Endymion and Other Lost Images

Fabio Vicentini

Description

The difficult task to reconcile imagination with experiences, the vivid life of thoughts that is painfully reduced to expressions always serving a purpose different from the one of manifesting beauty or the inner perception of the distances separating desires from matter of fact reality. These poems try to go beyond the simple reduction that daily toils impose for pragmatical statements and explore the feelings for reaching a higher reconciliation of time with inward exploration.Written during a period of working in a foreign country when words seemed to make no differences, the following book is the process to reunite feelings with the faith in the possibility that one's own voice can manifest. Although the environment around the author has remained shaped by voices that speak louder than his, it is nevertheless in the strong desire to record and express the birth of creativity engendered by oppositions that these poems speak, revolting the fear of having to be spoken by single dominant language to the wonderment that lines expressing whispering multitudes create.

Sujets

• Poetry

Informations

• Publié par: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Date de parution: 28 février 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781528993586
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

Extrait

Endymion and Other Lost Images
Fabio Vicentini
Austin Macauley Publishers
2020-02-28
Endymion and Other Lost Images About the Author Dedication Copyright Information © Endymion Poesy Normality Is Schizophrenic Incest I II To a Soul Time Has No Memory Suspended Meaning Moving Out I II III IV V VI VII VIII Image To Be a Hero Giving Haiti A Woman You Are Never Alone Fragility Aria Eyes Ray A Song Tiresias Perception A Present Mourning Echoes Recovery Alone Differences I II Care Totem Imagigenesis Ilarius Arachnidosis I II III Second Childhood In the End
About the Author
The author is currently living in Prague for finishing his PhD in Environmental Sciences at the Charles University. He was born in Italy and then moved to Spain and Ireland for developing his knowledge till he arrived in Prague and discovered that knowledge alone, could not suffice and something else was to be sought. It came from mythologies and philosophy of language, the revelation behind the unfulfilled knowledge for the desire of expressing imagination in figures of beauty, that release fertility within the sterile matters of knowing.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to all those that I carry within me for the greatest gift they gave me: to have rejected my immature love and turn it into expressions, weaving beyond the reduction of their forms in the belief that the process that imposed changes on me will be the same in which they will find themselves.
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Fabio Vicentini (2020)
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Disclaimer
Just asking nature to imprint on physical forms
The changes that have thrown my mind into roes
As a consequence of physical states that have changed
The spiritual shape of my mental state just by their
Having become possible states that bear no mark
Of the circumstances that have brought the changes
In which my mind cannot find reflections
Of the forms it seeks to confirm itself in.
Endymion
In the midst of the ripples’ watery consonants
I pine and muse upon the forest sodden times
When at my sight stood gathered
Meadows outstretched below the skirt
Of light wedding companion to the pipe
Among the heavens of flowers cupped scents
That played for all the whispering flocks
Blooming in their fleece cloudy woven to steal
Permanence from the sky Inscrutable depth.
I was the shepherd of man’s lost secrets
That in the reeds retained by the bare rocks
Still bows to the maker that once knit
The land to the tapping of his clogs and horns
On the mountains pinnacles pillowing
The eagles flying nuptial screech.
I was within the caves of dreams burrowed nights
Lifting the sole of my feet beyond earthly communion
And higher and higher I soared
In my daily steps attending to the grass
Luring majesty. There I followed green slopes
That run with labyrinths of oblivious shades
And mischievous complexion till I arrived
At the mountain spring virginally releasing
The dried stones excruciating friction.
In the clear waters I held the view
Of a lamb bathing in the purity
That its reflection gave to itself.
The crystal flood rived on its mantle
The woods pensative shelter to the
Fireflies meteoric dance as when
The eyes close to the morning sudden explosion
And all that is seen is the mind tracking its stars.
I could not see below the shallow image
That the instant of beauty imprinted on me
And I thought I beheld the moon cocooning
To mortal form for regenerating her limbs.
The vision struck me to blindness
And in what I thought I knew I could not
Move to experience what more was there to
For any wolf can cloth itself with
A fleece of immaculate and eclipsing treachery
Chimed by the shimmering begging of the lamb eyes.
But the wool gets stained in the end
And the glitter that once shone in dream
Leaves to the naive shepherd the view
Of the raw material that desire
Was crafting its iron fence with.
As I approached the figuring light
I was torn by its dendritic fangs and bleed
My flesh awakened to cruelty
And the wound exposed to reality
Unable to find in memory its suture
Now I can hear in its rattling pulsing
The buzzing warning then absent
For seeing beyond shadowing knowledge
That keeps reviving glooms at my sight
For that once emerged cup of hope
To get to the crystal trough in which all
Desire to restore the illusory relief
Of nuptial spring where none has yet
Purified its sins in.
Now I rest at the mountain feet where
The river has never forgotten
To bring the sounds of the cliffs
Where the water eroded its song
Carrying its turmoil to the floating logs
Revelatory of passions and deceiving currents
Suspended in the embrace of muddled pools
That the sea has not yet engulfed and obscured.