship of Theseus

not come out of my life.

must be a mania
as electric trains and fish
Tropical
if
not finish this book I will need you.

You know, most of the time I wrote

the evening and it was like pouring beer into glasses

inclined, no head.
is not the same thing.

If nothing else, now, with the same patience

of who places the pieces on the board

put away the dishes.

And I think the work we have chosen.
I think about tomorrow. Who works



must always hope that there will be a day off to finish a book

because it can not end like this at lunch



or night when you forgive you read or
rise.

And a new node appears
a speech by shoemakers,
string of dirty hands
glue and small nails in the soles
.

Must be a mess,
a compulsion, as

nervously swinging one foot,
tapping with the fingertips.


this obsession to get on and off, continuously checking

to have lockable
sure to open and close
again. O

always wash your hands, keep everyone and everything

always make a copy:
letters never sent,
certificates, faxes start
disease, taxi receipts.
And more so

if each of us is a vote,
a cause, an oath.


There are writers who all his life
have written one book on sturgeon

or the Po river Oreto.


believed in what they write
and this makes them less dangerous. I personally prefer


be with one foot inside and one outside. Read

in mind.

not about the voice, I could read only


with your fingers if the names had
relief as on cassette or postal

plates on cars. Why go to

reading, then?
A writer should not
interpret, is the director
not the actor.

But by dint of watching the clouds

everyone sees what it wants to see, hears what he wants

hear.


Even though the sign is arbitrary that we leave the
n'y a pas de hors-texte
tell me - there is not manufacturing
reading writing and vice versa

I'll tell you like it the first time that
read
Lunch Poems by Frank O'Hara.


I read because I write but do you?
What are you reading for? It must be an obsession as it was

for collectors of stamps but also

to do with the future, with the ability to listen
. As in modern dance


is important to keep in time. As in swimming

synchronize breathing and stroke,
up to resonate.
There is a time when
gains outweigh the losses.


But it is just a way to hide.

You know, you give a certain poetry
weight and thickness that would not otherwise have


and in this there must be - I think a contradiction

continues.

contemporary poetry is not, nor can

be present at most before the fact,
makes it impractical.


Before you imagine a girl and then you come


seriously with that cut,

the sea on that day in July, the same name that we gave

years before meeting
secretly.

Or you forget someone
as in the letters of suicides,
forget anything and everything changes. Like when the armies


break up when crossing bridges or

pilgrims on top of the stairs
suddenly stop to pray.
what to ask, what
got?

There is no wind.


friends call to tell you do not go out tonight.

not leave anyone.




Unpublished, from "Wigner's friend".

Stool With Undigested Food

Kenneth Koch - Three poems


Together with Daniele Gennaro, has three poems by Kenneth Koch.
A special thanks goes to Richard Durand for his more important suggestions and valuable encouragement during these translations.




One train may hide another

(sign of a level crossing in Kenya)

In a poem, a line may hide another, as
at a level crossing, one train may hide another train.
That is, if you wait to cross the tracks
, wait a minute
at least after the first train has passed. So when you read
expected to have read the next verse -
after which you can get on with reading.
In a family one sister may conceal another.
So when do the court, it is better to have both an eye
otherwise come to find one, but you fall in love with each other.
A father or brother may hide the man,
if you are a woman, you've been waiting for love.
So there is always something in front of the other
as the words are in front of objects, feelings and ideas.
A desire can hide another. And the reputation of a person can hide
the reputation of another person. One dog may conceal another On a lawn
, so if you run away from the first does not mean that you are safe;
A lilac may hide another and then many other lilacs and on the Appia Antica one tomb

can hide a number of other graves. In love, one reproach may hide another,
a little complaint may hide a more great.
injustice may hide another - one colonial may hide another,
A striking red uniform another, and another, an entire row. A bath may hide another bath

as when, after a bath, you go out in the rain.
idea may hide another: life is simple
hide life is incredibly complex, as in the prose of Gertrude Stein
a sentence hides another and is also another phrase. And in the laboratory
invention may hide another invention, a
evening may hide another, a shadow, a nest of shadows.
A dark-red or blue or purple - this is a picture of someone who
copy Matisse. One expects that the tracks pass, these double
hidden or sometimes these similarities. An identical twin
can hide another. And there can be in even more! The midwife
down the valley of the Var lived there, my wife and I, but
a life hid another life. And now she is gone and I'm here. A lively
wife hides a clumsy child. The daughter in turn
hiding his daughter alive.
are in a railway station and the daughter keeps a bag
largest purse of the mother and manages to hide it.
offering to take her daughter's bag one finds oneself face

and the mother must be wearing it too. So one hitchhiker
may deliberately hide another and even a cup of coffee
another until one gets nervous. One love may hide another love or the love

as when "I love you" suddenly rings false and
discovers that love is better left behind, as when "I'm full of doubt"
hides "I am sure and is something that "
and a dream can hide another as is known, all along. In the Garden of Eden

Adam and Eve may hide the real Adam and Eve.
Jerusalem may hide another Jerusalem.
When you get to something, stop to let her go
so you can see what else is there. At home, no matter where the binaries
also represent an internal threat: a memory
certainly hides another, since the memory is just that, the eternal
reverse order of entities covered. Reading A Sentimental Journey

look around when you're done, look for Tristram Shandy ,
to see if there is, there should be, and even better
and deeper and hitherto hidden as Santa Maria Maggiore
can be hidden from other similar churches in Rome. A sidewalk
may hide another, as when you fall asleep and there
a song hide another song, a pounding upstairs
hides the beat of drums. A friend may hide another, you sit at the foot of a tree

with one and when you get up to go there is another
with whom you'd rather be talking. A teacher, a doctor
, ecstasy, an illness, a woman, a man
may hide others. It 'a break to let the first one.
You think, Now it's safe to cross and get hit by the next. Can
essere importante
aver atteso almeno un momento per vedere cos’era già lì.

(trad. di G.C.)



One Train May Hide Another

(sign at a railroad crossing in Kenya)

In a poem, one line may hide another line,
As at a crossing, one train may hide another train.
That is, if you are waiting to cross
The tracks, wait to do it for one moment at
Least after the first train is gone. And so when you read
Wait until you have read the next line--
Then it is safe to go on reading.
In a family one sister may conceal another,
So, when you are courting, it's best to have them all in view
Otherwise in coming to find one you may love another.
One father or one brother may hide the man,
If you are a woman, whom you have been waiting to love.
So always standing in front of something the other
As words stand in front of objects, feelings, and ideas.
One wish may hide another. And one person's reputation may hide
The reputation of another. One dog may conceal another
On a lawn, so if you escape the first one you're not necessarily safe;
One lilac may hide another and then a lot of lilacs and on the Appia
Antica one tomb
May hide a number of other tombs. In love, one reproach may hide another,
One small complaint may hide a great one.
One injustice may hide another--one colonial may hide another,
One blaring red uniform another, and another, a whole column. One bath
may hide another bath
As when, after bathing, one walks out into the rain.
One idea may hide another: Life is simple
Hide Life is incredibly complex, as in the prose of Gertrude Stein
One sentence hides another and is another as well. And in the laboratory
One invention may hide another invention,
One evening may hide another, one shadow, a nest of shadows.
One dark red, or one blue, or one purple--this is a painting
By someone after Matisse. One waits at the tracks until they pass,
These hidden doubles or, sometimes, likenesses. One identical twin
May hide the other. And there may be even more in there! The obstetrician
Gazes at the Valley of the Var. We used to live there, my wife and I, but
One life hid another life. And now she is gone and I am here.
A vivacious mother hides a gawky daughter. The daughter hides
Her own vivacious daughter in turn. They are in
A railway station and the daughter is holding a bag
Bigger than her mother's bag and successfully hides it.
In offering to pick up the daughter's bag one finds oneself confronted by
the mother's
And has to carry that one, too. So one hitchhiker
May deliberately hide another and one cup of coffee
Another, too, until one is over-excited. One love may hide another love
or the same love
As when "I love you" suddenly rings false and one discovers
The better love lingering behind, as when "I'm full of doubts"
Hides "I'm certain about something and it is that"
And one dream may hide another as is well known, always, too. In the
Garden of Eden
Adam and Eve may hide the real Adam and Eve.
Jerusalem may hide another Jerusalem.
When you come to something, stop to let it pass
So you can see what else is there. At home, no matter where,
Internal tracks pose dangers, too: one memory
Certainly hides another, that being what memory is all about,
The eternal reverse succession of contemplated entities. Reading
A Sentimental Journey look around
When you have finished, for Tristram Shandy , to see
If it is standing there, it should be, stronger
And more profound and theretofore hidden as Santa Maria Maggiore
May be hidden by similar churches inside Rome. One sidewalk
May hide another, as when you're asleep there, and
One song hide another song; a pounding upstairs
Hide the beating of drums. One friend may hide another, you sit at the
foot of a tree
With one and when you get up to leave there is another
Whom you'd have preferred to talk to all along. One teacher,
One doctor, one ecstasy, one illness, one woman, one man
May hide Another. Pause to let the first one pass.
You think, Now it is safe to cross and you are hit by the next one. It can be important

To Have Waited at least a moment to see what Was Already There.






Paradise

There is no way not to get excited when
that from which you have been disappointed
lifts his head from his arms and seems to want you to talk to again.
forget home and family
and you start walking or
car and go where you think this form of reality
can dwell. Not finding it there,
waste any further contact until you return
trying to forget the only thing
you can move (it seems) and that gave you what you will forever

but the form of disillusionment.
Yet often, looking toward the horizon there
-hostile to you? - There is something that you never found
and that without those who came before you, you would never
could imagine.
How could you think that there was a person who could make you
happy and that happiness was not the rough
phenomenon you've met? Why continue to believe in this reality
so much depends on the time it is granted
that has less to do with the exile of the year you
that everything else in life promises di lasciarti fare?

(trad. di D.G.)



Paradiso

There is no way not to be excited
When what you have been disillusioned by raises its head
From its arms and seems to want to talk to you again.
You forget home and family
And set off on foot or in your automobile
And go to where you believe this form of reality
May dwell. Not finding it there, you refuse
Any further contact
Until you are back again trying to forget
The only thing that moved you (it seems) and gave what you forever will
have
But in the form of a disillusion.
Yet often, looking toward the horizon
There—inimical to you?—is that something you have never found
And that, without those who came before you, you could never have
imagined.
How could you have thought there was one person who could make you
Happy and that happiness was not the uneven
Phenomenon you have known it to be? Why do you keep believing in this
Reality so dependent on the time allowed it
That it has less to do with your exile from the age you are
Than from everything else life promised that you could do?






Parlando a diverse persone contemporaneamente

Avete contribuito a tenermi insieme.
Mi piacerebbe che voi foste ancora qui.
Stop talking or doing anything else for a minute.
Indeed, please, for three, maybe five minutes.
Tell me which path to take over the hill.
There is a bridge there? I want company?
Tell me of the old who built the bridge.
What is "the Japanese economy?
Where did you hide the medical bills?
How I admire you!
Can you help me throw it all away?
I can help you throw it all?
You're done with this thing?
Who is the car salesman?
The canopy we had made for the dog.
I need some hug endlessly.
The sea is not so far away. You came
to the west in this weather?
I was sitting at home barefoot.
're wearing a cross!
That bench, look! There, under that beautiful pup!
Could I have a glass of scotch?
guess I wanted to make an impression on you.
's snowing.
Man Revlon has come from overseas.
This noise is annoying.
We did not want the child to come here because of the hawk.
What are you reading?
Which style would you want the moisture to explain?
gives me a little 'annoyance, but not much. You can smoke a cigar.
Authenticity is a word that I have ever used.
You saw that short skirt! You think it's camera?
The moon is a clam.
I can not talk to many people. Eat me alive.
Anyway, who are you?
I want to watch you all day, because you're mine.
Would you like to make a trip to Pizza Hut?
Thanks for telling me your sign.
This sun fills me with joy!
The turtle moves forward but the lobster is back. Silence won the game!
Well, damn you and the thermometer!
not want to ask your doctor.
did not know what you mean when you said that.
the cold is coming, but I feel terribly lazy.
If we want to go there
where there is a bit 'more light.

(translated by DG)



To Various Persons Talked To All At Once

You have helped hold me together.
I'd like you to be still.
Stop talking or doing anything else for a minute.
No. Please. For three minutes, maybe five minutes.
Tell me which walk to take over the hill.
Is there a bridge there? Will I want company?
Tell me about the old people who built the bridge.
What is "the Japanese economy"?
Where did you hide the doctor's bills?
How much I admire you!
Can you help me to take this off?
May I help you to take that off?
Are you finished with this item?
Who is the car salesman?
The canopy we had made for the dog.
I need some endless embracing.
The ocean's not really very far.
Did you come west in this weather?
I've been sitting at home with my shoes off.
You're wearing a cross!
That bench, look! Under it are some puppies!
Could I have just one little shot of Scotch?
I suppose I wanted to impress you.
It's snowing.
The Revlon Man has come from across the sea.
This racket is annoying.
We didn't want the baby to come here because of the hawk.
What are you reading?
In what style would you like the humidity to explain?
I care, but not much. You can smoke a cigar.
Genuineness isn't a word I'd ever use.
Say, what a short skirt! Do you have a camera?
The moon is a shellfish.
I can't talk to most people. They eat me alive.
Who are you, anyway?
I want to look at you all day long, because you are mine.
Might you crave a little visit to the Pizza Hut?
Thank you for telling me your sign.
I'm filled with joy by this sun!
The turtle is advancing but the lobster stays behind. Silence has won the game!
Well, just damn you and the thermometer!
I don't want to ask the doctor.
I didn't know what you meant when you said that to me.
It's getting cold, but I am feeling awfully lazy.
If you want to we can go over there
Where there's a little more light.

Greyhound Bus Fredericton

The Lombard effect on

What is the effect of start automatically

to speak more loudly and so
more accurate if the environmental noise
grow.


clapping him on the table and I do not know if that's the noise it makes
wood,
the sound of his hand.


which is a common experience to the table in a restaurant the first

converse in moderate tones.

A shouting which is a manifestation of self
trembling, an announcement.

As if your body -
be here and not elsewhere, this is not a body that makes

a body? - Would not end where it begins
the bodies of others, their voice.

And as the room is crowded
, stretches
the tail - the buzz continues to grow
level
so who insists
without first talking to many
is forced to speak a few
ear and voice
always higher, contributing to background noise


a drop of attention and a certain fatigue.

includes hoarseness,
burning throat, coughing and choking voice


with serious risks of polyps and nodules on his vocal chords
. Then


certain deafness are not the same cut
high frequencies, more
consonants.

And the walls hard and not regular

get worse acoustics. Perhaps we should clothe



or rubber cones with egg cartons. All will now



play a guitar or piano.

But sometimes I feel

to go back and play ball against a wall or in the parking
condo.
The walls of reverb, echo
balloons.

The sirens, alarms
.


Unpublished, from "Wigner's friend".

Pain Swelling Bridge Nose

Close reading and Alessia Gatti, R. Piazza

From poiein :

Whoever is indifferent to beauty, elegance, intelligence, and affection he is capable of a cat, as one who is poor, walking in the summer for a country road is blind and deaf to the flowers to the birdsong and the hum of insects (E. Hamilton).


We move like cats, we proceed "with magical movements" in these texts in search of an experience or a revelation. Proper names and numbers refer to a past. As if the youth was a language that slowly becomes far more intelligible as for the benefit of an inner transformation. As if the items to be deaf and dumb begin to return to close, confident. Often overlook the treasures of childhood and adolescence and then when it's too late, we are suddenly ready to open the casket of memory. What comes out of the "mailboxes" is an apparent disorder that can not be governed by the laws of physics and that this appears to be imprisoned by the laws, looser, the analogy (in the senses and soul "). So, one memory, a desire, a dream may seem innocent and close, even family (among the "everyday things") but could be suddenly more and more enigmatic ("secret emails"). Of a magical darkness is waiting a future enjoyment, the inexperience of life that would enjoy infinite, the unlimited life. Game and mourning, love and desire for something new. It seeks a harmony of opposites, we reason by degrees. We measure love, happiness. Everything is or could be the last clue, a "harbinger of good fortune," the ingredient of a "spell". The sea, just "a basic trait, a wheat field, the starry sky, the computer table are sites of a fragmented space but still be reconstructed as a hologram because the individual fragments still retain the necessary information to reconstruct a look together or so it seems (From "adolescence / back and that is infinitely / in the eyes of all cats in the world"). There is always a mirror, eye to eye. Even then, watching the cats, their eyes, we discover who we are.

John Catalano






Alessia Gatti and


Prologue



Wheatfield with orange flowers

: sprouted

on the branches of waking up is

Red with magical movements

to drink in the tub

the Villa Grove

in front of 'Albergo

angels: there Alessia

rosavestita between things ever

and makes a scratch in Red:

nature to continue

nell'adornata night away

of comets

omen of luck.



1

Hours

spell in the eyes of Apple to weave joy in the eyes of

Alessia, blue

most elementary

that stretch of sea, eyes and innocent girl

near c ' The sea is

and April 1

salt in the senses and soul:

find peace only on the rocks, says Alessia



close to John and the boys play the shooting gallery

black comes along and grow

life in a strawberry seedling on the sills of

'adolescence

that comes back and is infinitely

in the eyes of all cats in the world.



2

Gradually moonless night between the tiles

inazzurrare in the sea of \u200b\u200bendless joy

with the mailboxes and the rises among

secret

to receive mail with a heart on the table

computer rooms where the cat

Red, greeted by the smile of Alessia

and immense happiness in April

of harmony and degrees of 'love

going well.



3

Red gradually along the memories of the mind

Alessia

spoaragazza

happy with the child at age 16, Alessia rosavestita

for life to jut out into new things

: mornings before

happiness, the most terse

cleansed from the seed of the frost.




Raffaele Piazza

Iranian Gay Find Tehran

"Chernobylove" F . Pellegrino



Chernobylove
Francesca Pellegrino

Kimerik, 2010 ISBN 978-88-643-8017-9


is strange how a vacuum

take the exact shape of its container.
also happens to water and light.

even I'm completely on the skin that contains me

On April 26, 1986, due to a reckless experiment, the unit explodes number 4 Chernobyl nuclear power plant in Ukraine. This is the most serious nuclear accident in history. With Chernobyl, the risks of nuclear power becomes a real threat of a sudden and dramatic consequences are still poorly understood. And the memory of this catasfrofe named the latest work by Frank Pellegrino. We are facing a crisis of the poem or rather a poem that tries to manage as it can, by trial and error, a crisis that is given for granted, perhaps irreparable. Failed any possibility of symbolic correspondence between man and nature, man now finds himself trapped in a metonymic relationship between objects that the object returns. We are slaves of consumer goods has ensured that progress, constantly disappointed by the surrogate of happiness that the time promised ("Originally we were glass / glass of the same / the empty, put / on one side of the table / in the middle of the unnecessary things / that separate us"). It is no longer a viable distinction between content and container, between form and substance. Moreover, the metonymy is a figure psychoanalytically interesting because it reveals the gap that opened between apparent meaning and a sense removed, meaning that it had sunk below the neurotic symptom, in the metaphorical meaning. The day after the catastrophe is the day on which we recognize to be part of a system of inequalities. The day that we remember of being a beautiful music even though we are now strings of a guitar tune that nobody knows. What to do? The newspaper is to dig the ground with nails, stone arid to cultivate the illusion of love, the illusion of being able to remember and forget what we are ("I have a thousand years of war / by forgetting, forgiving / (in ) / a garden that has always been / made artificial flowers "). The head, heart, is a land evacuated, abandoned by the more fortunate because contaminated by waste from the day before (and was the only stone / of my house "). Between the mirror and curtain, "love is a place / always somewhere else." There is a display of heroic courage, or rather what remains of an instinct survival push to escape from reality, but every road you back to the things experienced, objects used for advertising slogans, the masks, the tricks, the Barbie ("The day after the wind / I tried to escape / I was in a station, in the world and other foreign / and the religion of silence / in cuore. / was like to be somewhere else to stay / and I'm back ").

John Catalano

Breastfeeding Of Husband

Cities biography "of L. Mazziotta

City
Luciano biography Mazziotta

Area, 2009 ISBN 978-88-609-6532-5


"Imagine if the city were so, if there were
the cars waiting at traffic lights
, and if the stop block

alloy wheels and did nod
the beam. If the people were living
,
if there were lights on the walls and advertising [...]"

The theme of the city was developed and very often from many points of view in the history of literature but it is especially with the future that the polis becomes the icon of modernity overwhelming. Moreover, reading Luciano Mazziotta, we find the fun of internal rhymes, the irony with which Palazzeschi opposed the false myths of speed and progress ("The flight is a low cost whatever", "revived chat nickname by: / Lazarus "). But we also find Mayakovsky, his tragic faith in a technological future that can govern a globalized society with the utopia of being able to preserve the cultural identity of the individual. If cities (Berlin, Rome, Hamburg, Jerusalem, ...), they are a long lived, and place of birth or places of a precarious journey, "are more modern than the rivers accounted for Ungaretti. An identity card. Not just memories but apparently indecipherable signs through which man could recognize and improve. As if the city were the units of a way of being, to be alive. It is for this reason that the urban environment provides the ability to go beyond the private experience - its historical description - to be socio-political poetry, activist poetry, poetry-fledged calendar. Poetry, by tradition, speaks to its audience with a second person singular, because it hopes to give value to the experience of proximity and therefore urges the party to move and get in touch, asks him to act with conscience in the community for the good of the community. "I tell you to all those who love one another," wrote Prevert. But how to communicate? How to break down the walls? How to build new bridges? Cities are also from a linguistic point of a fight ("You know that nobody is listening"). As in Wenders's film, the city is language, a language that is defined by contrasts. So throughout this book, between rhetoric and everyday we come across much in the tic of a certain experiment to look Sanguineti as a more direct and conversational, to John Smith. In any case, despite all efforts, the city, as Calvin taught us, is a language that continually threatens to escape our interpretation to become self-sign. It is not a simple metaphor. In a climate of total disorientation of perception, the city's charm lies in the boundary between reality and the ability to "live together and confused, disillusioned / like two tired of caring for the sick, / in the uncertainty of their future, / can be sure of what we have to say." And it is a border that changes, that is never clean. Baudelaire writes: "The forms of change une ville plus lives that coer of a mortal." We just have to go on your way, then, even though the journey will look like a kind of impossible to chase those who are "too present for the future."

John Catalano

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"They love" by G. Clerics



They love
Gianluca Chierici

Necklace Babel Suite
Perdisa Pop, 2010 ISBN 978-88-837-2498-5


In Library from September 15.

"If the drawings were just like my dreams, it was because the hand that he had done could not reproduce them exactly, but one thing was clear, we saw the same places. "

The places of childhood, age of unconsciousness by definition, are the problem to be solved, the riddle of yellow tinged with black. But not only. We learn that faith and despair are alike in this modern pop version of the myth of Diana and Actaeon. If Diana is above the figure reveals a double strand that links love and death. The very root of the name is in the Latin word "DIUS" which recalls the light of day but at night the goddess Diana. So much so that, as identified in its lunar event, was the object of worship in Italian witchcraft. Witches and gruesome murders, scary woods lost and clinics, are the backdrop to the loneliness of two children. The mystery linked to the disappearance of their parents, the blink of memories in doubt, dark presence, and hallucinations. We would like to run away but we can not even move a muscle, we want to scream but the voice does not come out. A maze of indecipherable symbols. As we see in a dream an expansion, an expansion of time and space, to a shift of roles, to a continuous exchange of names and people, and all without the surreal scene as never lacking in logic. At least until the dream ends when we discover that dream. If this is the end of the things that often we judge things themselves. We turn and look back in retrospect that things have changed as if they had never been as we thought. If a love is gone means that it was not true love, this could be the error. As if to say that the whole idea could be the explanation. Not the explanation, the only possible, but what we will be satisfied from time to time when not find any other explanation. Admit that "the bottom man is a woman, and basically the woman is a man," for example. Admit that love is a dream and, for once, give up the dream of asking who is who.



John Catalano