The Summer that we did not prize,Her treasures were so easyInstructs us by departing nowAnd recognition lazy – Bestirs itself – puts on its CoatAnd scans with fatal promptnessFor Trains that moment out of sightUnconscious of his smartness – (Emily Dickinson – Poem 1773) When the gifts of summer were close at hand, they went… Read More “The Summer that we did not prize…”
Non monsieur je n’ai pas vingt ans Non Monsieur, je n’ai pas vingt ansVingt ans, c’est l’âge durCe n’est pas le meilleur des tempsJe sais, je l’ai vécuJ’ai dansé sur quelques volcansTroué quelques souliersAvec mes rêves et mes tourmentsJ’ai fait mes oreillersEt je dis encore aujourd’hui :Je suis comme je suis Oui, je me souviens… Read More Addio, Juliette Gréco, neanch’io ho più vent’anni
On 19 September 1981, a Saturday like today, Simon & Garfunkel held a benefit concert on the Great Lawn in Central Park, New York City. The duo performed in front of more than 500,000 people and their show consisted of 21 songs: the 17th was “The Boxer”. After that, they thanked the audience and left… Read More The Concert in Central Park
Summer for thee grant I may beWhen summer days are flown!Thy music still when whippoorwillAnd oriole are done! For thee to bloom, I’ll skip the tombAnd sow my blossoms o’er!Pray gather me, Anemone,Thy flower forevermore! Emily Dickinson – Poems (1858) In this poem Emily Dickinson claims that love can do anything. Even death becomes nothing,… Read More Anemone
If Neruda asks, “How long does a man live after all?”, (see: ma-quanto-vive-luomo ) Brian Patten (English poet and author born in 1946) provides us with a heartfelt answer in a poem taken from his “Armada” (1996). By opening his piece with some lines taken from Neruda’s “¿Cuánto vive el hombre, por fín?”, Patten immediately… Read More “So Many Different Lengths of Time”
Sampooran Singh Kalra, better known as Gulzar, is an Indian writer, lyricist, filmmaker and poet who was born on 18 August 1934. His love for books started when he was a schoolboy and lived in Delhi. He used to visit a bookstore near his house and borrow detective and mystery novels, paying a little amount… Read More Gulzar & Books 📚
Today is the anniversary of the death of the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll.On the afternoon of Tuesday, 16 August 1977, Elvis Presley was found unconscious on the floor of his bathroom in his Graceland mansion in Memphis, Tennessee, by his girlfriend, Ginger Alden.By the end of his career, Elvis was merely a shadow of… Read More “Elvis Left the Building”
And what is Life? — An hour-glass on the run, A Mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still repeated dream; Its length? — A minute’s pause, a moment’s thought; And happiness? — A bubble on the stream, That in the act of seizing shrinks to nought. […] John Clare – English poet… Read More Life (John Clare)
That’s all right, mama Well, that’s all right, mama That’s all right for you That’s all right mama, just anyway you do Well, that’s all right, that’s all right. That’s all right now mama, anyway you do Mama she done told me, Papa done told me too ‘Son, that gal your foolin’ with, She ain’t… Read More Elvis – “That’s Alright (Mama)” (2)
Propongo una delle poesie più famose di John Clare, il poeta che non sapeva bene chi fosse (leggi qui: Clare, il poeta che credeva di essere Shakespeare e Byron) , dal titolo emblematico “I am!” (Io sono). Fu composta mentre era ricoverato in manicomio, nel Northampton General Lunatic Asylum. In questa composizione il poeta afferma… Read More Io sono John Clare
