"In '300 Boccaccio in De deorum Genealogiis gentilium "takes issue with those who denigrated as useless and false myths and was convinced that the fiction does not hide but expressed the human truth: for Certaldo mythology was not a series of legends inert conventional but a wealth of diagrams and examples behind which one could discover the truth of poetry, namely its human meaning. "His poetry anthology entitled" The Venus Pulse "bears the name of one of the major deities associated with love , beauty, fertility. Chronologically in his lyrics are Hypnos, the god of sleep the night his son and brother of Thanatos. Leto, the goddess of technological progress. Athena, the goddess of wisdom. Echo, the nymph consumed by love. Vesta, the guardian goddess of fire. Lucifer, the morning star. Zeus, the king of the gods, the ruler of Olympus. The mythology as access key to his poetry! A random choice or necessity?
A myth is a sacred narrative concerning the origins of the world. The word myth comes from mythos, meaning word, speech, story. The word is an amulet, a powerful talisman. The written word is more powerful, much stronger. It is engraved. Permanent, immortal, and as such, sacred. The word can not be separated from God, and God reveals Himself through the Word. The word opera is accompanied
the pound, from music and music comes from Art of the Muses. Poetry is the Word: is the word of God. Choose the myth for approaching art is a necessary step as the language skills to decode text. I do not know most useful, versatile, necessary.
At the same time the myth is the reduction of narrative moments related to the size of the rite, with which it is a fundamental religious experience aimed at satisfying the need to provide an explanation for natural phenomena or questions about the existence and cosmos.
Poetry is necessary to men and women, to their spirit. This is how it always is was the myth. As is the whole art or beauty. Immerse yourself in the beauty, leaving win, you get closer to God's Word
not have to provide explanations in the divine plan, just totally rely on our Higher Power.
As he began his adventure into the world of poetry?
reading it, loving it. More than that is an adventure, I think it is a process. Starts before me, before this period of life and will go beyond me. It is a necessary research. It is an investigation into the world inhabited by the words and their musicality. There is a beating heart, a body that beats, a throbbing life unbroken through several cycles. In this circle, I shall investigate, read, translate, I perceive, I write ... I try, finally, the beauty. The singing. It is sacred.
writes by day or night, on paper or computer?
Anytime, anywhere, anyway. Did I get various pleasures, at different times and in different situations. Sometimes fixed on paper for a moment, as if I had a polaroid ... sometimes "relive" and I recall, do life, breath with the words soul. But, of course, it's just a fun game. ... As a magician's tightrope walker.
One of his poems to which it is most fond of and why?
I do not fond of my poems, poems then?! I leave it to others, if not just for posterity, this review. Writing is a pleasure, a joy, fun, sharing a wet suit, an inner communication. Well, I do not fond of what I write, I prefer to share it, dramatize, publish, disclose, discuss it. If you really had to choose, I would say it is a poem I wrote in junior high. Was entitled: Let. I wrote on the school diary and pencil, below, drew a pine forest.
What are the poets who loved the most?
are enchanted by the poetry of Edgar Lee Masters. I'm really interested to read even Eastern Europe. I would say that I really loved poets too: I should make a long list. As many love. The classical poetry of many women fascinates me greatly. I am very attracted to the theme of death that is common to many poets. I personally do not find it in poetry, a grim topic, not at all, maybe the lyrics is his most sacred expression. Its total celebration of rebirth. On the immortality of the soul and of the word.
What is your favorite book?
One? Well, it's difficult to answer: Object of Love by Pasquale Panella? But I would say even stories of Katherine Mansfield. Then it's really a difficult question, this: there are too many books to which they are linked: The Little Prince, The Friend Found ... there are books that made me laugh those that moved me, the ones that made me me want to write, those who taught me to understand. The books of nonfiction, fiction, poetry, and then there are the classics with which I grew, I trained. I like to read Buzzati, Chiara, Petrolini, Benni. Like Fosco Maraini Lonfo with her and I like the English literature of the last century. I like the humor of Pennac. I like the old Russian books. How do you choose one? Only one? No, it's impossible!
You storyteller, poet, active in the performing arts and writing, is formative stage, trainer of writing courses ludo / creative, therefore, a witness of our times, he thinks there is still room for reading?
And how not? Mica change anything? It is believed that the time change, I personally do not think so. The world still revolves, is never the same, it's never different, just is. If the flowers still bloom there will always be someone who wants to write and others who like to read. The pleasures are a human side I prefer. As long as there is pleasure there will be life and literature is, of course, one of the best parts of the most sublime of life.
E 'infinitely poetic metaphor in which life is born from the most distant antipode, the end opposite to it Thanatos. What was able to express the his life through writing-catharsis that perhaps would never have externalized?
Everything I have written and construed to the cycle of life, death, whose sister is regenerating step. Here, in a nutshell, the message of which they herald. Externalize the concept of death as cyclical rebirth and flowering is research that moves my fingers on keyboards or wielding pens and pencils to take notes that I often use my creative mind of images to be captured.
Born in Naples and lived in Agropoli (Salerno) ...
The Greeks, and hence the myth. I lived mirroring. My mirror is the Mediterranean Sea. I was in front of Capri from Naples and I Agropoli In front of Capri. As a child I did dream those reflections of the setting sun on the windows and the island is still so today. Rest of the mirror, by noon or midnight, from the north or south, does not change the perspective, even if everything is reversed into reverse is that I move to my home. In these contradictions, in the songs of sirens (the mythical Partenope and the one that came from my pen, Erkula, which often tell their children) live the essence of life and higher art. In contrast strong colors.
The Venus Pulse is dedicated "Mom", a code word of the soul ....
My mother is a Muse. A Goddess. My mother is bright as a star. It is tender like a mimosa pudica bashful. It's funny, smart, smart. It is as angry Hera. As you are jealous. My mother is beautiful. My mother is the essence and the birth of me. And shells. My mother thinks and afraid to die and leave me alone, she does not understand that it is not: Mother's love is forever. You link to the cycle of life.
Milena Esposito narrator is, active in the performing arts and writing, often inspired by popular historical and mythological heritage. E 'formative stage. E 'trainer ludo writing courses and creative. He has worked with Vati newspapers in the province of Salerno. Foundress Cultural Association "Art and Party" is the creator and promoter of cultural events in the Cilento. He has published novels such as honey Autumn (2007) and Luisa Sanfelice or the involuntary How good could sing, Poncho Purple, Bocca di Rosa. Works not represented: The Way of desire (for theater) and the bottle of love (for cinema). For poetry, collected Lucifer wrote (edited, 2009) and quietly - Songs for you (unpublished) .
Carina Spuri
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