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@ 9 poetically: Folly and celebration

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March 28, 2013 

We want, in general, a complete sense that offers stability and that it confers to become a purpose that is in line with the cause, although it appears that manifests itself indefinitely. The variety and unpredictability are concepts that attempt to harness what we do not see and do not intend to.

We usually imagine a recipe, a formula and a belief that it is a shield to infinity appear. We sublime anguish towards becoming a tremor and crippling fall forever into nothing.

Everything in order, both in time, both in the report that goes from the origin to the end. Birth and death of the subject and the verb, soul and body, invite you to consider us in splits with a fake faith, agnostic, scientific, religious, we recomposed entirely or leave us in an indistinct appear that we will be silent and into oblivion.

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Image taken from HERE

And the silence due to fear, pushes the imagination to invent other languages ​​that they are not so in the belief that a mechanical cause (genesis) is unquestionably the effect arrivals (dissolution). And we want other words, other sequences and suggestions. Other forms of suffering which are not the rationality of fear. A folly that multiply in the game other ways of becoming, for further shores of existence.

We want the folly that translated into two notes, gifts of faith multiply different sounds in an infinite composing that makes it suspended the silence of nothingness.

To listen to “La Follia” –  Arcangelo Corelli, click HERE

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# 13 Contamination: the Passacaglia: The present and the past

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March 26, 2013

In the curious and friendly gaiety that sometimes appears in walking into unknown territories, immediately after the first breath solitary, here flows the past who accompanies us on the trail. The crowd of possible events and those that occurred, offering a rainbow of emotions, as this Passacaglia from the Suite no. 7 Friedric George Handel arias which provides progressive, with a sequence of repeated notes in a similar manner to the art of fugue by Johann Sebastian Bach. In fact, we already have an idea of ​​where it will go the musical cell that is repeated in slightly different tones.

Listening and contemporary recollection of the previous plea, it vibrates in us with sweetness and nostalgia. The notes open in the run-up of the arches that fall like tears on smiles plucked harp. Any reason not close, because it starts as a step after the other in a staccato rhythm of a trail off in a more indefinite progression towards ourselves. In fact, the harp collects all the segments of the previous sounds.

Like a fountain that collects flows, so as soon as the water jet is finished, it reclines and is preparing to start a cascade of notes collected in the violins, which are ready to throw in the higher tones.

As the harp is ready to receive the new ad, after a brief suspension, so we astonished with wonder, we start the journey that accompanies us with new reflections of what we were.

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Georg Friedrich Handel portrait by Thomas Hudson in 1749.
Image taken from HERE

To listen to the Passacaglia from the Suite no. 7 George Handel Friedrich click HERE

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Contamination # 12: The brotherhood and sisterhood: Sly and Family Stone

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March 21, 2013 

 

The sisterhood and brotherhood as: Sly And Family Stone.
La sororité et de fraternité que: Sly Stone et Famille.

Questo gruppo che parte alla fine degli anni sessanta, oggi è considerato come una band musicale soul variopinta. Eppure tanti gruppi, a loro si sono ispirati. Loro hanno aperto una porta, dove, ancora oggi, i musicisti attingono. La fratellanza e la sorellanza. Freddy, il fratello di Sly, suonava la chitarra. Larry Graham suonava il basso. Cinthya Robinson e Jerry Martini suonavano rispettivamente la tromba e il sassofono. Un bianco e una nera che suonavano assieme sopra il palco. E Greeg Enrico alla batteria: un ispanico. Questo gruppo suonava come se fossero un’unica persona. Il gruppo non attraversava i confini razziali: li cancellava. LE DONNE SUONAVANO STRUMENTI. GLI UOMINI CANTAVANO E LO SHOW ERA MANDATO AVANTI DA UN NERO. In Europa, ancora oggi noi tutti ci dobbiamo arrivare. Ed ecco a voi “Stand” che parla del colore della pelle, dell’odio e dell’amore. Signori questo è il nostro futuro.

This group, which starts at the end of the sixties, is now regarded as a band colorful soul. Yet many groups, they were inspired. They have opened a door, where, even today, the musicians draw. Freddy’s brother Sly, played the guitar. Larry Graham played bass. Cinthya Robinson and Jerry Martini respectively played the trumpet and saxophone. A white and a black playing together on the stage. And Greeg Henry on drums: a Hispanic. This group sounded as if they were one person. The group crossed racial boundaries: they erased. WOMEN played instruments. SUNG MEN AND THE SHOW WAS SENT NEXT TO A BLACK. In Europe, we all still have to go. And here “Stand” that talks about the color of their skin, hatred and love. Gentlemen, this is our future.

Ce groupe, qui commence à la fin des années soixante, est aujourd’hui considérée comme une âme bande colorée. Pourtant, de nombreux groupes, ils se sont inspirés. Ils ont ouvert une porte, où, aujourd’hui encore, les musiciens dessiner. Frère Freddy Sly, jouait de la guitare. Larry Graham joue de la basse. Cinthya Robinson et Jerry Martini respectivement joué de la trompette et le saxophone. Un blanc et un noir à jouer ensemble sur scène. Et Greeg Henry à la batterie: un hispanique. Ce groupe sonne comme si elles étaient une seule personne. Le groupe a traversé les frontières raciales: elles effacées. Les femmes ont joué des instruments. Sung Men et le spectacle était ENVOYÉ à côté d’un noir. En Europe, nous avons tous encore à parcourir. Et ici, “Stand” qui parle de la couleur de leur peau, de la haine et de l’amour. Messieurs, ceci est notre avenir.

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Image taken from HERE

To listen to “Stand” click HERE

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@ 8 poetically: the friend who is rediscovered

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March 19, 2013 

What a surprise !

Hello,
here I am with a friend.
He is a person at all familiar and so often at home that seems to be transparent and predictable. Every now and then the events of the world draw near to the rooms where we live, the place that is considered natural and isolated from others. For those efforts are used to understand the secret, the result is always to see him in a calm and warm smile. He is sympathetic to observant of all religions. The atheist occasionally calls him for some walks in the paths of introspection. The agnostic welcomes him every time during the stops pleasant or forced at any time of the cycle of the Sun

In addition, he is able to grant nearly irreconcilable views and customs. Perhaps the secret lies in a universal prayer which does not purport answers, and that it leaves everyone free to locate them as they see fit.

Yes it is!

Prayer is common to the laity and to the believers, ancient and modern; even to those who worship the case and technique. Even before Zeus and religions “animistic”, there are prayers that stifle the applicant, while others bind, some of the sublime. Yet it seems that our friend does not keep his hands clenched. Our friend is convinced that the answer is already in the prayer of each one.

Each element is already involved in his appeal: the water, the sun, passing through the Earth.

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Francesco  and his brother Sun. Picture taken from HERE

Hi Francesco  !

 

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@ 7 poetically: Teresa Mattei: the fire that lives

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March 14, 2013 

A Teresa Mattei: the fire that lives – Lino Milita

I’m back, excited to see me again.
The laces laughs the actor arrived
who faces deposited over time.
The guest speaker, but the other is silent.

The departure is near and the mask
desperate to embrace the old link,
but the answer is to that past.
The pain changes the irony in resentment.

The trip builds memories dying
that will reshape to the new meeting
and new tears reopen old wounds.

The harsh openings make it malleable.
The force increases, as it fades.
The fire inside the touch and she is reborn.

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Picture taken HERE

 

Teresa Mattei, said Teresita (Genoa, 1 February 1921 – Lari, March 12, 2013) was an Italian partisan and political.
She was in training fighter Garibaldi “Youth Front” (with the rank of Company Commander). She was the youngest elected to the Constituent Assembly, where she assumed the post of secretary in the Bureau of the Constituent Assembly. She was also “Executive National Union of Italian Women” and she was the inventor of the use of mimosa for “Women’s Day” the eight of March. The idea came to her when she learned that Luigi Longo intended to give to the women for that day of violets; Mattei intervened suggesting a flower poorer and more common in the countryside.

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* 5 Special Guest: we have to say yes to becoming

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March 12, 2013 

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Victor Nizovtsev-Contemplation: image taken
HERE

Shadow lines – Lino Milita 

The meeting of shadow lines
avoided for fear,
I undergo cyclical sunrises and sunsets,
and of missed appointments
I have been made and lived.

From the appointment of the last frontier
my anguish,
I leave the last fear and trembling
to say yes to fear
become unpredictable life.
I say yes to this universe.

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* 4 Special Guest: Poetry: The immediate original

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March 7, 2013 

In the languages ​​and modern techniques is the supposed evidence in composing female and male in the division of the heart and brain; in a quadrilateral where each element is intended to separate and then it is juxtaposed with the senses and intellect.

And all this is even more true for the inclination of an “artist” or a “mathematical”

We believe to reason and discern with pieces of meat hanging in the butcher shop.

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Painter: Giacomo Sonaglia 

Yet the act of writing poetry, even before writing, this is because it expresses what the body feels and emanates towards everything that is real. But expresses all using the contemplation of the sublime of every aspect of the real, which is seen as a universal act. Each poem as it is complex, it is a composition immediate with what the body expresses at the time, birth, death, the meaning of love and hate.

Cloverleaf of migrant stars (poetry comes from “Suspended Dreams”)

Everywhere I look obsequious and anxious
the four large paintings of the horizon,
that they offer the ocean from the ground chamfered
of flames that rise up the air excitedly.

The aerial messenger gives yellow
Autumn chased, severe, from
winter shadow of the leaves in heap
where they intersect the angle of the cloverleaf.

And to regain the presence of emerald
springs that erupt from essences,
these reproduce the ecstatic thaw
of the stars of the leafy stem.

Each clover is also a quadrilateral of shadows
who deny the association hidden,
but the stars migrants hearts heavenly
report the blazing grafts.

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@ 6 poetically: the work consumed and the cry devoured

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March 5, 2013

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The Scream devoured – The ThyssenKrupp worker

Lino Milita

The anonymous dead mystified
by mysterious profits,
rummage unchanged
miserable bones,
for the annuity granted
from the ring royal
of pagan remittance.

Textures entombed
with hands that are woven
errors mythologized,
retain mediocre
meat eaten
from bondage burning
of shouts devoured.

“The Silesian Weavers” by Christian Johann Heinrich Heine (Düsseldorf, December 13, 1797 – Paris, February 17, 1856), arose after the revolt of the weavers in 1844. Today we have workers that are consumed and “non-workers” that are emptied .

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Heinrich Heine, image taken HERE

Deaths from “work” indicate that this poem is not the past. Here we have a cry. And today we have even more in the scream of the dead to the “do not work”

The Silesian Weavers

In lightless eyes there are not tears.
They sit at the loom and gnash the gears.
Germany, we weave the cloth of the dead
Threefold be the curse we weave ’round your head
We’re weaving, we’re weaving.

A curse to the god to whom we knelt.
Through the winter’s cold, such hunger felt.
In the past we hoped, we waited, we cried
You’ve mocked us and poxed us and cast us aside
We’re weaving, we’re weaving.

A curse on the king of the empire,
Who would not quell our misery’s fire.
He took every penny we had to give
Then shot us like dogs with no right to live
We’re weaving, we’re weaving.

A curse on the cold, ruthless fatherland,
Where outrage and shame fester by your hand,
Where blossoms are trampled under your boot,
Where rot and decay are allowed to take root.
We’re weaving, we’re weaving.

The shuttle is flying, the weaving looms roar.
Day and night we weave with you at our door.
Old Germany, we weave the cloth of the dead.
Threefold be the curse we weave ’round your head.
We’re weaving, we’re weaving.

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* 3 Special Guest: COMPETITION FOR SHORT STORIES, “WOMEN AND THE SEA”

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March 3, 2013 

To participate you must be a member of the Facebook group “Star Books”, here’s the address:

www.facebook.com / groups / libristellari

It participates in the group by entering a separate post with attached his own story, maximum 1000 characters including spaces and punctuation, in doc format (Word 97-2003 format, not docx) or pdf file not protected, or in RTF (Rich Text Format) .

If you want you can also insert an image in the file that illustrates the story. Inside the file type, before the text of the story, your first and last name and the title of the story; basically write your web site or blog, FB page, in short, all the web pages that will affect you.

The name of the file containing the account must be in this form: “Miniconcorso – Name and surname of the author – Title of the story.”

The theme of the stories is: “Women and the Sea”. Deadline to enter the tales: Sunday, March 17, 2013. 
 
 As of 18 March 2013, will have access to all the stories participants, we will post a poll so that those who want to be able to read the stories in the “Files” section of the group and vote his favorite.

The three stories of winners (first, second and third place) will be posted on these sites:

– FB page of “The Library of the artists Jedi”

– Blog Giuseppe Ciucci, http://djonemesispoesiaeracconti.blogspot.it/

– Star Blogs Demaris, http://stella-demaris.blogspot.it/

– Blog of Lino Milita, http://poeticamentelino.blogspot.it/

– Site by Diego Lights, http://www.diegoluci.it/

The winning story, in addition to publication in the sites mentioned above, will be advertised in the various FB groups dedicated to writing and to emerging writers.

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Good work!

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* 2 Special Guest: Dreams Suspended in paper

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February 28, 2013

And step by step, I now present the printed version of my book of poems and images “Dreams suspended”, available on the web.

 

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Our reality that is more real and more intimate

 

The book in paperback version you can find it on Youcanprint: HERE e su IBS HERE

In confident expectation of comments and observations, I remember where you can find my book of poems with images “Dreams suspended” in digital format:

Amazon – mobi format: HERE

Feltrinelli – epub format: HERE
Ultima books – epub – mob formats: HERE
BookRepublic – epub format: HERE