Sparks of faith

 

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 Then came a Man

 

I remember when

at  winter solstice,

 we danced under the stars

to propitiate  favors by gods!

Then came a Man,

Son of the Only true God!

I still look at  skies 

when stars assemble in December!

 But now I know who to pray

for humanity's  weaknesses

and for the beauty of the world

I have someone to thank!

Sparks of Faith - Volume 1

 

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The World’s Creation

 

At the 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 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

set 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 the sun for night and day,

And other signs and stars in dose correct,

for making years and seasons going away,

For the Most High is much more than perfect

And furthermore of this I cannot say!

About this seventh stanza therefore

I will not tell you nothing anymore!

 

 

“Fly off all birds”- said God- “freely in the air

And splash in to the  sea any kind of fish;

Graze lambs, calves and livestock everywhere

In grassy lawns that will never languish;

Grow up any reptiles fair and unfair,

living beings either monstrous or polish!”

After the earth had all animals found

God said to them to multiply around.

Your power won’t last forever

 

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Come on great men of the world

who owe the power

You have already had much money

To move on soldiers

much gold to feel stronger

luxury palaces to live comfortably safe in!

And fields, ground, soil, trees,

Rivers, lakes and seas

As far as your own eyes can get

‘Till the horizons can show!

 

But do you really think

your power will last forever?

 

Don’t you remember Ramses the Third,

Cyrus of Persia, Nebuchadnezzar,

Alexander the Great, the emperor Augustus

and all the kings from the past up to Napoleon?

You’re now inventing new richness made of nothing

You’re exploiting the soil under its surface

And even you’re searching for more in the universe

Still cheating the poor!

But don’t never forget

Whom God created the world for!

How beautiful is love

 

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How beautiful is love

 

 

I fill a pillow with your hair

And  keep it close in  night-time!

 

If you don’t love me

Let me do it my way.

 

Don’t laugh on me Elem

Please don’t

‘cause I would hate you

 

Instead I love you:

how beautiful is love!

 

                                                                            In Cagliari, November 76

Nostalgic soul

 

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Exile as a fugitive

I crave my eternal home!

Call me in your home

Nostalgia soul

‘cause I’m a suffering tree

Far from his own land!

Call me at your home

For I haven’t  got enough bread

And drinking wine

In the arid table of my life!

I am an exiled fugitive

Who longs for his eternal home.

But you keep on singing

 

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Tie me, like Ulysses,

I do not want to  run away

Though I want to hear her song!

Please set me free o Lord!

And you keep on  singing!

      I don’t like your sins

     Yet I long for the

     Flames of your eyes

      for the thrills of  my restless soul! 

        And I beg you: please, don’t stop singing.

Sparks of faith

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The soul's comedy - 2

Third Scene

( While the cries slow down, Dante and Virgil reappear in the scene; a mute  video keeps on showing the bargains in the stock exchange’s hall)

Virgil

-          Have you got them?

Dante (in an embarrassed tone of voice)

                - I can’t really understand what’s  going on over there, master???

Virgil (sighing)

                - They are making money...

Dante (a bit perplexed)

                - Do you mean, they are sort of landlords bankers???

Virgil

                - I didn't say that my son! They are actually mostly inventing money than producing it. They produce nothingness as matter of fact… I mean: not material stuffs…

Dante

                - I beg your pardon, sir, but I'm afraid I can't get the meaning of it!

Virgil

                - Of course you can't, my son!! It's not easy for anybody to understand. Listen to me, I'll try to explain to you the difference between production and speculation, real creation and virtual richness!  If you write a good book, for instance, and you sell it to a firm to be published and then the book is  sold in the shops: the buyers have a book in their hands; you, the editors ,the book sellers and all the people involved in the business share the profits; is that clear up to now?

Dante

                - Very clear indeed, master!

Virgil

                - That's right! Let's suppose  now  that your publisher hasn't got the  money  to publish your book!

How can he get it?

Dante

                - He goes to a Bank, I might suppose!

Virgil

                -And so do I, my son! But what happens if the banker hasn't got enough money himself?

Dante

                - I suppose my book won't see the light yet!!

Virgil

                - It might be right, my son! Unless you don't consider the role played by those guys up there (he shows the stocks exchangers)

Dante (perplexed)

                - I'm sorry, master, but I'm still blind...

Virgil

                - Never mind it! Just follow me for a little more! The banker goes to those guys (he points out the stocks exchangers again) and asks them to sell the idea of publishing your book to the savers! 'You know what savers are, don't you my son?

Dante (readily)

                - Well, they are people who have more money than they need to live through!

Virgil

                - Correct, my son!

Dante

                - And of course they want their money to be safe for future needs!!

Virgil

                - That's still correct, my son!!! Put it like that: the savers trust the bankers and the stocks exchangers;  they even trust you and  your writing's skills! But this would not be a problem: financial investors have more instruments to convince savers in order to reach their targets! I'll show you later how a magic box  can wash people's brains just staying at home!!!

Dante (trying to understand)

                - So the banker asks the stocks exchanger to ask the savers to buy the idea of publishing my books...

Virgil

                - Yes, that's it!!! There are plenty of instruments: the publisher might have emitted some titles to guarantee the credits and the savers will buy those titles; or they can buy the future profits which are expected from the selling  of your books; they can even just lend their money on the promise of an interest to be paid...

Dante

                - And this money is given to the banker and borrowed by my publisher...

Virgil

                ... who publishes and distributes your books all over the world!!!

Dante

                - All over the world,  master?

Virgil

                - Of course! Can't you write a latin book to be sold all over the world?

Dante

                - Well, I suppose I can do it, master!!

Virgil

                - Well! And that's your first book, is n't it?

Dante

                - Yes, master! Though I don't see nothing wrong on it...

Virgil

                - But this is only the beginning, my son!!!

Dante

                - What do you mean , master?

Virgil

                - I mean that now, those guys (indicates the stokes exchangers like before) can ask the savers to buy your next book...

Dante

                - But I have just written my first one!!!

Virgil

                - It doesn't really matter my son!!! They will sell all the goods not yet produced like the wheat just seeded and all the events on the future to come!!!

Dante (very surprised)

                - Will they?

Virgil

                - And that's still nothing! If a firm is worth one million they can increase its value, just up there (shows the busy guys in the stocks exchange once again) up to ten or to  hundred  millions, though its real value is still just one thousand!! And that's thanks to the trust of people, 'till the game goes on!!!

Dante

                - Now I know master, what you meant, when you told me the guys over there make money from nothing!!!

Virgil

                - I'm glad you did it, my son!!! Come on, now, let's leave these incontinent people and go to the lower states!!!

Dante

-          Where shall we go master?

Virgil

-          Well, I think you know, my son, that human heart is basically affected by two evil tendencies: the incontinence and the mischief…

Dante

-          I believe it upon your word master!!!

Virgil

-          And you surely know too, that mischief people can be divided into violent and fraudulent mischief, don’t you?

Dante

-          Of course I do master!

Virgil

-          Very well!!! Then I’ll tell you that were are going to complete the visit of first five circles where are convicted stingey,  lustfuls,  greedies,  irascible, slothful, prodigals and so on… You have already had a fore view, aint you?

... to be continued...

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

Horace and his lawyer

The distinguished jurist Gaius Trebatius Testa (I century B.C.), warned the sublime poet Horace, his great friend, the rigor of the laws to which it was likely to meet with his biting satire.

- "If a man has composed bad verses  against someone, he will be taken to court and sentenced" - said the careful lawyer  to his friend.

- "All right!" - Horace replied - "But if someone had written   good verses also pleased to publict?"

- "Then even the tables of the law would melt with laughter and solved you would go to home!" - Concluded the great jurist reassuring his poet friend.

Here's how I imagined the dialogue between the two, freely translatingfrom the First Satire of the Second Book of the Satires of the great poet Horace:

Gaius Trebatius Testa- ” Si mala condiderit in quem quis carmina, ius est iudiciumque!”- ego tibi moneo Horatius

Quintus Flaccus Horatius – ” Esto, siquis mala, docte Trebati; sed bona siquis judice condiderit?”

Gaius Trebatius Testa: – ” Solventur risu tabulae, tu missus abisis laudatus Flaccus.

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Ars Poetica

The Ars Poetica of Horace is incredibly pungent and present even though more than 2000 years have passed since the great Latin poet wrote this work, also known as the Epistle to Piso . The work attracted the attention of Giacomo Leopardi who made i , in 1811 , a fine octave transposition in rhyme.
Here are some pearls in all faithful to the original that inspired them .
" If you want to deserve altars or temples / wait at least nine years, dear brother / before to publish your poems/and work on them as blacksmith does to make the iron shape!!! "
" Meanwhile, everyone is kindly asked to be short  / and either delight or to be useful in his rhymes! "
" But if you are in  search of  honor and praise / writing four verses, oh Piso  / show them to your  parents or to a wise and good censor ;/ keep them locked up for a long time / for if a man has once ever escaped/  he's not  coming back never indeed ! "
" We can tolerate mediocrity in anything ;/ but not in  poetry: thus in honey /  choosey mouths do not like   / a bitter almond  inside . / The best would be to write on prose / if a versifier  is just too cruel / as the football player leaves balloon and balls / and  abandon the disc who is not too strong  ! "
Let us meditate on these verses together, all of us who want to be poets !