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sabato 23 giugno 2018

The star full of love



I woke up one morning
and there was a star in the sky
I followed that star
all around the world

I was searching for love
and when I found myself
on the starting place,
after twenty five million miles,
I realized that  love was inside of me.

That star was a star full of love.

lunedì 18 giugno 2018

Sighing at the Universe


We might call it God

It's already  dawn 
somewhere in the east
 while the same sun
 is setting down
 yonder in  the west
 and seven billions hearts are throbbing
 all around the earth
 with their evil and good
moved by the same force
 that pushes the rivers, the seas and the stars:
 we might call It God
Mistery, Cosmos or Physics' Laws
 but that's It.

If you want you can read more free poems through the link below


giovedì 23 marzo 2017

London for ever - 7


The lambs lie down on Westminster
sacrificied by the shot dead priest
of the nothingness faith
pushed by madness
moved by hate
sent by  pretending prophets
who now are cheering up 
for more victims
in the pantheon web
of foolishness.
But two faults
never can make a why,
and violence can never be justified
even if you had a reason
to be spent
 somewhere.
Men of power,
for the sake of the true 
Merciful God
of the whole humanity,
please, put apart any selfishness
and hear the poor poet
claiming for justice.

In London the 22nd of March 2017

lunedì 12 settembre 2016

Just a searcher of love




“Ubi sunt qui ante nos in mundo fuere?”
This question grows in my mind, from time to time;

 “Where are those who lived the world before we did?!”

It’s a question I make searching for God or investigating on Him!

One day I discover that other people have questioned God
 or themselves about the same matter: 
surely Kindleben
 and before him some unknown poet in 1271 
or maybe a classic latin poet…

Is that to be a poet?

Asking all the time the same questions?
We need something new in the world…
I just wanted to be happy, not a poet…

If I were happy would not be a poet…
But a poet is not just a rhymer, or a versemaker…

A poet is a searcher for love!


venerdì 12 agosto 2016

Like Poseidon in the Atlantic Ocean

You might think that the New Neptune God (Poseidon for the Greeks) is a long beard man with a trident in the right hand, as the iconography represents him everywhere. But the New God of the Seas is actually a  Triton submersible, called Nomad, piloted by Patrick Lahey, co-founder of Triton Submarines from Vero Beach, FL, U.S.A..

Jim Clash has interviewd him for Forbes.com under 1,000 feet under the surface, in the deepness of Atlantic ocean.
You can read the hole interview through the link below. 


http://www.forbes.com/sites/jimclash/2016/08/05/guinness-world-record-intrepid-interview-conducted-1000-feet-deep-in-nekton-sub-near-bermuda/#6213992d3b0c

domenica 10 gennaio 2016

And I’m still lonely like a stone




And I’m still lonely
Like a stone.
When you are alone at  birth
You'll live alone
Forever.
Only God
Makes me not feel 
alone!

In Sardinia, on  1990

domenica 16 febbraio 2014

Poem of Creation



Prologue
I sing  the God Almighty’s  Creation
Whereof were firstly born Adam and Eve
former seed of any human Nation
at the time  they could only   conceive
 the joyfulness with no desperation
In the Eden still so far to misgive
The challenge of that infernal snake
Who wanted to be a godlike fake !

I also sing  about the  brave men strays,
  Straight descendants of that chosen race,
who  such in boldly and daring ways
     Isr’eli  people to holy surface
  They lead of  Palestine.  Hates, loves, betray’ls,
     I don't omit, on fortune and disgrace:
  those between God and men, tribes and kingdoms ;
And  I sing  laws, exiles, wars, in my  songs.

Arduous so much however it ‘s my part,
long and full of traps my composition,
That plenty of fear I feel into my heart,
  if I dare to see myself on action,
and tremble  with my head before I start
The Old and the New Holy Narration!
My Fairy God, Firmament’s Creator
Please make me such an able narrator!

From   Genesis’ to Apocalypse’s book
please drive my hand among rhymes and accents  
 to enable me to understand and hook   
the most significant , deep sentiments
in order they can take a fairly look   
of  those seventy three, pious components!
If someone goes to Source for sweeter  taste
  surely my efforts I will not waste!


First Canto
From the Book of Genesis
I

As beginning God created the sky

 And the earth, which was shapeless and desert

And   darkness cover’d the abysses close by;

but on the waters, with divine, expert  

zeal, God established that the obscurity

had to be opened to the bright alert!

 God, seeing that it was good, called Day the light.

and the darkness, instead, was named Night. 


Then beneath the waters, the firmament

sett God, and between them, b’low, the dry land

He also set, whither at same moment,  

 to any bud and   tree He gave command

from seed, to be produc’d for nourishment

of any species, in ground, soil or sand!

After He had named sky, earth and sea

To following duty God had to begin. 


 Hereafter the lights in the sky He set

doing the moon and ‘sun for night and day,

And others signs and stars in dose correct,

for making years and seasons going away,

Because The Most High is more than Perfect

and furthermore of this I cannot say !

About this seventh stanza therefore

I will not tell you nothing anymore!

…to be continued…

Verses by Ignazio Salvatore Basile

studio.basile@tiscali.it

giovedì 19 dicembre 2013

The hand of God

The Church is like a hand: the thumb is the Pope, who gives stability, firmness and safety;
the fore finger are the missionaries, who walk along the paths indicated by the Lord: "Go and preach all over the world!"
the medium finger  are  sisters and friars, because if you raise your hands to heaven, that's what you get nearer to God by prayer;
the ring finger are the priests, that bring the faith into the homes and
receive families in the parish  to transmit their faith;
Finally the little finger are the bishops and cardinals who, if do not try to prevail with arrogance and presumption on the other fingers of the hand, may beautify and complete the hole hand.

sabato 7 settembre 2013

Poem of Creation

 
Chapter 6
Where we narrate the last deeds  of King David,  of Solomon and his greatness;
From the  two books of the Kings.
II

In fact the day has come right now,
10. that  David reigns since  forty years,
To put  his powerful scepter down
And ‘cause the oldness he  fears
He has to choose who’ll  wear the crown
And writes his will with ink of love and  tears
15. That Solomon must in the  throne  be sit
And Ebiatàr and  Ioàb instead be guilt.

...to be continued...

giovedì 22 agosto 2013

Titus Lucretius Carus - II


Since ever manhood,  on their reflections on life,  has been wondering the reasons why we were born and the reasons why we must suffer.

Lucretius in his fith book of  " de rerum natura" praises Epicurus for his endeavors  to cut out religion from human life.

When I was younger I thought that religion was just a way to dominate the men: a toil in the hands of the priests to control men's life; exactly what Epicurus said in the third millennium B.C. and Lucretius quotes in his masterpiece "de rerum natura".
According to Epicurus men must search for happyness; to do with this they must not fear death; as matter of fact, says the great greek philosopher , when a man is alive,  is not conscious of death; and when is dead, he cannot realize death.
The fear of Death is the key for superstions, passions and all the other conditioning of life.
Epicurus says that Gods do not exist and  men must search for happyness regardless of gods.

Then I found out my faith in God: in the truly, unique, God; and I have found Him out through the life, the words, the example of His Son, Jesus, who descended in the earth wearing clothes of man.

I know that my faith is not a rational answer to thoughts like those of Epicurus (and even those of Lucretius), but faith is not a result of reasoning; faith is a search of reasons: reasons of life, of suffering, of happiness...

On the other hand Epicurus, like most of ancient greek philosophers may consider to be illuministic thinkers (in an ante litteram sense) and to them can be told what theologists  have answered to Illuminism since 18th century A.D.(this is not the right place to undertake such an ardous task).

I don't want to diminish the value of their concepts against mines: I instead take much respect on their ideas though I can't share them in the light of God.


It must be said that probably western thinking must never approached even the religious thruths it now accepts, without such great contributes from greek and roman Writers.

Angelo Ruggeri, a bright scholar on classic studies, in his critique and analysis of Lucretius masterpiece, declares the powerlessness of Epicurus's thought against harmness and sufference in human life.
In his own words, he asks : "does the universe of Epicurus  really remove fears from human mind, enabling a happy life?" (I'll to try to give an answer, with the help of Angelo Ruggeri in a next post).
I present in the end of my post an English translation of some verses from Lucretius'  masterpiece's  Book VI, wich is one of the praises that the roman poet dedicates to his greek mentor through out all the six books.
About these verses Angelo Ruggeri himself explains:
"As in a system of tyranny who is defending its own just rights, defends the rights of all, so in this  society of dissatisfied individuals, who manages to be happy and teaches others the way to be such , shall cooperate to the happiness of all. The Roman poet Lucrezio placed the Greek philosopher Epicurus among the Gods  for having proposed this order."



Praise to Epicurus - from Book V - VV 1-51
English Version by Angelo Ruggeri


Who ever could have so much strength in the heart


to raise a song worthy of the  grandiosity


of the things treated and of the wonderful discoveries?


Or have so much value to be able with words



to compose a praise worthy of the merits



of the one who left us gifts so wanted ,



drawing  them from his own mind?



None I think, who is made of mortal body.


In fact, if we want to use words worthy


of the acknowledged grandiosity of the work


he was a God, noble  Memmius, a God certanly


he who first found the rule of life that today is called wisdom


and by means of this art, pulled the life from the darkness


of a stormy sea, and raised it in a quiet and enlightened place.


Compare this exploit with those of ancient Gods.


Cerere is said to have given harvest to mortals,


Bacco  the strong  and sweet juice  of the vine:


indeed we could live without those goods,


as it is fame that  live  some people,


but we cannot live happy without a  quiet heart ;


therefore with a just reason we think he is a God


who has taught us the comfort of sweet life


that even today, disseminated among men,


cheer up minds.


If you then thought that the undertakings of Ercole


are of greater value, you’re ages ago from the truth.


What evil could make us today the  Nemeus lion


with its big mouth or the terrible wild boar Arcadius?


What harm could make us the bull  of Creta


or  the pestiferous Hydra  of Lerna fitted with poisonous snakes?


Or the  trebled strength of Gerione  provided of three bodies?


What evil would do us  today the Harpies


who live in the Stinfali woods or  Diomede’s horses


which in Bistonia and in Ismaro blows flames from their nostrils?


What  harm could  do us the snake



wrapped around the tree with the enormous



body and the fierce look which guards



the splendid  golden apples  in the garden of Esperidi,



at the beaches of Atlas and the  stormy sea where nobody,


Roman and barbarian do ever  approach?


These and similar monsters, now disappeared, 


had them not been won and still lived


what evil could make us today? None I think:


even today the earth abounds up to satiety


of fierce beasts and  it is full of appalling


terrors within the great mountains,


the canyons and the deep forests,


but we are not forced to go there if we do not want.


But if the heart is not pure,  how many  dangers 


creep  in and how many inside battles


there are preparing  against our will!


How many  pungent anxieties tear man


 invaded by passions, and then how many fears!


And the pride, the dishonesty, the presumption,


 what they  do? How many massacres do!


What does shamelessness ,  what  apathy?


The man thus, who  has beaten all these evil


and thrown them out of the soul with the words,


not with the weapons, do not deserve  to be put among Gods?

sabato 20 luglio 2013

Moses' Deeds - III


Meanwhile the child’s sister , watching not seen
comes out to say if a Jewish milk breast
Was needed as a nursey by the queen!
She answered: “Go, go quick that I insist!
I ‘ll pay  for the fees  the nursery being
Any sum she may ask not on the least!
That’s the way a mother in lack
At her breast her child can nourish back!

sabato 15 giugno 2013

From St Mathew's Gospel



VV 31-32
The Marriage


It was also said: - “If someone doesn't want anymore
His bride, has to compile
The act of repudiation”

“But he who the sponsal chain breaks out
getting  married with another woman"
-Jesus added-"commits adultery."

And this is no good at the eyes of God.
!”

domenica 9 giugno 2013

What life is for


A single Act in nine scenes
By Ignazio Salvatore Basile


Dramatis Personae

Max Sailor:  A young man looking for his own way
Brenda Parnell: Max’s  girlfriend
 George Tender: Good friend of Max’s and Brenda’s
Jonathan Close: A good  Jewish  boy from England
Elvira Giusti: Former Jon ’s girlfriend
Hamed Farsiwill : Iranian student refugee-Escaped from Iranian Revolution
Rocìo Peròn-Mendoza: Colombian student
Francesco Soggiu: Italian Theologian  Student
Inspector Green: Head of local police
Jim Cope: Inspector’s Green first man
Roy Elther: Inspector ‘s Green Second man
Vincent and Norman: pushers from Jamaica (do not appear)




 (The drama is laid in London  at any week-end between 1979 and 1980 in the Hampstead Max ’s parents  house)
Scene I
(Max, Brenda, George in a large bedroom)

Max (lying on the bed, in a dreaming voice)
-Tonight I would like to fly!!

Brenda (getting closer to hold the smoking pipe Max is handing to her, in a very sensual voice through the smoke she will take from the pipe)
-Why waiting tonight, my dear?

Max (getting up and giving the pipe Brenda is handing to George)
-Not  in that sense, Brenda!!! George have you got me???

George
-Of course I have! You would like to be some kind of flying bird, wouldn’t you?

Brenda (after passing the pipe George is handing to Max, miming a bird with open arms)
-Oh, yes! Let’s be a crow! Or even better, as we say with the Irish word, let’s be a
Préachàn (draws a crow’s sound from  her tongue)

George (also laughing  )
-I would prefer to be a dog sail!

Max (putting down the pipe on a bedside table)
-Great! I would also like it! A dog sail following the wake of a ship! For ever!

(The phone bell breaks on afterwards)

Max (picking up the phone)
-Hello!?
(pause)

Max
-Sure! It’s right today!

(pause again)

Max
-Any time you like in the afternoon!!

(another pause)

Max
-I’ll see you later, then! By, by!!

Brenda
-Who was it?


Max
-He was Francesco, ‘you know? The italian guy who is following our philosophy term at College….

Brenda
-Ah, the Jesuit priest? What did he want?

George
-He’s not a priest yet!

Max
-I had formerly invited him to the party…and he just wanted a confirmation….

Brenda
-He’s not a priest yet then?! That’s why he ‘s joining the party!! He has told me anyway he is graduated in theological sciences or something like that…..

Max
-Actually is doing a sort of  sabbatical time before taking the final votes!

George
-That’s the way Jesuits are  unlisted…..…..

Max
-They are supposed to experience in all things  of the life before becoming a priest….

Brenda (laughing maliciously)
-Even going with  women?

George
-I think they are! The things of   life also include screwing, don’t they?

Max(taking again the pipe in his hands)
-And also smoking I might suppose……

Brenda
-I expect a priest would not copulate neither smoke…

Max
-‘ you catholic! You’re always living among prohibitions!!! Is not the same for the orthodox, is it George?

George
-I think is not at all! As far as I know they can even get married!!!

Brenda
-As matter of fact: they have to get marry before any carnal relation!!

Max
-But Francesco is still a laic man!!
Brenda
-And laity are not supposed to go with any woman before they get marry with them!!

George
-All this matter looks like a dog trying to catch  its own tail, doesn’t it?

Max
-Quiet a difficult matter to face on my birthday!!!

Brenda
-Oh, by the way, did you enjoy my birthday’s present?

Max (watching up the pipe’s bowl and searching somewhere around)
-Where is the rest of the grass?

Brenda (handing him a small silver wrapping paper )
-Here you are!

Max (filling up the   bowl and   passing to George the lighting pipe)
-Of course I did! What about you George?

George (tasting a long blow and passing the pipe to Brenda)
-That’s really a special stuff! I’m stoned as hell!

Brenda (taking a blow)
-Why do we say ‘ stoned as hell’? I actually feel stoned as heaven!!!

Max
-Do we have anymore to share with our guests?

Brenda
-Don’t worry about. We’ll have plenty of it!!  Vincent, my pusher, has promised to come along with a large pound of the same stuff, this afternoon; this was only a free sample (shows the empty tinfoil)

(A heavy sound hits the time)


George
-Goodness! It’s one o’clock!?!

Brenda (laughing and mocking a famous song)
-And time for lunch! Onky-tonky!!!!

Max (laughing too)
            -And we still have to set the catering on the tables for the guests! They might be coming soon!

Brenda
-Let’s go upstairs then!

EXEUNT

... to be continued...