HENRY CHARLES BUKOWSKI (16 August 1920 –1994) was a German-born American poet, novelist, and short story writer. He spent a lot of time roaming from job to job living in rooming houses from the East coast to the West coast before he joined the United States Postal Service in Los Angeles. In 1969… Read More 16 August: Bukowski
Una colata d’oro non intimidisce l’incedere pigro di un’anatra felice Anche due svassi si cullano tra mille scintille, lasciandosi trasportare come barchette di carta su di un fiume tranquillo
X August (by Giovanni PASCOLI) Saint Lawrence, I know why so many stars in the peaceful air catch fire and fall out, why such great weeping lights in the sky. A swallow was returning to the roof: she was killed and fell into thorns; she had an insect in her beak: the dinner of her… Read More X August: a poem
10 agosto: – notte di San Lorenzo e delle stelle cadenti, che ricordano le scintille di fuoco prodotte dalla graticola su cui il martire fu bruciato vivo – data in cui, 150 anni fa, fu assassinato il padre di Giovanni Pascoli, Ruggero (Ravenna, 24 marzo 1815 – Savignano sul Rubicone, 10 agosto 1867), con il… Read More X Agosto
1 Aug. 1915: Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” was first published in the “Atlantic Monthly” Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took… Read More The Road Not Taken
Soffocante afrore profumo di gioia e ansia delusione eccitazione giovinezza e sogni. Ho visto dipanarsi davanti a me mille vite ne ho condiviso umori speranze emozioni. E questo mi ha lasciata infinitamente più ricca.
Ernest Miller Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) was an American novelist, short story writer, and journalist. He won the Nobel prize for literature in 1954. In a letter (9 April 1945), he wrote: “All my life I’ve looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.”… Read More Ernest Hemingway
Lo vidi entrare tenendola tra le braccia. La tavola non era ancora pronta e lui la sciolse dalla stretta e ve l’adagiò sopra, con delicatezza. Lei sembrava pronta. Cominciò ad accarezzarle le carni fresche, bianche. Con lenti gesti d’amore. Avrei voluto andarmene ma ero attratta da quel rito, misterico, affascinante Lei era pallida,… Read More Arrendevolezza
Jane Austen, the English novelist whose works explore the dependence of women on marriage in the pursuit of favourable social standing and economic security, was born on 16 December 1775, and died at the age of 41 on 18 July 1817, She began writing when she was 12 and did not stop until ill health… Read More 18 July: Jane Austen
Caro Scrivo questa lettera per poi lanciartela al di là del tuo muro. Ricordo quando non era ancora così imponente, invalicabile, e cercavo di arrampicarmici sopra. Per arrivare a te. Mi vedevi giungere con le mani ferite e le ginocchia sbucciate, ma tu non te ne accorgevi neppure . Arrivavo vestita di… Read More La lettera
