Tag Archives: italy

Italian Summers

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mid day of August’s
mid month some echoes
of a church service

on a television where
there are very few visions
a small breeze rises

awakening me to
a tiny drip drop
a small precipitation

into myself until
an airplane breaks
the clouds in two

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Italian Summer, Ferragosto 2015

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mid day of August’s
mid month some echoes
of a church service

on a television where
there are very few visions
a small breeze rises

awakening me to
a tiny drip drop
a small precipitation

into myself until
an airplane breaks
the clouds in two

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The Italian Season

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there was a time
and a place where

I would see spring
coming on black
trees bare in the snow

the people wearing dark
coats un-cladding into colors
as leafs starting to show

smiles on stressed faces
a ray at a time slowly
breaking through

a cloudy sky

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News and Update On California Notebooks

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News and Update On The California Notebooks

Hello every one, as some of you know California Notebook – the book – is soon to come out! Magic happens. It’s like you are in a big dark storm, yes – lately my life has been quite complicated – and all of a sudden you see that glimpse of light, that gold ray coming through. Wow.Desert pics close up watermarked copy
The project started with an unexpected trip to California, a couple of years ago, to the southern desert of the Coachella Valley, in the middle of the summer. Ah, was that a wise choice? Not to the plain mind but I followed my intuition. The heat and the light stroke me silent and I started to observe all that was around me, how my emotions were responding to it. Well, that is what a poet does, and I’ve been a poet for quite a while. I’ve also been a photographer for a long time and having taught photography for years I was now playing with vintage photographs. The desert was really photogenic, no doubt.

When I returned home to Italy I was changed and I could not stop thinking about the magic atmosphere I had just experienced. desert tripod smile smallI did some work at the Art Academy in Milan where I had been teaching, took care of my student’s fall semester exams, and took off again to California. You must know it’s a trend of mine, this one, to travel to chase the light that showers on foreign places, to collect photos of this miracle and then to set up some art shows in Italy. A few years earlier I started to combine poetry with photography and The London Hours turned out to be a great book. Some of the poems were published right here – on this blog – and were chosen for some video poetry and public performances.

Then many more collections followed, most of them published here on line, of the Italian Riviera light, of the French Riviera light, of some Italian lakes light and so on. I must admit Southern France had its spell on me for a long time. That is the land where the Impressionist drank the light in and came up with such innovations in art and it’s a photographer’s heaven. For several years I rented a studio on the coast and crossed the border that was not a border any longer. Now it’s the California Notebooks turn.

Trips unto silence, meditation and peace, basking in the boldest light. Walks into the desert and into one’s soul and memories. I know some people just don’t get it, but many of us do, considering the numbers of my beloved subscribers. Thank you for traveling this road with me! The life of an artist it’s fascinating and it’s also a destiny I believe. It’s not like I can walk away from it and do something else without feeling miserable because I’m trying a 9-5 job, with paid vacations and sick days. I work constantly and try to stay healthy, plus creating is like taking a trip toward a better life, mine and yours I hope. I love to enrich myself spiritually to be able to share with others.

BRIANZA BOOK FESTIVAL 2015 by Gianluca Carrara copySo, this summer I’ve grown a nice garden in Italy, did some good public readings on the California Notebooks in several places and walked up the impervious road of an elderly relative’s sickness. I never took a break, had no vacation, never visited my beloved Mediterranean sea once. Instead I’ve done a lot of planting, feeding and worked on the book; it will be a good one.

I will keep you posted on the progresses, meanwhile please let me hear from you, it will be nice. Are you rejoicing with me and will partake of this?

💫 Grateful you are enjoying what I share weekly, I love having you here!

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UN PETALO – A PETAL – video poetry

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The following minimalist video was shown for the second appointment organized by Archivio Dedalus in Milan, Italy, on Saturday July 11th 2015, together with the documentary on Franco Loi realized by Pezzella and a few others productions by independent filmakers.

The project aims to contribute to Expocittà Milano with cultural additions such as Feed Your Soul.
May I remember that the focus of Expo 2015 is Feed the Planet. Videos had to be part of one of two categories: Herbarium or Bestiary. My evocative video belongs to Herbarium this time, taking you from a petal to an internal journey. At the previous appointment I presented a video poem on My Black Cat that you may have seen or can be seen here on my blog.

On youtube you’ll find an explanation of this suggestive short video in English and here is a link to the original poem as it was previously posted here on WordPress.
https://annamosca.com/2014/02/05/california-notebooks-january-2014-2/

Click, or copy and paste, the link below. Comments here and there are welcome, enjoy it!

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Quaderni Californiani – Stanotte

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The original poem, in English, can be found here:

https://annamosca.com/2014/04/18/california-notebooks-2014-4/

 

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stanotte
la luna è piena

svuotata da mille impegni
io sommersa dall’acqua
bollente forse illuminata

dal cielo arriva il silenzio
il riposo si avvicina
nascosto alla luce

un mondo capovolto una capriola
una contorsione mi ritrovo
stella sbalordita persa

dentro qualche luce spengo
i pensieri – poi gli occhi
vibrano appena

senza peso nello spazio
che scopro dentro

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Quaderni Californiani – Decorata

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The original poem, in English, can be found here:
https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2013/10/19/california-notebooks-sept-2013-3/

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io decorata
da un sorriso inaspettato

adesso presumo poco e vivo il momento
esploro mentre passo sopra

ho smesso di trattenere
lascio cadere

non ho più indirizzi, spilli
o matite mi ritrovo

con delizia nelle ultime
tre righe

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Quaderni Californiani – Incoscienza

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The original poem, in English, can be found here:
https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/08/18/california-notebooks-2014-25/

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permettimi un tuffo
sotto la superficie
delle cose dette una volta

dentro un fiume
d’incoscienza
dentro un mare di

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suoni attutiti si
muovono lentamente
nel ventre di un sorriso

nato nei miei occhi
mentre mi osservi
desiderare il sonno

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Grateful For 2014, grasp the best of today!

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I wish to express my up most gratitude to all of you for the appreciation shown in 2014 and to wish to each one of you to grasp the best of today, and tomorrow, when it comes, I’ll do the same. This is how I’ve learned to wish you a Happy 2015. Life is one step at a time, day by day we ought to count our blessings. Today I’ve you, thank you.

Hoping to have you here in the days to come.

Below is a collection of the poems you liked the most this past year. I though you may like to read them again, when you got the time, or to notice one you may have missed. Enjoy them!

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compare love
to water
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in its many manifesting
ways
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solid and fluid
misty and evaporating
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going up and coming down
never ceasing existing
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always present
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one form or
another

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https://annamosca.wordpress.com/2014/03/29/california-notebooks-2014/

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wishing for one more
soundless day
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swimming quietly
at the bottom of
a sea of written words
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– squealing and chirping
if any outside
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the time held
between night
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and day between
sleep and awakening

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it is so
that every morning
I go about pressing the foot
on the same path that’s how
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habits are formed good ones
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I’ve learned in between
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steps to make treasure of
observation new revelations
as they come blossoms
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in presence

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California Notebooks, Mornings, 2014

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the sound of my steps
my hills on concrete

early in the morning
resounds in my head

is an internal sound
that echoes all over

when thoughts cease
for a minute or two

 

when flowers reach
the fullness of my heart

 

invasive as their perfume
I slow down to inhale

it’s a time warp this one
now suddenly on the

French/Italian Riviera
same me hushed in the

moment of understanding
beauty from within

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Crossing Rivieras, Ciapà Park # 4, 2014

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under or above
removed from usual

grounds from valleys
to enter quieter realms

stillness and marvel
to be marginal

observing whether
with fish or birds

a new silence
lingering in

eternity

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Crossing Rivieras, Ciapà Park # 3, 2014

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time earned to spend
silently in isolation
unseen

to ponder
from afar a gracious
life filled with opportunities

I’m changing vocabulary
words such as trouble
pain and asperity

as an answer on my path
church bells
breaking the stillness

filling the midday air

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2014-07-30 15.21.06

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Crossing Rivieras, Ciapà Park # 2, 2014

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there’s another wind
below on the sea surface

dotting the vast blue

white crests running
one after another

gulfs and houses
sprinkled nearby

a few birds up here

as intermission to the
patient music of the wind

much grace weaved
a cape on my shoulders

and butterflies following me

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Crossing Rivieras, Ciapà Park # 1, 2014

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a minute to sit

on a mountain rock
to breath the pines

perfume moved about
by the wind up high

clouds moving faster

than me walking
swiftly down hill

on myriads of pebbles
gathered a constellation

in the middle of the path
the steps of God

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