Edvard Munch, Two People – The Lonely Ones, 1899 Aloneone can but not much,one can drink alone, can sing alone,if one believes should pray alone too.Twomake shouting betterwith worm’s dedication,with rubber gestures,on bronze bedsbefore and after looting.The sumof the two voids resembles us. (Transl. by D. Foglia) Da solouno può ma non moltoda solo uno bevee …
George Grosz, Berlin street scene, 1925 Cianotiche espressionidi fulminei viandantiinvadono la mia mentee se ne appropriano.Livree malconcedi soldati redivivivestono il mio corpoe lo consumano.Lemmi mordacidi anziane per benemi entrano in golae la logorano.Aleatorie asserzionidi giovani inettipervadono le mie venee ivi scorrono.Disfemismi eufemici,questo è il mio risultato. Do you know this poem in English? Please contact …
Diego Rivera, Evening twilight at Acapulco, 1956 Nothing is more joyousthan a gray daywhich suddenly opens upto a hope of sunshine inflaming the evening,and finally sets – but before one last effulgenceit floods the night with light for you. (Transl. by D. Foglia) Nulla è più lietod’un giorno grigioche a un tratto si aprea una speranza …
Alessandro Parronchi – Nulla è più lieto / Nothing is more joyous Read More »
Franco Gentilini, Nudo con gatto, 1964 There is a hole in heaven’s quiltabove it an oblong white window closesthe frost seeps in through too tender glassesthe wood meltsinto the flamesinside there’s a melody that goes upa melody that goes down – the cat likes it too. (Transl. by D. Foglia) C’è un foro nella tessitura celestesopra si …
Antonio Porta – C’è un foro nella tessitura celeste / There’s a hole Read More »
Edward Hopper, Excursion into philosophy, 1959 We’ll sleep togethertonight,my woman,in great lust.We’ll complete what we started time ago,and never finished.You and I in an embrace suitable for the worst bloodline.You and I in a martyr kissof the worst kind.Will we endor will we end to love each other?Barefoot whores are waiting for me out there,naked, with …
Oliviero Ortodeo – Dormiremo insieme / We’ll sleep together Read More »
Giovanni Fattori, La libecciata, 1885 Rain is your dress. Mud is your shoes. Wind is your cloth. But the sun is your smile and your mouth. The night of haystacks is your hair. But your smile and your warm skin are the fire of earth and stars. (Transl. by D. Foglia) La pioggia è il …
Corrado Govoni – La pioggia è il tuo vestito / Rain is your dress Read More »
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