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Mr Arthur Rimbaud, merchant

Arthur Rimbaud aged about thirty years in Aden. This is the only good quality photo of her adult.
© CODA / Booksellers associated

Link: http://www.france-info.com/culture-livres-2010-04-15-decouverte-d-une-photo-inedite-d-arthur -Rimbaud-430273-36-39.htm the

A photograph (9.6 cm x 13.6 cm) Rimbaud was recently discovered. She was taken to Aden in Abyssinia (now Ethiopia), between 1880 and 1890. At that time, Rimbaud was a merchant. This photograph, where he sits with six others, was discovered by two Parisian booksellers ( Alban Caussé and Jacques Desse ) among a batch of thirty others taken from the same period Aden. Between the photo of Stephen Carjat , where " man with soles of wind " was old 17 years, and very blurry self-portraits made shortly before his death in 1991, there were far no portrait of him. "On expansion, his face seems distant, and these traits are those of a mature man. The thick hair, cut short, is thick and identifies a high forehead and wide, under which, sunken, the eyes of rights are sweet, sad, but with a sharp look, like some former convicts exiled from their country that may be encountered in the most unlikely places in the world. In this photo enlarged, the nose is missing a summary one nostril to give us an idea. The little mustache highlights a beautiful sensual mouth and has learned to be silent. "I suggest you study this picture (I've enhanced the contrast to give relief to the lines) and write your impressions. Follow the link above for more information and especially to see the photo in full, taken on the steps of Hall of the Universe where Rimbaud was staying. But is it really him? What do you think? Andre Chenet

It Jean-Jacques Lefrere , Rimbaud specialist and author of a posthumous correspondence of the poet will be published by Fayard , who authenticated the photo that will be presented to next public exhibition of antique books from tomorrow, Friday, April 16, 2010.

Some comments on Facebook :

Didier Manyach , poet: Bet I love this picture because at the bottom of the expulsion, exile, loneliness and the infinity always resurfaces as a figure, a star and the life that sparkles
, inommable, desperate, as expected each day and every night grieving. Those who have drifted away from shore are also trying to get back to us. Black holes can not win against the light years that we go through ...

Xavier Laine, poet: It's terribly moving: put a face on this man. His eyes still look to the poem, but already, here also ...

Loïc Deltour artist: Thanks Andrew for sharing this find! What a journey, what a life! I will be happy to do without the DVD in my humble short film " Rimba " (as he sometimes signed) on 24 of his short life ... a race and put into an abyss of his earthly existence and dizziness Rimbaud! Cheers! and thank you again!

Vasil Quesari photographer: Yes, in my opinion, this is IT ... It is moving to contemplate this picture

Cristian Ronsmans , philosopher and lecturer: I do not know, like all of us, if it's him. But so what, after all. We are children and need to think beyond our illusions, the force evoked by this picture of the symbol, indeed, very moving. Because everything seems distant in this photo. The cliché itself, face "ectoplasmic" and that look. That look that seems to come from afar to go to I do not know where.

Norbert Paganelli, poet: You can trust Lefrère who has written a voluminous biography of Rimbaud with a few pictures of him in adulthood. the man who is in this picture looks very much like Rimbaud adult. Moving ...

Christian Andersen Erwin, poet and polemicist: it's really irrelevant: when one is Rimbaud can afford not to cover his face and arms dealer to be supported by the republic to further their colonial designs. When Rimbaud is we would not on facebook or on rmc ... and when it is not Rimbaud farm: the twilight of the idols were yesterday and yet it again tomorrow! Rimbaud was a herald of anti-imperialism: all his short life on earth was spent in fighting the empire of reason and the vowels in a mumble anarchist primer ...
I too am moved but do not tell ...

Andre Chenet : Rimba have certainly experienced the technical advances of our time (including communications) as he used those of his own. It might have been on Facebook but how he screwed up paddling when he was 17 or 18 years. Most of us'auraient may be removed from their "friends". You're well on Fb, you ... Remember, he was himself in many ways also thirsty for recognition and was furious sometimes be misunderstood by his contemporaries. One of his projects was to enrich themselves to return to the prestige of the great lords in his country. Whether it's him, I grant you readily that hardly matters. However, "something tells me " it is indeed him especially since the Europeans were not so many in Aden in the late nineteenth century.
Thank you for your comment, and I thank all those who lent themselves to the game that I proposed. I too have been affected by this portrait of a human anonymously among his peers, as we all are, despite our relationship.

François Bon, poet, writer: "... Today we receive a photograph of Rimbaud in Harar. There are stories today. One can, if one is a former bookseller, open a safe and invent the legend one more episode. Rimbaud's gaze in this photograph is not objectionable, and that includes Rimbaud and have turned their backs. Poetry is the violence, it is this denial.

We add a new chapter to Rimbaud by this look, like photography found to Isidore Ducasse standing (85% verifiable, you said, Michael Pierssens ?) and added to our text entry Lautreamont that brought together the publishing Corti, and his portraits invented fantasies? ... " François Bon

READ THE ARTICLE THAT LAID FRANCOIS BON this discovery
http://www.tierslivre.net/spip/spip.php?article2111

Didjeko , poet and musician: I m''en fuck Force 8 on the Richter scale!
Frankly, what does that has to fuck this photo? Is it more important than Michael Jackson wearing the shirt of the OGC NICE ? Or a St. Christopher suspended from the rearview mirror? Or an autographed photo of Michel Sardou on the bedside table? Or a poster Haile Selassie I , King of Kings himself? One Love

PS The real interest of this photo is for its happy owner, who is a max of wheat on the bottom of idolatry.

Nathalie Riera, poet and revue-director: Him or not he strange anyway! suspect even all that ... it makes me think of an "expert"!

Andre Chenet: ago, and the two guys who say they researched the cliché " treasure hunters." They will certainly make it full excavation. Can we expect at least they make a donation to the society of poets in the process of starvation? When I say that Rimbaud is worth gold! It's worked like crazy for a belt of gold bullion who ended up sleeping horribly on a stretcher (He kept it around his waist despite the threatening gangrene). During his convalescence in Roches, after the amputation of his leg, he had a fixed idea: to return to Abyssinia.

Erwin Christian Andersen : ultimately the one among us who seems to have been the wiser seems to me Didjeko buccaneer WHEN IT DRAWS ATTENTION TO THE RISE IN IDOLATRY

Norbert Paganelli poet: Unless he idolizes his balls well to force 9 .... so long that I prefer to idolize Rimbaud fair because you have to idolize something ....

Delcorte Arnaud, poet Rimbaud if it is I am the queen of England. The eyes are dead and the guy looks like a tram controller, or even a trader lollipops (or weapons?). Rimbaud in there was "beautiful" and at 17 he was damn sexy.
look at my icon, is it me?
and read reviews just arcane sub section of the evening:
http://www.lesoir.be/culture/livres/2010-04-15/une-photo-inedite-de-rimbaud-trentenaire-764510 .
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Hello Andrew,
's the small text that this picture inspired me. In friendship


Gilbert Casula


"This photo is a fake is a fake. Clearly it is that of a thirty, probably Mr. Rimbaud, saying negotiations, not the poet's poet namesake died ten years before.
The discovery of this face remains anecdotal for me and yet it continues to be disturbing. Why?

Is it because she just reminded me something terrible that I had buried in the unthought, something that challenges the vision of the disembodied world of letters in which single letters matter?

As a final blasphemy, "real life" broke into paradise tainted, bringing back the same time the death is still on his feet. "

_______________

Commentary Raphaël Zacharie de Izarra , Be on the Le Soir (first link above):

Sketch of André Chenet

Raphaël Zacharie de Izarra said ...

RIMBAUD PHOTO: I AM THE AUTHOR OF THIS NEW SPOOFING

I see that some journalists are smarter than others. I was pleasantly surprised to find an article by Jacques Quentin http://fauxrimbaud.blogspot.com/ who speaks to me with great clarity ... I find it very flattering that a journalist (province) a bit smarter than the other has the audacity to put forward a very pertinent argument about this new "discovery", that I would be the author of a yet another joke at media basis of Arthur ... It must be said that Jacques Quentin knows his game: it is to my knowledge the only one who has complained in letters and without any ambiguity the enormous izarrienne joke about the "Dream of Bismarckian k". That was in April 2008.

This time I did not even need to go spread alarm on the web explaining that I am indeed the author of a new setup for this photo: this reporter provincial head cold it is responsible for me ... This shows the depth of his insights! It is true that he knows his beloved Izarra, mystifying obsession Purpose strictly egocentric: it does me no gift when it comes to me dissect his pen as sharp as the truth, I knew about this point too stingy with tweezers against gullible commentators that I enjoy making bray rimbalesques pranks with my semi-professional quality of common large scale media ...

My detractors will appreciate.

Raphaël Zacharie de Izarra

Raphaël Zacharie de Izarra said ...

(CONTINUED)

Jacques Quentin's article about me:

THE BOTTOM OF THE PHOTO RIMBAUD: IZARRIMBAUD?

She looked like a girl may look like his father.

With good faith, the sincerity of his whole soul, his heart franc (inevitably lucid), the public was not deceived them. France was convinced!

Except that DNA tests had rendered their verdict, petrifying: genetic disagreement between the full and final girl and her alleged father.

cold shower.

Who does not remember this painful matter Aurore Drossard, Montand's daughter imaginary? The lesson, authentic case study should prompt us to adopt in the future extreme caution in this kind of information which subjectivity can confuse the best runs.

But with the latest incarnation on Rimbaud, we are in a process hysterical media-exactly the opposite: this time they are the "experts" who, intoxicated by fumes learned, have convinced themselves. And what then you ask? The worst: the sinister-looking a Rimbaud at odds with his legend aesthetics.

The pill hard to pass in true-false admirers of the poet who Charleville, with this innate sense denotes profane and the ignorant, skeptical.

The discovery of the photo is two years. Disturbing at the same time some Izarra shouted to anyone who would listen-and no one seemed to want to pay serious attention to his rantings, he was the author of "Dream of Bismarck," another priceless treasure Rimbaud Saved from scrap a bookseller in Charleville-Mezieres. Certainly, the chance goes a long way in the environment of this enigmatic Izarra ...

But back to the head of Rimbaud. Specialists including the famous Jean-Jacques Lefrere were based on four of his pictures (more or less distinct) already known and recognized for establishing a new dogma with dizzying certainty that the exegetes of their own level, high in white bread. Flour university has undeniable virtues of intellectual safety ... In short, it is with the same conviction, if not the same fervor that the "Dream of Bismarck" was declared authentic.

Nothing is more like a portrait that another picture, if only the heart is racing. We will discuss the methods employed by these reckless specialists seeking to convey to posterity the face of a perfect anonymous Rimbaud confused with the pretext of a hotel brand as a (false) to track stars Parnassus , Hunting Myths ... Bertillon? Forensic identification? DNA testing? The laugh laugh.

convictions for less subjective, in other words highly fanciful-Jean-Jacques Lefrere and his followers are a good slap to remind us that through this kind of sensational revelation full of vagueness associated with the world of Rimbaud Izarra one can always hide another.

Scholars shriveled add: today more than yesterday. Suspicion therefore

.

Jacques Quentin
jacquesquentin@hotmail.fr

ORIGINAL ARTICLE : http://fauxrimbaud.blogspot.com/

See also " Rimbaud and his false scrambling " http:// fauxrimbaud.blogspot.com/2008/11/rimbaud-et-ses-faux-embrouillages.html

Response Andre Chenet additional information sent to date by Raphaël Zacharie Izarra :

Dear Raphael Zahara de Izarra,

I can not thank you enough for the light you brought me. If I am among those who, I admit without difficulty, had wanted to believe that discovery of a photograph of Rimbaud (although I do not find myself among the "iconodules"), I expressed some reservations , (especially as regards the root hair on the forehead!) who encouraged me to put online a small article on Facebook and Danger Poetry. I have to agree with your post, the result exceeded all my expectations. I did not really know where I went: I had to do it, that's all. I quickly went through your blog that literally enchanted me. I will come back, I promise you, as soon as I finish with mine emergencies that have at the moment. I put clearly your comments online. I have the impression that Quentin jealous man than you are, it apparently does not know "where to take you." Clearly he admires your butt and your talent. Now I await the result of events "with relish". I say that Rimbaud would have laughed with you.

I salute you Regards,

                                                                                                Andre Chenet


A must read:
" Rimbaud, unfaithful to the photo icon "of Andre Gunther , which tends to prove, according to the studies, it is indeed the picture that makes discussion of Mr. Arthur Rimbaud, a merchant in Aden.

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On the threshold of Desirade

         







" But, before, in swine turds
fries Let these languages envious! " Francois Villon

I am a bit old fashioned, antediluvian, I
have nothing to prove
I dream, dream too much,
spends a lot of time dreaming
and this may wring
calms me, eases my pain

and these are my daydreams
life denser

J 'I chose - finally chosen -
to be on the side of indigent

not by impotence - as I have long believed -
Not even out of spite, especially not by disgust


Only Hungry
able to live the dream awake

justice as I see it is

behave as proof that human beings have some capacity

to recognize each other
ie never

they profane the temple of love that builds

collectively in the heart all



I open fire as my friend shouted Tristan
Fou d'Aigues-Mortes
who takes the time to pull up his suspenders

before shoot on sight


I saw it burn,
the day of the year 2008, a city in southern

by lighting candles
a Christmas tree is too dry
he had found on a sidewalk
him as he dreams
in restoring order with
a great sense of indiscipline

in this world where too dry
candles Christmas
bleed instead of singing


Yesterday I went up and sang the current

Green River has its source in a clearing
legendary



Sitting on a rock in the midst of turbulent waters
I I am a health
again while I gazed
like a Templar returning from the Holy Land
naiads voluptuous nude
surprises among the reeds

They grew frightened cries of


I'm kind of under the altar a rain
false note lyric a cripple


I wear the black booty of the sun on my back
and write with my voice
one that imposes on me and my lonely, heartbreaking voice
chasms


The voice that comes from land of the dead suffering in
miles violence
She writhes like a creeper
until I
silence fierce nebulae


I wear
children dead in the depths of the night


Fairy henbane
floods me a sap violet

I saw burning

many of my friends at the stake

consciousness


Shrapnel tore me
diamond prospects in

of infinity


I do
and n love it
that beauty inspires me

feats of strength
an ongoing challenge in the middle

Rose des Vents
whose hair swirls like a heavenly
Gulf Stream Sandy
above sea

I
overlapped
large desert locusts
and I am damned to find a god



I lived like a recluse

lepers on the threshold of paradise


I stole the key of heaven before returning

alive in the body of a minstrel

I speak now
a burning
from which
and I'd better shut up -
hell is child's play
playing to scare
by goofing
in a distorting mirror


I'm an easy target if the desire inflames



I have the wings of distant
to travel outside of myself I write


despite emergency
that populate my loneliness I write



withstand the agony and the fervor to find some brothers and sisters

in a chaos of humanity
qu'orchestrent
tiny demons

hidden behind swollen ass of
a goose that lays golden eggs
I see these demons burst
a Pandora's box
they make one of our newspapers and
pay on our head
firms Vanities

I am a crook
ie a poet
a matador moods
without a romantic melancholy
a mutant in the vicinity of Orion


I know clover ermine gull

I know the storm and as I lie down flat lion

eyes half-closed
until calm returns


I can do
face the faceless angel

disfigures me two shots and a few puzzles

traitors
knife in the back


I'm a raving prophet
pressed the chrome counter
a neighborhood bar
that looks without flinching
the future in a steaming cup of black coffee



A man with few illusions
whose heroism consists
a follow-up
the stories he tells to do
Be silent, like an idiot


This man takes no thought for tranquilizers
midwater

man hard
secrets that take the form of poems
to perish a little less
to bottom before re
to "air free "

Imagination is an Aladdin's lamp
on the path of truth and madness

A lamp that illuminates not in daylight
residents risky night

These do
will show gaps between moments Good

They called Arthur Rimbaud and Antonin Artaud
,
and seek neither fame nor fortune

They deliver the words that kill

spells to break the "charms" They


François Villon called
and Isidore Ducasse,
before entering the legend, they are all
Raiders Fire
horrible workers
visionaries, perjury or
highwaymen


They called or
not they spend in our minds
such volcanoes spewing
throwing embers

be a poet is not afraid
flowing into the rapids of the existence



fingerprint is read messages from the unseen heart of a
lost continent


is to discover a word
changing the words of the tribe into a reality
sudden
where each beat of blood, every gesture reveals
deep emotion
a tremor of the universe that could be
the origin of this "Mouth shadow "
talking about the Father Hugo
and Baudelaire evoked
beside the tomb

I'm just a brother of the albatross,
I have a hole in the chest


The song of a cricket as much as a marvel
industrial landscape under snow
or a juxtaposition of colors
in a Flemish painting and post-modern

I do not find myself writing these lines wobbly
I rediscovered that in other times

It could be that I stay on my hunger
at the moment to make my last breath

I have nothing to confess
if not a wild joy of living
overflowing pain and doubts ...


Andre Chenet
La Colle s / Loup, on 12/04/2010

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"Trampling oblivion"

In Italy hundred poets against Berlusconi by Valerio Cuccaroni, March 31, 2010

"The time is ripe for the Liberation Day to become the party of Freedom" : c ' is with these words, April 25, 2009, the Italian prime minister Silvio Berlusconi launched his provocative proposal to change the name of the Liberation Day.
Until last year, Mr Berlusconi had the habit of deserting the celebrations of 25 April. In 2003, For example, it does not take part in the ceremony at the Quirinal, claiming injury to his hand: "I will not be there , said he, since I took a week off to treat injured my left hand in St.-Julien. I have a torn tendon [ 1] . " There is no participation in 2008. However, he met Giuseppe Ciarrapico, entrepreneur and politician who has never denied his fascist sympathies of youth, and enriched by printing manifestos of the Italian Social Movement (MSI) the neo-fascist party, as well as revisionist books on the history of fascism. Today, Mr. Ciarrapico seat in Parliament, in the ranks of the People of Freedom (PDL) party of Mr Berlusconi.
Therefore, in deciding to participate in the Liberation Day, Berlusconi has proposed to call it "Celebration of Freedom" to associate the name of his party, of course, by altering the same while the memory of the Liberation, which was clearly a liberation from Nazism and fascism. He took advantage of the event to give a speech openly revisionist, in which he tried to pass on April 25 for a festival "all fallen, even those who fought on the wrong side" , thus calling into question the foundations antifascist of the Constitution, and proposing, finally, that "deprive such party's character as opposed revolutionary culture has given him, and that" separate "instead of" join "" .

order to understand thoroughly Berlusconi's aversion to fascism, it must be remembered that he was part of the subversive masonic lodge P2 (he held Chart No. 1816), directed by Ligio Gelli, who in his youth, was volunteered to fight in Spain with the " Blackshirts "sent by Benito Mussolini in support of Francisco Franco, who, once back in Italy, continued to collaborate with fascism, finally adhering to the Republic of Salò.
At least half of Italians are unaware of this history, since they do not read newspapers, not even once a week [ 2]. Poets However, know this very well, at least the most "committed" to them, a race apparently endangered but, a few months ago, has made its voice heard through anthology in overtly political, born precisely in opposition to Berlusconi's proposal to change the name to the Liberation Day. Broadcast on the Internet, it has attracted the attention of major Italian media.
title of the anthology: Trampling oblivion (PDF). Its subtitle, without ambiguity: Hundred Italian poets against the unconstitutional threat to the resistance memory Republican. Published a first version with thirty poets, in November 2009, the anthology was sponsored by the journalist and poet Pietro Spataro in the pages of L'Unità [ 3]. The next day, she rebounded in the Corriere della Sera , where she has been derided by the famous columnist Pierluigi Battista [ 4], then in the Berlusconi family newspaper, Il Giornale , which the authors saw in a ridiculous "Battleship Potemkin" [ 5]. How the journalist Giuseppe Cruciani handled the issue in his anthology The zanzara ("The Mosquito"), released November 26 in the resort of Confindustria (the Italian MEDEF), Radio24 is significant Short circuit between poetry and media. First, he submitted approximately (thereby proving he had not read) as a collection of poems "the Resistance" , attributing the merit of having recruited thirty poets L'Unità. But the anthology is intended as a form of resistance certainly modern, but she does not speak openly about the Resistance, and it is not L'Unità back in the lead, but a poet of the Marches 28, Davide Note, a student of one of the most important Italian poets "committed", Gianni D'Elia, known in France thanks to translations of Bernard Simeone.
D'Elia, precisely, was invited to live Cruciani. The poet did not reduce left the role in which the journalist wanted to confine it. "Intervening with a text like mine in an environment like yours, it's impossible" , he said. Almost trying to apply the principles outlined by Pierre Bourdieu in his essay On Television he gave with a "intransigence intellectual claimed, his vision of historical and cultural situation of Italy means a situation dominated by television, television that "denies reality ", which " over the last thirty years, has eliminated any form of dignity " that" for decades gives no room for poets ", so "We poets, we are writing more on the radio, or television" .

Having established a network of poets Trampling oblivion have decided to meet physically, giving life to a real Assembly in Rome in a local Ward People's Pigneto the Beba Do Samba , January 8, 2010. Meanwhile, the poets 'rebels' had increased from thirty to one hundred, and their songs had found a place in the final version of the anthology, published online by the end of February. There were years that poetry had not been such an echo, because the logic well described by Jacques Roubaud that "no economic value to condemn the darkness [ 6] " .

A return of political themes in literature

In fact, the anthology Trampling oblivion is not an isolated case. It belongs to a more general phenomenon which is going through, from the narrative genre, all Italian literature, and consists of a return to themes, characters and political issues in parallel with another return: that of political journalism highly romantic nature [7 ], as demonstrates the success of Gomorrah by Roberto Saviano, a collection of articles structured as an essay, published by a major publishing house in a collection of narrative genre and became a bestseller.
They talk about a "return of the political novel", because in the 1960s and 1970s, writers such as Leonardo Sciascia, Paolo Volponi and Pier Paolo Pasolini had written themselves. And precisely here that resurfaces the argument that it is for his novel Petrolio devoted to Ente Nazionale Idrocarburi (ENI), Enrico Mattei and his mysterious death [ 8] that Pasolini was killed. The novel, unfinished, was published in 1992, minus a crucial chapter. Gianni D'Elia is defending this thesis in his essay It Petrolio delle strage ("Oil of massacres," Effigy, Milan, 2006). He asserted that the death of Pasolini is to report to the revelations contained in this missing chapter, entitled "Lampi sull'ENI" ("Lightning on the NIE"). According to D'Elia, Pasolini was killed because he knew Sponsorship of the killing of Mattel, as the journalist of the daily L'Ora Mauro De Mauro, disappeared Sept. 16, 1970, and Judge Pietro Scaglione, who was investigating De Mauro. Pasolini, "he said, knew that the sponsor was the successor to Mattei's ENI, the contractor Cefis Eugenio (1921-2004), founder of P2, recognizable in the dark character of the novel Troya Petrolio .

In recent weeks, the case is returned to the limelight after a famous and controversial Italian bibliophile said to have come into possession of the chapter lost. The bibliophile in question was Marcello Dell'Utri, co-founder with Berlusconi's Forza Italia PDL current senator, initially sentenced to nine years in prison for outside help to Mafia. Dell'Utri used the news of the discovery of the lost chapter to launch its exhibition of old books: on the eve of the exhibition, after giving him a hearty thanks to the false advertising scoop, he said the anonymous owner Chapter stolen had declined by preventing exposure
... That is the context from which party Trampling oblivion . A black background, which finds its roots in fascism, a dark background, on which we must not turn the spotlight: "Trampling oblivion / travel memories never ends / I were too " writes, recalling the horrors of World War II, Roberto Roversi, partisan, poet, songwriter, author, antiquarian bookseller, and founder in the 1960s, with Pier Paolo Pasolini and Francesco Leonetti, of the journal Officina ("Workshop" / "Plant").
It is precisely to remember that the anthology contains short poems historical nature, such as those dedicated to Nazi-fascist massacres by Franco Buffoni, who has chosen to evoke one of many torture centers of the time ;: "A Sad Villa / Nineteen Paolo Uccello street / Where the dead were tortured in Milan" . Or those of Maria Grazia Calandrone, which in Diecimila civilization ("Ten thousand civilians"), discusses the Nazi massacres of Sant'Anna and Marzabotto. Two young poets, Accatoli Francesco and Matteo Fantuzzi have them, their texts devoted to the massacre of the Bologna train station in 1980, Pasolini had foreseen.
Others, however, throw themselves at arm shortcuts Berlusconi: Eugenio De Signoribus ( "Yes, in this vast underbelly, your strategy has prevailed / Even the naive people that will shape their place aspirations on you / And now we see, among your countless victims multiply small / executioners ") Alberto Bertoni (" You Constructor Liberal / but with very suspicious of capital / at least at the start / you you proved / destructor wonderful and full / houses, affections, memory / without restore else / as empty rhetoric, opulence of waste ) Maria Lenti ( "I go to Coastal areas of great / And mind where thoughts are still worth / And friends that still await round / You, where are you? You'll raise the bridges over the Nothingness Submit triple rails and hyperluisants / Stir it is not, in my Country ") and Gianni D'Elia (" We expects you to go, hateful clone, First, Second, Third Berlusconi, already out of the Constitution / cons citizens and the Constitution / you and your ridiculous Liberation! "). From

Signoribus, Bertoni, Lenti and D'Elia are not politicized young poets, but writers and intellectuals ripe, which account for their active and important publications rigorous poetic choices, we see now adopt exceeded the rhyme of the ancient poets citizens, while venturing to stylistic slips at the end of rhetoric, to send a clear, direct, categorical.
For the cause, they even overcome old enmities. That is why, alongside Roberto Roversi, can be found in the anthology Nanni Balestrini, poet of Group 63, a sworn enemy in the 1960s, poets of Officina .
On May 15, 2009, the Portuguese writer and Nobel laureate Jose Saramago said on his blog : "What is surprising is that no Italian voice (that I know) does has taken over and adapted a little, the words of Cicero: "Until when Berlusconi, abuse our patience you? "We should try. Maybe do we get some results, and perhaps, for this or any other reason, Italy resume surprise us. "

Trampling In oblivion, some Italian voices of the most sensitive seem to have followed the advice of Saramago. They resumed on a more fiery, uncompromising words of Cicero. And perhaps for this, Italy did surprise us again.

Valerio Cuccaroni is a journalist.

Traduction: Eleanor Marchesino .

Notes [1 ] Corriere della Sera, 23 août 2003.
[ 2] Censis-UCSI, VIIIe Rapport sur la communication, 2009. A partir de 2006, c'est la France here the sad record partage de l'Italie. Cf. Censis-UCSI, Rapport sur la Vie communication, 2006.
[ 3] Peter Spataro, " The revolt of the poets:" Berlusconi, hands down by democracy "" Unit , November 25, 2009.
[ 4 ] Pierluigi Battista, " If poetry is playing in the Trenches" Old Drum "" Corriere della Sera, November 26, 2009.
[ 5] Alessandro Gnocchi, "The poems against Silvio? A Battleship Potemkin, "Il Giornale , November 26, 2009.
[ 6] Jacques Roubaud, " Obstination de la poésie," Le Monde diplomatique , janvier 2010.
[ 7] Cf Ranieri Polese (dir.) Romanzo della politica it. La politica nel Romanzo , Almanacco Guanda, 2008.
[ 8] former resistance fighter, engineer Enrico Mattei (1906-1962) was active after the war for the establishment of a public pole of energy. His death in a plane crash remained a mystery.


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Migration

Dear readers, readers and all those who have landed here by chance,

My blog is hosted by Blogger since 2004. Recently I started to feel a certain weariness towards the platform that lacks innovation and versatility. So I decided to migrate to a platform more advanced and more flexible. I have long hesitated to make this change because change of address is to lose a lot of things including readers.

Hope to see you on the other side of the river for a blog with a more minimalist design and without these unnecessary widgets and unsightly.

Come I'll take you ...

http://lostandfoundinlondon.wordpress.com/

PS: To those who referencing me, I ask you to kindly change the link.
Thanks in advance.