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Dreamers of Words - The Poetics of Reverie - Imaginary and Immaginale

The Poetics of Reverie

Gaston Bachelard

Editions Daedalus 1993

... "Childhood is the well being" .. . The well is an archetype, a heavier image for the human soul ...

Juan Ramon Jimenez (Platero et moi, trans. Ed. Seghers, p.64) writes: . A dreamer of words can not pass such a reverie without notice it ...

.. Reverie on staff meetings and places of ether ..:

.. what is the virtual world .. ... Is a bit 'like being in charge of a goal by having a daily treatment of a bus .. the same hours, same connections, same crowd, same faces .. sometimes unbearable odors, sometimes sensual flirting, others sometimes annoying skin .. then happen to engage in edifying conversations with the stranger that goes half way and I hope to see tomorrow, or take for certain that you are getting the right people are perfect for dreaming, then you realize that you were asleep with his head at the window ... it was now tarnished and had lost all the stops ...

on Bachelard and his poetic

http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gaston_Bachelard

http://www.filosofia.unimi.it/piana/bachel01 / bachel.htm

http://www.ildiogene.it/EncyPages/Ency=Bachelard.html

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history as the expectation of a future

Remo Bodei see
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Lavoiser - Carlos de Oliveira - Portuguese neorealism

Lavoiser

In the poem,

variable nature of words, nothing is lost

or creates

everything changes:

each poem in its

Profile

uncertain and calligraphy, is already dreaming

another form.

If poetry

assess any

its oscillation

inner

crystallized

another movement

thinner

that of the structure

which generate

millennia later

these imaginary flowers

calcareous

would

its micro rigor.

The bird, its anatomy

fast, full shape in a hurry, which condenses

just enough to be visible in the sky, without harming

;

other model Flights: clouds;

and light wind, leaves

now, astonished,

spreads its wings in the desert of the table;

try to cry out to the fake birds

that death is different:

cross the sky with a whisper of sweetness

and disappear.

The first form is still

elastic

other harden in the air, more angular, but they all weigh

,

developing laws of fall:

and fall; serious;

reduced to space of weight;

the flight is the unique abstract

or rather, the metaphor of the wings, which implies

things for hours without laws;

but the plural, the flights, no, make

forms clear,

the limit to their opacity;

and each pulse in the air, the weight back

bodies

of flight:

flights are returning.

Carlos de Oliveira " Lavoiser" by lado Sobre or Esquerdo

by Pessoa Oliveira

Modern Portuguese poetry

by Giuseppe Tavani

Modernism, Surrealism, Neo-realism

1973 Academy Ed

Link to Oliveira and poetry Portuguese

http://portugal.poetryinternationalweb.org/piw_cms/cms / cms_module / index.php? obj_id = 4645

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Almost - Surrealism Portuguese

Carlo Carrà - Interventionist Demonstration -1914

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Almost

A little sun - and I was grilled,

a little more blue - I was there.

to succeed, I missed a wing beat ...

If I could stay here ...

fright or peace? No. .. all gone

ingannator below sea-foam;

and awakened the dream in the mist,

the big dream - sadly - almost lived ...

Almost love, triumph and almost flame

almost the beginning and end - almost expansion ...

But all my soul is poured out ...

Meanwhile nothing was just an illusion!

Everything had a beginning ... and it's all wrong ...

- Oh the pain of being almost infinite ... -

I among others I missed, I missed me,

wing who ran but did not fly ...

moments of soul I dissipai ...

Temples never an altar where no positive ...

Rivers lost to the sea without ...

anxieties that were not but that I fixed ...

If I digress, I only clues ...

spinners towards the sun - I see them closed;

hands of a hero, without faith, invilite,

put grates over the cliffs ...

In momentum spread of languor,

all taken and possessed nothing ...

Today me, there is the disappointment of

things that I kissed but did not live ...

....................................... ........

............................................. ..

A little sun - and I would be grilled,

a little more than blue - and I would be there.

to succeed, I missed a bird's wing ...

If I could stay here ...

Mario de Sa-Carneiro N. Lisbon 05.19.1890, M, suicide, Paris 26.04.1916

(Poetry comes from dispersion 1914)

From a Oliveria Pessoa - Portuguese Modern Poetry "Modernism, Surrealism, Neo-realism" ed.Accademia 1973. I ed. pag.119

by Giuseppe Tavani

Notes From Mario de Sa-Carneiro

... Friend devout admirer of Pessoa, his poetry (which shut themselves entirely within the short span of four years: 1913-16) was born from the sign of a decaying symbolism and assimilates instantly

pessoana the lesson, which he channeled within the canons of prosodic and rhythmic and interprets Symbolist

in key delirious extravagance and hypersensitivity hallucinated into which the Futurist Marinetti and the dreamlike visions of Walt Whitman and Picasso ... "

on Italian and European literary symbolism:
http:/ / it.wikipedia.org / wiki / Symbolism
http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Modernismo_ (literature)
http://www.sapere.it/enciclopedia/modernismo+ (literature + and + art). html