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Departures - Arrives
The disposition spaces them that the word assumes in the backs of Elena Saviano, is shaped in the vertical space of the dictation whose far ungarettiana echo seems to get lost in the abyss of the conscience upsotten from our time. Draft in any case of a dictation minibadly that rispecchia the deprived of hope search of the been shipwrecked contemporary man, for excess of power, in the great sea of a "technological ratio" that has annulled every other value. Of a dictation that it tries to resist to the asphyxiated horizon produced from the imperante mercificazione in which also the nature and the beauty seem compromised irrimediabilmente. One fallen in vertical, therefore, than the course of the back it seems to materialize in its to proceed for approximations and times sincopa you where they coincide, exactly, the aphasia and the syntactic degeneration that the witnesses characterize. Between "departures" and " arrives", like sound the title it of this new compilation, the backs try to cross the daily horizon in try of a landing place that it goes beyond the ephemeral one and it happens therefore that in theirs accumulation, inespicarsi of the words found, like many notes outside from the rigo, overflows in a disfonia that it escapes from the vagheggiata orditura and sure moved from the perceived conflict with the truth. A speech minievil through which the personal lived one of the author it picks for to the mirror, the tragic condition and the disarmonia of the happens in which the emotion it tries to satisfy the existential vacuitą within which goes around who knows to see beyond the din of a movement not ordered in whose same chaos it is found again and it cannot escape. The reader who was not perceived and that he did not take the distances from this condition that fagocita like a black hole every aspiration, he could be sucked within the spiral of images and metaphors whose disorganico vigor seems to lack that logical order that also in these backs is subtended. Going back but through the sequences and the logical maze that hides to you, the aggregation of the semantemi and the syntactic alterations can restituirgli that data moves them that it has provoked to the ignition and the anelito one in every disposed fragment therefore in the sonorous interchangeability and the ripetitivitą of the sequences. They are svagati looks and penetrating, reflections, monologhi and social turbamenti of a made truth of moral miseries and disarmonie, tensions and conflicts that the author has inquired with the engagement of who lives and acts in the daily truth picking of those aspects paradigmati to us in which she acknowledges the human suffering and the love lack. There is a back in this to make poetico of Elena Saviano that can give the measure of its involvement and of its to shelter itself in the word in tries of a possible one to catarsi, and is those "black hole of spirits" in which of raggruma and spande its creative energy and its anxiety to give back to the light that that it is exactly buio, shapeless magmatico and, "black hole" in which the spirit one gets lost and it finds again in the unsolved travel towards that risurrezione that only the poetry promises. Who writes is far away from every possible exhibition (or arrogant) critical. He can find (and he finds) comfort in the exercise of the reading. Satisfied, of time in time, from the old formula and sage who the poetry is extreme illusion, a song suspended beyond the illusion. Pietro Carriglio Palermo, 4 December 2002 |
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