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Thirteen Ways Of Looking At a Poem – 9

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I’ve tried to explain
how the white 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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Small Update: California Notebooks, The Book, ENG/ITA

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English Text – La versione italiana è sotto la foto

Hello, hello (a song starts in my mind, actually a couple of songs, overlapping each other)… this is a small update to share with you the excitement about the book California Notebook coming out soon!

I’m doing some “sort of “ last minute countdown on the date the book will be available to all on the internet and on the best libraries! Being Italian this book had to be published in Italy, a country that loves approximations, and I myself I’m not a number lover, I must admit. I will make sure to tell you when that is.

Meanwhile, as God has his mysterious ways and the universe moves in spite of us, it turns out that I’ve been invited to launch my book by the Comune of Arcore, the city counsel of the small town I’m from, where I grew my wings before starting to fly all over the world. Isn’t this absolutely karmic? I got chills when I started to see the picture. We always start from the roots no matter how large into the clouds our branches are.

Hopefully those kids that grew up with me will show up and we’ll have some kind of planned from above reunion, yes, because my mom and I keep on running into people I’ve not seen in decades. My heart is overflowing. Shortly after I will leave my hometown to fly back to California to gather more inspiration and serenity, to breath deeply and to warm my bones in the sun.

Anyhow here is a little spoiler: the book will be filled with poetry on silence and the beauty of life, counting 80 poems! It will come out first as paperback then as hardback cover too and e-book. Not sure what your preferences are, if you let me know I’ll be delighted…
I’m so happy to be able to share this awesome book (so some of my super-fans say) with you. I will fill you in with details soon.

Dedicated to those people whose soul wants to rise and blossom.

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Small update: California Notebooks il libro

Hello, hello (una canzone parte nella mia testa, in effetti un paio si sovrappongono)… questo è un piccolo update per condividere con voi la mia felicità per l’uscita imminente del libro California Notebooks/Quaderni californiani!

Sto facendo una “specie di count-down” per la data di quando il libro sarà disponibile on line e nelle migliori librerie! Dico “specie” perché ben sappiamo che in Italia, dove ho pubblicato questo libro (essendo italiana non avevo scelta per questioni fiscali), si amano le approssimazioni su date e orari. Io stessa non sono molto precisa con i numeri, lo ammetto. Farò in modo di farvela sapere.

Nel frattempo, siccome Dio ha vie misteriose e l’universo continua a muoversi nonostante noi, salta fuori che il Comune di Arcore, paese da cui provengo, dove ho cresciuto le mie ali prima di volare in tutto il mondo, mi invita a fare il lancio del mio libro proprio lì. Non vi sembra assolutamente karmico? Mi è venuta la pelle d’oca quando ho cominciato a capire cosa stava succedendo. Si parte sempre dalle radici, indipendentemente da quanto alte nelle nuvole siano i nostri rami.

Spero che i ragazzini/e che sono cresciuti con me verranno e che avremo una specie di riunione organizzata dall’alto, sì, perché sia io che mia madre continuiamo ad incrociare persone che non avevo più visto da decadi. Il mio cuore è felice. Subito dopo volerò di nuovo in California per raccogliere nuova ispirazione e serenità, respirare a fondo e scaldarmi le ossa al sole.

Ad ogni modo ecco una piccola anticipazione: il libro sarà zeppo di poesie sul silenzio e sulla bellezza della vita, per essere esatti, 80 testi! Uscirà prima con la copertina morbida, poi rilegato e come e-book. Non sono sicura quali siano le vostre preferenze e mi piacerebbe saperle, scrivetemele, ve ne sarò grata…
Sono così felice di poter condividere con voi questo libro (come lo descrivono i miei super-fans) eccezionale. Vi aggiornerò presto con gli ultimi dettagli.

Dedicato a quelle persone la cui anima vuole crescere e fiorire.

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Photos by Michal Utterback

Not Rosaries Nor Missals – The Look Of My Soul – July 2015

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in between loving cats
and feeding elders
roaming paths

it was the caressing
with my eyes of the olive
trees barks twisted by

the winds and the lack
of water is that the look
my soul has she had no

idea life was business
to attend same the church
and the cats and the elderly

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit to pop up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year. The older poems of the collection can be found and read using the search window.

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Up in Smoke, 2013

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she marveled realizing the shape inside her chest

that void often filled with air and beauty when

merry it would change shape as birds sung

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it shrunk at sounds belonging to civilization

a soul with preconceived ideas she wondered

he laughed back at her concept

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a soul thriving on sounds, smells and visions

she could picture shapes and leaps inside it

she could sit still and recognized

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the life in her. her blood, her breath

her cells multiplying, spreading,

it was surely a wonderful place to be

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The London Hours, 2012

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I went to look for soul
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it’s a music I was told
I hear nothing with my ears
hearing voices is bad
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it’s rhythm and blues
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I have no rhythm when I’m blue
I lay paralyzed
in panic
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a void.
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With soul the body moves
improvising on
vocal tension
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clapping
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I improvise often
don’t feel like clapping
air or silence or loss or hollowness
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we must intend differently
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yes, an internal principle
reached not
by human
effort.
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The London Hours, 2012

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The stomach is located in the human body
the soul is located somewhere
in the human body
for a time
or less.
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The pupil is located in the eye
situated disambiguosly on a side of the head
your eyes fear to open up too close to me lately
My soul seem foggy and fleeting
you are gone you said
I’m left severed
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I swallow
to feel
full.
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my wilderness at twilight, 11-2011

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my wilderness at twilight
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is such
to mellow out
on cords you play
softly downing as dusk falls
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ghostly sounds
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of missing a missing soul
of kisses missed
invite me
to stay
today
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hey
you do
sing fine
feel my skin
raising to your
touch shaking softly
at the sound your voice
cutting the air as a gloved
hand passing through snow
winter afternoons turning to nights
in darkness waiting silently for your return
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strings
notes and voices
riding the silent winter sunset
no much color just a blush powered on
darkness standing strong against
people laying down on an end
not rising just lingering
one after another
a bullet or two
your note
a must
miss
me
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.My wilderness at twilight