Greetings Edoardo Sanguineti, poet and song-garde anarchist break free from the sterility of the consolidated ... this bold sea travelers open Have a safe journey in the afterlife ...
"... if I were to say today, in short, what is the deep instinct from which all of modern poetry was born, I would say that this drive is that of anarchy. And 'this impulse I did write once, at the conclusion of a poem of 1976, as proposed autoepitaffio: "I did not believe in anything." And the problem of a poet, now remains for me, as for his readers, moreover, to transform the impulse to revolt in a proposal for a revolution, and make their disbelief a project viable. " Edoardo Sanguineti
Among the many poems of this poet's love of adventure and experimentation, there is one, quite well known, that denotes the unbeatable feeling, the visionary spirit and ability to always be "uber "forward, a prospect that bows to the few with passion, alas, neglected truth of creation.
The Ballad of the women of Edoardo Sanguineti
When I think about it, that time has passed,
older mothers who have brought us,
also girls who were love,
and then the wives and daughters and daughters in law,
female I think, if I think a joy
think the male, I think the boredom.
When I think that the time has come, the partisan
fought here,
one hit, wound once
and the dead, we buried
female I think, if I think the peace
think the male , does not think like.
When I think of that time back,
comes the day when the day dawns, I think that is the cradle
a woman's belly, belly
and home is holding a skirt, and
belly is cash, which is the Finally,
that the day comes that you go to sleep.
Because the woman is not heaven, is a land
ground meat that does not want war:
is this land that I was sown,
life that I lived in. I planted, try the hot
here that the heart can hear us,
the long night that I get nothing. Female
I think, if I think the human
my partner, I take you by the hand.
from "The wolf-cat (Poems 1982-2001)"
