thanks
looked through what's available to me (w/ease) in the US and I'm going for
the selected poems. Apart from mention in relation to Fellini I've never
really taken notice of Zanzotto
A few months back a friend of mine wrote a review of the documentary film
out now about the World Wrestling Federation. She is not involved with
sports but found it very compelling and was left comparing the activity of
this wrestling with poetry- thinking: what else could poetry be but a sort
of contained violence.
These Zanzotto quote seem to speak to that.
Andrea
ps. I'm not Italian
> From: "erminia" <[log in to unmask]>
> Reply-To: [log in to unmask]
> Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 13:23:27 +0100
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Subject: Re: Zanzotto
>
> Caro Andrea (are you Italian?)
>
> The quotes are
> to be found in the monography on Zanzotto, (in Englsih) , by Vivienne Hand
> published by Edinburgh University press, 1994
> in the section "Writers of Italy"
> ISBN 0-7486-0411-1
>
> The book to me seems the outcome of a PhD reserach study.
> But it is very interesting and well developed.
>
> Erminia
>
>
>
> ----- Original Message -----
> From: claank design <[log in to unmask]>
> To: <[log in to unmask]>
> Sent: Wednesday, October 04, 2000 4:57 PM
> Subject: Re: poets as killers
>
>
>> could you please tell in which volume these quotes where found- I'd be
>> interested in reading more
>>
>> thanks
>>
>> Andrea
>>> From: "erminia" <[log in to unmask]>
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>>> Date: Wed, 20 Oct 1999 00:16:44 +0100
>>> To: <[log in to unmask]>
>>> Subject: Re: poets as killers
>>>
>>> ....yet one feels tore with pity and compassion.
>>>
>>> ....
>>> Finding the integer, on the limit, driven
>>> only minimally above the ground
>>> of the impossible, impossibly
>>> here, and yet here to talk about the impossible
>>> and the possible. And reversibly.
>>>
>>> (Zanzotto)
>>>
>>> Yes, in me, and out of me, dizziness and darkness.
>>> But in me and out of me
>>> so much fruit and victory of color
>>> that, even if my head
>>>
>>> lies empty on the page
>>> ...
>>> even if my disturbed heart feels
>>> the high doors fallen, ah, you merciful
>>> of fountains,...
>>>
>>> of your milk you satiate me, never satiate,
>>> and you rearm me with all of your space.
>>>
>>> (Zanzotto)
>>>
>>>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>
>>>
>>
>>
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