P.E.M. marzo-aprile 2023
Pubblichiamo, come sul cartaceo, le poesie dei vincitori delle scorse due edizioni della “Cena poetica” presso la Corte dei Miracoli (9 marzo e 6 aprile 2023).
«Risplendere sempre, risplendere ovunque», questo direbbe Vladimir Majakovskij se gli venisse chiesto perché fare poesia.
Questa rubrica si ritiene umilmente seguace di queste volontà, condividendone lo slancio vitale e provando così a offrire uno sguardo sul mondo della poesia suburbana, che generi un’istantanea della realtà poetica cittadina raccogliendo i contenuti di quegli autori che, attraverso i loro componimenti, sentono l’urgenza di raccontarsi. Il Poeta della sera è dunque una raccolta di contenuti autoriali di prosa e poesia, selezionati tramite la votazione di una giuria popolare durante l’evento della “Cena Poetica”, un convivio che prende le mosse dalla tradizione del Poetry Slam e in cui, tramite la condivisione di vivande e di letture, ci si ricollega a una dimensione raccolta e insieme di festa. Il progetto di questa rubrica è perciò quello di dare testimonianza del passaggio e della presenza di questi momenti di poesia urbana, al fine di renderli sorgivi protagonisti della scena culturale.
(Per leggere la poesia, cliccare sul nome)
Gaia – Filo
Alto accarezzarti la cresta Basso sfiorarti i peli Destra anelli d’argento Sinistra tormento d’un polso Passato sguardo d’aquila su me coniglio Presente corpo koala avvinghiato a me tiglio Futuro un passo avanti canti sul sentiero e raggiungi te che piangi
La mia famiglia è metà terrona metà crucca. La nonna mi fa l’insalata d’arance, l’altra lo strudel. Mio papà ha una barba da lupo di mare, mia mamma non invecchia mai. Vado a scuola, disegno. Quando andiamo in campagna, con gli amici ci perdiamo nei campi di girasole. Il papà mi ha regalato una macchina da scrivere, una vera. Sogno un giorno di aprire una rivista.
No Title – Sofia Paoli
Ancient brown trunks bare the chest of life They inhale like skeletons without the aim of beauty And exhale the loss of leaves as a gift to one day reach If simplicity is the way of words, why does it elude me? Through the wind my confidence grieves me away, For more than something I would have nothing to say But just like this I started to speak Without the bound feet of Ambition's claim. For how can I translate the language of creation? I lack wings, symphonies of a moving bliss I lack eyes to grasp the sight of Shade I only see by color, by word and Absence. Through a blank screen, I entered the Storm Fields of soft snow like white noise trembling When I looked again, they had become wet drops Singing the song of what they had just been As I gazed up to the ships of youth, Cotton clouds sank into a deep blue They sailed together miles ahead like a wave of light falling, Connecting the coming world with the pulse of the pendulum. As we Swing between the strange and familiar Often tricked by the passive and peculiar If forced, I would choose whichever side Pointed back to the womb before twins are split in two. Though Time shifts to longing as we do, United in spirit but split by faith, Parted cells live to trade and release the spell of wholeness Plunging into the remorse of loving both halves the same A vortex drafts it’s own weather, relentless in vain The fog lifted when my shower was done But the pen in my hand still shivered in the Storm Seeking a sound that would not be pinned down As my Sight drowned in shattered drops A virtual silence gave light to the inner Fire was born, letting the ceaseless burn into form For flames seduce perfection into revealing ruined aspects of the perfect itself I watched the flames come in like the predators of waves, They spit out variations of impenetrable names. Sprouting from the poem I was trying to write They smiled at you, who are reading, to take over the fight A flight from flesh is endearing to the naked, But since we are both spectator and Skin, we can play I live, as You breathe, the expanding rage of flames Slowly growing the same seeds it wildly devours Like the peacock entranced by its own tail And the river that tastes the sea inside a snail, Emotion has deceived me at the edge of hypnosis Drowning the very Instinct it ignites, then rolling away I would not stop Shade from following my feet Nor swallow the Light of a star collapsing I would go dancing with Red and Yellow burning weeds Moving in swirls from realm to tree to hell to ecstasy
20 years of signature training through poetry.
Sofia Paoli, futura dottoressa, compositrice e cantrice italiana-indiana.
Here to capture systems through voice and anatomy.
My room – Espirito
You’re gone. Are you? I miss you but you’re still here inside my heart in my sorrow in my happy memories it’s a soft clear beautiful touch of cloud, your love your eyes where I wanna rest from noise Deep into you You, transforming in front of me “tú deviens moi” “je deviens toi” I’m on my bed jaws pressed tired body your poems on my pillow words still, balancing in space I’ve only read the goodbye letter I feel amazed by the fact that we both feel love I felt it you felt it I think about us wondering around enjoying endless moments I’ve promised life I’ll keep deep inside my heart all the teachings you taught me Me, I’m an only child in this beautiful vast chaos Baby elephants rest on my happy heart You. This love. Somehow connected with the innocence of life of discovering a new land a new, soul You, your eyes, your hands soft beautiful you crazy, enthusiastic wonderful man -human- Me, a lonely star laughing and crying in the sky Me capturing these letters, water from an infinite lake blooming flowers newborns grandpas dying recent graduates cars crashing bikes riding the pavement seagulls stealing ice cream wine bottles uncorking parents making love my mom snoring my brother playing with me when I didn’t have any memory You, your soul, the sky. Your eyes loving me, me realizing how much, I love you me crying cold feet big emotions small papers A bird bringing you this message What is this love? I don’t want anything from you -ok, yes- your funny laugh to play one more time with you super slowly super beautifully I wanna dance this time on the floor this time saying goodbye tears in or on my eyes prepositions don’t matter at this point endless Big Bang in my heart life, what’s next? I’m not sure if I’m exploding or imploding expanding or contracting -You- peace of universe Beautiful forest in your eyes birds chirping you, shaking my shoulders I need another page, another life. Life can happily end now with the certainty that I loved I cried I flew. You. Tigers and whales singing day and night melting itself in one word You-me? It doesn’t matter anymore. I need bigger pages bigger words. Mama, I’ve found love Mama, he’s so sweet Mama, I’ve found love and he’s gone but love stays love never goes away.
Born in the South and flew to the North when I was eight years old. I was raised in between Spanish and Ecuadorian cultures. I’m learning from people, my surroundings, and nature.
Currently, I’m living in Dublin, Ireland. I graduated in Psychology. I also studied Clown and other circus arts for a few years. Then I decided to become an English teacher and move to Ireland to find adventures.