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Platero Y YO

The human qualities. A term which may sound rhetoric, especially after reading a small book of poetry of the early twentieth century, in which love and dedication to a sweet ass the poet, told with sublime lyricism and intense grace, they do reflect the deep feelings, too often denied to non-human and considered unique expression of our species

Juan Ramon Jimenez was a English poet, was born in Palos de Moguer, in Andalusia, in 1881. Among the greatest exponents of pure poetry, literary movement that developed between the wars, Jiménez is one of those who believed in art poetic sensibility is not exploited by the political and historical circumstances. Nobel Prize for Literature in 1956, wrote "Platero y yo" in 1914, creating what will be remembered as the work His most universally admired and translated.
The book is a dedication to a person gentle animal, a gentle donkey named Platero, whose gestures full of sweetness and dignity arouse in the reader feelings of tenderness but also of profound respect. The gentle ways and his purity of mind just got to do, in fact, with the bleak clichés that too often portray the ass like an animal symbol of mediocrity and lack of intelligence.

If you were coming, Platero, the Scoletta, you will learn the ABC, and you'd auctions. [...] Donna Domitilla [...] you would take, to be indulgent, a couple of hours on his knees in the canton of the courtyard of the plane, or I'll beat up on its legs with its long barrel dry, or you eat the quince of your snack, or you would On a sheet of paper under the tail, and you'd be hot and red ears are like the son of a factor when going to rain ... No. Platero, no. Come away with me. I'll teach you to know the flowers and stars. And no one will laugh at you as a child's large head, or will put you as if you were one of those they call donkeys, the cap, edged down over his eyes large indigo and vermilion as those of the boats of the river, with a par of ears twice the length of yours.

The comparison between the obtuse traditional symbolism and the grace with which Jimenez describes the animal makes the reader feel a vague sense of embarrassment: Platero does make the heart, denial of human dignity hurts not to appear awkward and ridiculous belief that human love and dedication to the next are processed only of our species, even to consider them "human qualities".

You, if you die before me, do not go, my Platero, the auctioneer on the cart, the immense lagoon, ravine or the road of the mountains, like other poor donkeys, like horses and dogs that have not who loves them. Experience quiet, Platero. I'll bury the foot of the large pine tree and leafy orchard della Pigna, so that you like. You'll be next to
happy and serene life. Children play and cuciranno little girl sitting next to you on their low chairs. Know the ways I suggest that loneliness. You will hear the girls sing when washing clothes ORGANGERIE, and the sound of joy and freshness noria will be for your eternal peace. And throughout the year finches, the siskins, the bucks will do for you, everlasting happiness in the large canopy, a tiny roof of your music between quiet sleep and the endless blue sky of eternal Moguer.

The awareness of the smallness of the human spirit is behind anthropocentrism grows as you browse the pages of this work, but Platero shows a dignity without pride. Only if the player pays due attention can in fact grasp the sad gap between the grace of this animal and the negative stereotype that condemns the donkey as a symbol of scarcity, because it leads to consideration Platero without ostentation, without reproach anything.

Platero is small, furry, soft, smooth outside so that he would do everything in cotton wool, no bones in it. Only the mirrors of jet eyes are hard like two beetles Crystal nero.Lo let loose, and leaves on the lawn, and stroking his nose with lukewarm, barely touching them, the flowers pink, blue and yellow ... I call softly: "Platero?" and comes to me with a cheerful trot that seems to laugh, I do not know that jingle in perfect ... Eat when you give him. He likes mandarin, muscatel grapes, all amber, purple figs, with their crystalline drop of honey ... It 's soft, full of quirks like a child, like a child ... But the inside is as strong and adust if it were made of stone.

The texts are full of images deployed in an atmosphere of sublime suggestiveness uncommon: the visceral and intimate relationship between the poet and the donkey lives in a Mediterranean setting made of fresh summer evenings, when the fragrance of the plants are growing more acute with the dark, the colors of the sky and a pleasant breeze seem to predispose to melancholy reflection and golden sunsets evoke sensations of sweet bitterness of the precariousness of the events to which all men and animals, we are doomed.
The emotion is the feeling that constantly involves the reader to the end, but finished the reading comes a little 'note of bitterness in the intimate distance between the lyricism of the events recounted and the prosaic condition that always flock to the animals.
The beautiful Andalusian regalataci postcard from "Platero y yo" does not even show us the true face of the bloody tradition of bullfighting, but the plaintive cry of the bulls feel it in anyway, along with the excitement for the unique luck of the donkey in our history, with the terrible knowledge that social trends speciesist contradiction to meander forever, not falling asleep again.

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Cristina Bove "Flowers and Lightning"


Cristina Bove
1. Let's talk about you, before entering the heart of your poem, that of "Flowers and lightning."
Who is Cristina Bove? A brief autobiography possibly highlighting the artistic and cultural aspects that have made you a poet but also a painter, and more.

I was born in Naples in September 1942, I moved to Rome when I got married and still reside there. Many painful experiences I have scored, but also wonderful as the birth of my four children, love, friendships, reading, painting, sculpture, poetry. And now this magic tool that allows me to meetings of thought that I would never have imagined, and this interview that you're doing.


2. Which authors have most influenced the way you feel the world and then the society that lives / lives? Why?

My readings have been and are still those of a self omnivorous and voracious that they can not buy books at all libraries was a part of the city in which resided Even in Tunis, where I lived for almost three years, I enrolled in the library of 'Italian Cultural Institute, where I was housed with one of my personal painting.
I have read so much, that my memory is a sediment of traces left by various authors and topics, Shakespeare, Hugo, Goethe, Dowstoevskij, Tolstoy, Hemingway, Bulgakov, the Greek and Latin classics, Pavese, Calvino, Bell, First Levi, treatises on medicine, astrophysics, I love Hawking, Eco ... Tagore, I could continue the list, in complete disorder of the acquisition. If I were to say what the authors have left their mark all I should say. But do not ask quotes, my fleeting memory allows me.


Joseph Iannozzi raccomanda3. "Flowers and lightning" is a particular book, there are indeed sections of the space-time case is a unique body of poems that can be read individually but also starting from the first to get to the last. If you decide to read from "I" to "Web", then one has the impression of having read a long hard life of a happy woman, you, Cristina. A simple life of riches and sorrows, never giving in to easy sentimentalism and hypocrisy, but always facing the lives of hard-nosed, even when life gives you marked with the mark of pain.
How did you choose the poems that would be part of "Flowers and lightning?

Meanwhile, thank you so well that he had grasped the meaning of my book and my life, the poems were kept in alphabetical, not chronological, because I always thought that poetry is more of a suggestion that comes from so perception of a moment, the emotion of feeling intensely lived, but it permeates every breath, every moment of life of those who are "suffering".


4. Your poetry is full of pain, of a pain at times tragic, but not paid for complacency. There is piety, but a piety that only man can give to his brother. There is a religion that is rooted in the historical time that is lived and not kneel to pray to a god who is said to dwell in the heavens. Can you elaborate?

The pain has taught me that every human being lives with the highest probability to prove that no one is excluded dall'ineluttabilità of death, that men are brave to live knowing that they have to die, that if gods exist, they are who need to learn from men, that they must love them, admire them, reward them for this show attended by and where each performance costs and the life blood of a human being.


5. Renzo Montagnoli, talking about your poetry, wrote: "... life is one, with other positive and negative aspects, but in any case deserves to be carried out fully, to love her with all his strength, which is not an act of selfishness, because what one should actually aspire to the true values \u200b\u200bare the foundation of every civilization, because it is innate and that humanity has brought in following centuries, every now and then forget it, in vain pursuit of happiness fetishes . [...] "
In your opinion, what are today the fetishes of happiness, those who are selfish that we should keep for our happiness and what we should be rejected in part or in full on? What are the true values \u200b\u200bof civilization, and above all, nowadays, there are still values \u200b\u200bthat you can believe your eyes closed?

The fetishes of happiness are the values \u200b\u200bcreated by the ad hoc consumerism in which we are fiercely intent on filling their bellies and be surrounded by frills and most of humanity dies of starvation. The hypocrisy of the religious systems that claim to be holders of the absolute Truth revealed (sic) in the name of God and unleash hell. The loss of dreams and ideals in favor of immediate satisfaction of instinctual desires, sometimes brutal, leading the man to abuse man. We should encourage the young employees of thought, to offer their appreciation and consideration for each intellectual achievement, making only marginal ones outward.
You can still believe in love and dreams of each of Prometheus, poetry ...


6. The extent to which poetry can help humanity to be better? And why? Why

shifts the focus from the instincts intuition from everyday life that flattens the originality of a thought that rises. Why do find themselves in their appearance with wings, that is not subject to the laws of gravity and does not need material means to express themselves, it is thought in search of a heart.


7. Your poetry is very direct, sometimes very close to the prose poetic musicality is given mostly by assonance and alliteration. I would like to explain to me what is your style, and especially how important it is to penetrate the soul of the poetry reader.

I find it difficult to answer this question, because I never stop to consider this aspect of my poetry. There are research techniques, even the choice of words are unexpected to myself, if I try to explain I would say that it is poetry that is looking for me, that I often hear only one case resonance that can express and echo.


8. Your poetry is intimate evocation or social message for a better civilization?

Of the first doubtless, the second I do not know if your message is just because it becomes the projection of the idea I have of a better world.


9. In "I saw the city," writes: "I felt my heart / wake up in the silence / diamond / search for the words / that poets / left read / ferns as touched by the moon / Lark rainbows and crystals / flowers of sea sounds color / colors of love / in a breath. / I am alive / because in my night someone lit a dream / poetry. "Poetry is a spirit, therefore saving both the poet and for the reader? And if so, why? Who or what saves us the poetry, which the soul can heal wounds?

Perhaps I repeat myself, but I firmly believe that poetry helps to shift attention from the immanence to the transcendent, from the daily burden of the mystery in which we are immersed. It does not give answers, but perhaps raises questions.


10. The title of your book: "Flowers and lightning." The more flowers or more lightning?

I think more flowers, because to fight a single lightning takes many flowers.


11. Probably I forgot to ask you something important, which is why I'm leaving you free to formulate and give you an answer.

probably would not know how to respond.


12. Thank you, Cristina. You were very helpful and very brave to undergo to my questions are not easy. I wish you all the best for your poetry and your privacy.

Thank you, Beppe, you have not been bad, and for me it was a pleasure and an honor to answer. Spare you the best wishes of all good.

Cristina Bove