Jan Mandyn, The Temptation of Saint Anthony, c. 1550 It isn’t me who shouts, it’s the world that rumbles beware, beware, ’cause Satan’s gone crazy, flatten yourself to the bottom of clear springs, smooth yourself out like a sheet of glass, hide behind the light of diamonds, among bugs under rocks, oh, hide yourself in …
Attila Jozsef – It Isn’t Me Who Shouts/Non Io Grido Read More »
Ditz, Playing cards, c. 2000 At the foot of the slope among the tall cypress, there is a small meadow. There in that shade are three old women playing dice. They never raise their heads for a moment, nor do they change their places any day. On their knees, on the grass, they stay in …
Vincent Van Gogh, Starry night, 1889 Three little houses with pointed roofs, a green little meadow, a smallish brook: Rio Bo, a vigilant cypress. Microscopic town, it is true, insignificant town, but still… up above there is always a star, a large, magnificent star, which somehow… flirts with the top of the cypress of Rio …
Tiziano Vecellio (Titian), Woman with a Mirror, c. 1515 I’m beautiful again and this may be my last autumn. More beautiful than when he admired me under the sun, beautiful and idle to his absent eyes – like a leaf made of shadow. But some nights, into silence that no longer upsets tears, I feel …
Sibilla Aleramo – Sono tornata bella / I’m beautiful again Read More »
Parmigianino, Diana and Actaeon (fresco in Fontanellato), c. 1524 Perhaps youth is just this, never-ending love of senses with no regrets, perhaps inspiration is just a bewildered scream. Yet, all boys laugh and masturbate within the pillars of law. I lean my forehead against the frosty railing of the gate. My night listens to every …
Sandro Penna – Forse la giovinezza / Perhaps youth Read More »
Plinio Nomellini, The fireflies, 1898 If I sadly walk behind that breath of hills, into a warm and dark night, it may be a daydreaming youth laying on the grass. Everybody is lonely, but still gazes at the usual stars with different hearts. (Transl. by D. Foglia) Se desolato io cammino dietro quel soffio di …
Sandro Penna – Se desolato io cammino / If I sadly walk Read More »
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