review for Luciano Recchiuti
Critics "Flowers and lightning of Cristina Bove
of Luciano Recchiuti
More than an anthology is a true slice of life, a long line of hate appreciable poetic style and content, which speaks in favor of inner strength and expression of Cristina Bove.
The first reading calls immediately to an alert, advice, more than anything: a book that encompasses the best of the collection, which will see the light as soon as possible to avoid losing time the wish to do.
Why poet Cristina is true, that combines style and interior, aches and joys of the soul with the pleasure of telling rhymes in free and liberated from the fetters dissolved metrics: the writings are the dictates of the heart.
Although apparently written at different times (perhaps not very far), changes little due to her style always evolving over time, as it develops along with the always careful choice of words, figures of speech, metaphors effective with which conceals the truth and enhances the dream (and vice versa).
All this accompanies it, which states the author's choice, the total lack of punctuation, leaving the natural musicality of the verse the heart of the story.
This means that certain poems in the "pons", word games, able to express feelings and emotions with light (see "One by one" ), mastered and firmly part of a lexicon valence constant and evolved.
As "The gathering" , surreal vision striking for its originality and theme (a "view to the old-timer", if you will allows the expression), which overlooks the sudden lost youth by the very clothes first occupied by falling bodies, the exaltation of the great gifts of "life" and "new."
Poems free and liberated, I said, purified by the trappings of unnecessary and frivolous and pregnant instead of subtle meanings and a "sign" that the whole light apart. The same arrangement of words on the paper provides rhythm to the poet's intimate choices and often changing meaning in a difficult year suspended over the abyss of banality (without "slide" significant).
In "teeming with lights" "light watermark moon floats above the arches and caressing arms bent twisted columns. And yet "ventured his hands to caress a memory of a dream made of water." The light becomes a word, the word follows the motion soothing the soul.
I like to quote again "and lead " the visions conjured up, lives and haunted, twisted and wrapped to each other the equator, the Sun, the Moon "glittering" of a river from the traces of gold, time consuming, Shadow engraved into the night. Flowers of a boundless garden, green out of proportion like a valley full of colorful butterflies goggled.
Pleasant opera in which love triumphs, in which the play of words beyond the object of desire to sublimate, angelic figure, cleaned from the dirt of the wings in contact with the ground. The writing style is supported by a meager, although tending to basics, full of meanings and silences that become dominant ever lived images.
Love, ethics and spirituality go hand in hand , included in the LORD which looks like a Chinese shadow play, especially in the lines laid down by the loneliness and sometimes desperate cries of the Author. Gentle and modest in telling intimate moments, as in "Children": "through me you are there - Now we are all together ".
modern poetry that feeds of the ancient epics of myth that have roots in the air, in the present, while more rare images inspired by the future that suddenly opens in the lyric "Kids" "bodies made of music and calls," "future parents of new children-free time." particularly effective, short poems, in which a single thought to fly, synthesis and summary of being, always rifuggenti from appearing.
"I am alive because someone lit a night in my dream poem" (in "I saw the city" is the poetry of Bove, the alpha and omega, his relationship with reality and the many questions that often arise from the relationship (sometimes irrational) with it. How else to judge, in fact, the merciless scrutiny of "Homunculus" that combines the 'horrible visually described with the presence of "mild and subtle things like veils absorbed in memories of other skies" ?
style favors the concepts, you Visual Poetry in "Enchantment," which creates fading form and content, in that "nothing" plan that dissolves and wipes a tear as the sun, symbol of a terrible fate, but not desperate. There is never any true destruction of Cristina in poetry: the more often a tendency to accept and make wise words and moral teaching, diaphanous and ethereal, the extreme limit of the lyrics. As written in another age, or novels appendix.
The strength of the self breaks out inside a geiger with the maturity of experience, as a gift to comfort and sveleni less noble sentiments: "feel the sweetness in the heart of the music loving those who play" ("The Wisdom " ) .
tightening the ranks of this long discussion (there were so many poems and articles), it is possible to recognize the winning of the anthology in the reality of the Dream, which is expressed with particular force commenting on the fatigue of the dancer with a simple finding "How's it can cost a couple of wings?"
Yes, Cristina, there is the secret of life, jump over the obstacles at the bottom of the right solutions.
Bella "proofs", in which the poet is nude in front of the themes that is, love, love, family, weather and natural cosmic visions, feelings, memories and dreams. The last opera almost angrily cast on paper and mixed feelings: "On the sand," "New Pharaohs," is we, "" Dream, "" Flight ".
Nothing missing in this anthology, even shiver that arouse " the Thirteen Moons," "absolute science and mocking" , and death in poetry that penetrates "Flight", where "what remains in the cockpit is night .... (while) .... out of the dawn. "
the reader (and critic), the disappointment that the lines written to be over, and triumphs of the white sheet that dulls the eyes, in the shared memory and shared reading.
Luciano Recchiuti
