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sabato 23 giugno 2018
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
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!
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.
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!
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
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...
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