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after decades spent
in the seriousness of being
pondering judging achieving
fastening my seat belt
to the land of lightness
where islands do float
as all my thoughts
in enchanted bliss
here silently I’m
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This poem appears in the first volume of the “California Notebooks”.
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on mornings I walk
into the sun rising with each step
I type in words – they crowd around me
at dawn very few people are
around silence is bubbling
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
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white wellness
welcomed within
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quietness
a silence seek
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nearly no movement
a mussel in a shell
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I hear love
surging
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if I could
stay forever
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fractions
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From the collection The London Hours, 2012.
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I cannot be richer than
on summer nights
deep in silence
and beauty
open wide open
window mind soaring
above a few clouds strolling
by the moon
the language of nature
whispering to me the
dreams to come
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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the sound of listening
intense in the desert
morning rising to beauty
sitting in the sun
waiting for silence
to fill me from within
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the seduction of silence
lays in between pages
behind printed letters
it breaths and live
in spite of your sight
beauty that never gets
old a thousand dawns
rising slowly within
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silence i miss
and a shaved head
a secluded
place and a bit of light
into this
confusing night
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I gather my thoughts
bending a little
away from the wind
that clears skies
from darkness of clouds
the air is gold
colored tiny speckles
dancing away a tip
a tap one tip more
fingers tapping with
closed eyes
a dance suspended
draw me closer
to your rhythm before
the next silence
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10.
have you been to that quiet corner
in your house when you shut out
all the superficial chatter where
you are the spirit of poetry
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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I’ve tried to explain
how the whites around
the words are so important
to me those silences I caress
on paper breaths spaces
make the poem
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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as the steps behind the stage
before the curtains rise fretful
yet filled with anticipation are
these morning poems coming
to me out of silence – eager
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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5.
on mornings I walk
into the sun rising with each step
I type in words – they crowd around me
at dawn very few people are
around silence is bubbling
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After Wallace Stevens poem Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
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I sit quietly
to open this treasure
stillness the key
to translate
silence
my new language
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I quiver as the sun
comes back out
from behind the trees
I remember being
fifteen drenched in
too many questions
boiling over in the
heat of the sunshine
evaporating upward
leaving
room for silence
to fill each single
gap each crevice
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Here is a short video of a conference held a couple of weeks ago in Italy on the Focal Point of my artistic path. Where poetry and photography meet. By next week-end I will have the English version ready. Meanwhile, I’ll say, enjoy my photographic presentation.
Ecco il breve video di una conferenza tenuta il 21 Maggio, a Monza per Poesia Presente, niente meno che alla saletta Reale della stazione! Mi è stato chiesto di presentare il punto focale della mia ricerca artistica, dove e perchè la poesia si incontra con la fotografia. In poco più di un quarto d’ora vi racconto il percorso di una vita e spero che sia il mio lavoro fotografico che quello poetico vi muovano dentro e vi aiutino a capire il mio cammino. Attendo i vostri riscontri. Buona visione e buon ascolto…
Il video comincia con un sussurro di note, non alzate il volume.
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