Grace Calanna (graziacalanna@lestroverso.it)
Interview with poet Louis Carotenuto
stolen notes to life with the boldness of a balance that advances sull'impalpabile strand of the time. Intimate correspondence, poems of singular emotion. "It's raining cats and dogs on the way home," the sense of loss twists the perception of inadequacy and the spasm, which foolishly "barred the doors as if the light would serve to hide the night," domineering, "in identical so ever. " The Family Friend Luigi Carotenuto, published by proofs, scans the assumptions of classical versification which, this is the peculiarity of the collection, using the pulse genius of the poet, flourished again. So, in a universe separate from the tenacity of a "precarious" versatile, changes the meaning of pain, just now, food for the journey of fulfillment, besides individual unanimous. Agile flowing verse songs, pragmatic. Nevertheless, facing existence with the "dancing eyes" of those who, observing "butterflies" and "fly and love in two days, peacefully, melts ancestral doubts.
"Poetry - highlights Carotenuto - is a dream made flesh, transposition of emotion crystallized. Lives and dies with the man, will always be present even if depreciation as, is particularly in this historic moment. The present poem, apart from some exceptions increasingly rare, is more an attitude, a pose, a costume rude and ignorant that passes the more vulgar and mediocre prose (I think that many shopping lists are more poetic) to courtly versified . The newspaper is useless declamatory voice changes and a pseudo obscurity behind the patron god of darkness hides poetry of incompetence, lack of ideas and feelings, not the least, and perhaps more amateur and popular attitudes is void of sentimentality, banal, devoid of any sense of reality and enchantment detector (qualities of true poetry in my opinion), where sunsets, seagulls, loneliness, love and joy are combined in the manner of chain assembly and criminal, words are forced to "sense" only, without any permanent record ".
GC recall the words of John Keats: "If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves on the trees, you better not even born" ...
LC "Poetry is, among other things, "Memory Damaged Life, "as Adorno said about art, and in this sense is story, and especially the interpretation of history, politics is never politicized, the only attitude that" political "in the original sense and higher, has a do with the air, being a close relative of the music, is singing along and thinking, open gates of light, darkness, and truth. Gushing jet sudden and uncontrollable, and even though many times requires labor file, comes from a revelation by a combination of words new, unusual, again we could say, at the same time, once created, the poetry does not seem to that could not be there, like the leaves on the trees in Keats speaks. "
GC Thinking of contemporary Italian poets, which do you prefer and for what primary reason?
LC "Among the contemporary poets so-called" official ", a term that is often only a synonym of the publishing house's most influential authors and literary contests and advertising in the tam-tam organization, the only real exception I believe in Italy is represented by Andrea Zanzotto, innovator and experimenter of poetic language that he knew and knows how to keep their lines in the high lyricism of classical poetry. "
GC Finally, a thought, that of Virginia Woolf, "is it true that poetry is delicious, in fact the best prose is full of poetry, "to ask, besides an opinion, if you'd like to dedicate the" poetic prose ".
LC "The poetic prose, ambitious ... but the writing can not schedule it too much if you plan to write with a degree of honesty, of course ideally I would like my prose contained lyricism, even without the lyrical element can not imagine even a good novel, I like this little proliferation authors of noir and crime writers, I see this passion for the reading, all the misery of mankind, the voyeuristic side connected to the gossip and the gossip, rummage no respect in the lives (and especially in the deaths) of others. And why do not you think about this death in human life? I get much more interesting to explore the meaning of our time, the sense of man, instead of collecting a series of events, beat "monsters" on the front page. The tragedy is not in the record, but in the ontological reasons that push the human being in this type of record, and this series of writers are responsible for the intellectual degradation because they do not, and many times not, conceptual elements on which to ponder readers. "
Interview with poet Louis Carotenuto
stolen notes to life with the boldness of a balance that advances sull'impalpabile strand of the time. Intimate correspondence, poems of singular emotion. "It's raining cats and dogs on the way home," the sense of loss twists the perception of inadequacy and the spasm, which foolishly "barred the doors as if the light would serve to hide the night," domineering, "in identical so ever. " The Family Friend Luigi Carotenuto, published by proofs, scans the assumptions of classical versification which, this is the peculiarity of the collection, using the pulse genius of the poet, flourished again. So, in a universe separate from the tenacity of a "precarious" versatile, changes the meaning of pain, just now, food for the journey of fulfillment, besides individual unanimous. Agile flowing verse songs, pragmatic. Nevertheless, facing existence with the "dancing eyes" of those who, observing "butterflies" and "fly and love in two days, peacefully, melts ancestral doubts.
"Poetry - highlights Carotenuto - is a dream made flesh, transposition of emotion crystallized. Lives and dies with the man, will always be present even if depreciation as, is particularly in this historic moment. The present poem, apart from some exceptions increasingly rare, is more an attitude, a pose, a costume rude and ignorant that passes the more vulgar and mediocre prose (I think that many shopping lists are more poetic) to courtly versified . The newspaper is useless declamatory voice changes and a pseudo obscurity behind the patron god of darkness hides poetry of incompetence, lack of ideas and feelings, not the least, and perhaps more amateur and popular attitudes is void of sentimentality, banal, devoid of any sense of reality and enchantment detector (qualities of true poetry in my opinion), where sunsets, seagulls, loneliness, love and joy are combined in the manner of chain assembly and criminal, words are forced to "sense" only, without any permanent record ".
GC recall the words of John Keats: "If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves on the trees, you better not even born" ...
LC "Poetry is, among other things, "Memory Damaged Life, "as Adorno said about art, and in this sense is story, and especially the interpretation of history, politics is never politicized, the only attitude that" political "in the original sense and higher, has a do with the air, being a close relative of the music, is singing along and thinking, open gates of light, darkness, and truth. Gushing jet sudden and uncontrollable, and even though many times requires labor file, comes from a revelation by a combination of words new, unusual, again we could say, at the same time, once created, the poetry does not seem to that could not be there, like the leaves on the trees in Keats speaks. "
GC Thinking of contemporary Italian poets, which do you prefer and for what primary reason?
LC "Among the contemporary poets so-called" official ", a term that is often only a synonym of the publishing house's most influential authors and literary contests and advertising in the tam-tam organization, the only real exception I believe in Italy is represented by Andrea Zanzotto, innovator and experimenter of poetic language that he knew and knows how to keep their lines in the high lyricism of classical poetry. "
GC Finally, a thought, that of Virginia Woolf, "is it true that poetry is delicious, in fact the best prose is full of poetry, "to ask, besides an opinion, if you'd like to dedicate the" poetic prose ".
LC "The poetic prose, ambitious ... but the writing can not schedule it too much if you plan to write with a degree of honesty, of course ideally I would like my prose contained lyricism, even without the lyrical element can not imagine even a good novel, I like this little proliferation authors of noir and crime writers, I see this passion for the reading, all the misery of mankind, the voyeuristic side connected to the gossip and the gossip, rummage no respect in the lives (and especially in the deaths) of others. And why do not you think about this death in human life? I get much more interesting to explore the meaning of our time, the sense of man, instead of collecting a series of events, beat "monsters" on the front page. The tragedy is not in the record, but in the ontological reasons that push the human being in this type of record, and this series of writers are responsible for the intellectual degradation because they do not, and many times not, conceptual elements on which to ponder readers. "
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