Umberto, come here
Bravo, always ready
What does a Bolshevik do when
he dives into the Red Sea?
You don’t know what a Bolshevik does?
No, tell me
He goes splash!
Poetry Corner. Ezra Pound.
The Cantos
The whole tribe is from
one man’s body
What other way can you think of it?
The surname and the nine arts
The father’s word is compassion
The son’s, devotion
Small birds sing in chorus. Harmony
is in the proportion of branches
The gay face of spring
is set before the world
The sharpness of winter
now flees defeated
In various apparel Flora reigns
And in the euphony of the woods…
…she is hymned in song
(From Salo, by Pier Paolo Pasolini)
Canto
oppiano? is that your new alias?
oppiano licario believes that we should all live our lives through the eyes of a poet. he is a character in lezama lima’s novel “paradiso”. In this oblique blog i reference pasolini, and suggest that a poet can also be a fascist.