- FEBRUARY 2018 -
THE POEM
A long war
by Tommaso Di Ciaula
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Wind with its smell
Of washed stone
And massacred clouds,
Wind that hurls itself against me:
a long war,
the grass pierces the land:
a long war.
The land has green masks
and winds with torn cassocks,
men with bated breath
desperately in love
stick nails and roses
into the land.
Man woman land:
a long war.
(Translation by Susan Perry)
From Chiodi e Rose (Matera, 1970)
Apulian countryside. Photo by Pierluigi Bolognini
My Salento - by Maria Felicita Cordella
Greetings from Punta Meliso - by Lino Angiuli
The tired woman dreamer - by Adeodato Piazza Nicolai
Greetings from Castro - by Lino Angiuli
OSTUNI, I - by Paolo Valesio
The Last Green God - by Barbara Carle
Greetings from Acaia - by Lino Angiuli
And now that our words… - by Giovanna Politi
If you forget me - by Giovanna Politi
Only a chapter - by Joseph Tusiani
2015-01-06 - by Francesco Aprile
And they will come again - by Giovanna Nosarti
Bar - by Maurizio Evangelista
Grandma - by Toti Bellone
The secret of fire - by Antonio Belpiede
Half-open - by Carlo Alberto Augieri
(De finibus terrae / The ends of the earth) - by Anita Piscazzi
Gargano Olive trees - by Joseph Tusiani
With tight long bites - by Rita Rucco
The Traveller - by Marcello Comitini
Greetings from - by Joseph Tusiani
(to life) - by Marco F. D’Astice
Deep in the desecrated country - by Tommaso Di Ciaula
I was born on the 21st in Springtime - by Alda Merini
Late spring - by Adeodato Piazza Nicolai
These lemons - by Ernesto Treccani
Of dreams and tatters - by Joseph Tusiani
My grandmother’s wrinkled hands - by Giovanna Nosarti
Freedom - by Marcello Comitini
It’ll be a sentence handed down by the fathers - by Teodora Mastrototaro
the suitcase - by Alessio Laterza
I need - by Maurizio Evangelista
Village Village - by Daniele Giancane
i was reading the story of stories of stories - by Robert Viscusi
Crossing the Murgia - by Sergio D’Amaro
Murmur and a pearl - by Joseph Tusiani
If you glimpse - by Tommaso Di Ciaula
tuning can be difficult if you strain at it - by Robert Viscusi
It’s a good omen - by Cristanziano Serricchio
You can go deep into the woods at night - by Maurizio Cucchi
For love - by Luigi Fontanella
Dear words that you hear - by Cristanziano Serricchio
Ants and children play nearby - by Cristanziano Serricchio
The Celestial City - by Luigi Fontanella
A glance at the stars - by Tommaso Di Ciaula
When I went back to my town in the South - by Vittorio Bodini
We live in a spell - by Vittorio Bodini
You don’t know the South - by Vittorio Bodini
Wishing for a Wrong Number - by Joseph Tusiani
warandpeace: from without to will be - by Walter Vergallo
Song of Bicentennial - by Joseph Tusiani
let’s make ourselves a bridge - by Robert Viscusi