Independently Published
The silence of poetry
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9798867808792
ISBN13:
9798867808792
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$10.62
The silence of poetry
$10.62
Haion has been present with his lyrics in MC's living room for a few years now. An eclectic author, he knows how to combine the sensations of nature with his own emotions, offering vibrations of the soul that are always new, different, never banal, intense and rich in meaning.
His texts never have titles, because the author does not want to divert attention from the text, but the reader must immerse himself in the verses and independently draw a synthesis.
This does not mean escaping the need to give orientation, rather allowing the reader with his sensitivity to reach his own conclusion, which is different because the readers are different, because the states of mind of each reader are different.
One might even think that reading at different times could give rise to different suggestions, different images, different titles.
Only one text has a title, which is not accidental, but I would say very thoughtful. The poem "To my mother" has this title, so that there can be no misunderstandings, but the thoughts and feelings of the soul have as a reference only one person, that of her, her mother.
This aspect can also be considered distinctive of a free spirit who knows the meaning of words and who uses them to convey something particular.
"On a different day ..." a beautiful poem of his written recently; someone used another concept to express the event by saying "there is something new" but, here the different means breaking habits and capturing the meaning of a fact: "you let yourself be looked at".
It happened and even nature seems to want to correct something that might not be in harmony with the circumstance, almost as if to redesign this improvised scenario that is being put together.
The central moment is this letting oneself be looked at, observed, discovered, penetrated with one's gaze, while nothing is now important, this ascetic vision attracts and transports.
This vision, which has the strength to condition feelings, make them more intense, knows how to overcome the rules of the human for a moment, breaking the hands of the universal clock to create a timeless suggestion, only immersed in space.
Everything is different if it is possible to observe this mysterious vision that says nothing other than rarity identified in the moment in which it is observed.
Almost as if to represent, in this instant, something that is like this only now and which in a moment will be different, almost to signify the thought of Heraclitus, who stated that "everything flows, only today will you be able to see something like this, tomorrow it will already be different..." Today the time is different, not before, not tomorrow, now this almost divine contemplation announces itself and shows itself, the heart flutters, but does not rejoice, everything changes, not to overturn, not to be overwhelmed.
Alfonso Bordonaro
His texts never have titles, because the author does not want to divert attention from the text, but the reader must immerse himself in the verses and independently draw a synthesis.
This does not mean escaping the need to give orientation, rather allowing the reader with his sensitivity to reach his own conclusion, which is different because the readers are different, because the states of mind of each reader are different.
One might even think that reading at different times could give rise to different suggestions, different images, different titles.
Only one text has a title, which is not accidental, but I would say very thoughtful. The poem "To my mother" has this title, so that there can be no misunderstandings, but the thoughts and feelings of the soul have as a reference only one person, that of her, her mother.
This aspect can also be considered distinctive of a free spirit who knows the meaning of words and who uses them to convey something particular.
"On a different day ..." a beautiful poem of his written recently; someone used another concept to express the event by saying "there is something new" but, here the different means breaking habits and capturing the meaning of a fact: "you let yourself be looked at".
It happened and even nature seems to want to correct something that might not be in harmony with the circumstance, almost as if to redesign this improvised scenario that is being put together.
The central moment is this letting oneself be looked at, observed, discovered, penetrated with one's gaze, while nothing is now important, this ascetic vision attracts and transports.
This vision, which has the strength to condition feelings, make them more intense, knows how to overcome the rules of the human for a moment, breaking the hands of the universal clock to create a timeless suggestion, only immersed in space.
Everything is different if it is possible to observe this mysterious vision that says nothing other than rarity identified in the moment in which it is observed.
Almost as if to represent, in this instant, something that is like this only now and which in a moment will be different, almost to signify the thought of Heraclitus, who stated that "everything flows, only today will you be able to see something like this, tomorrow it will already be different..." Today the time is different, not before, not tomorrow, now this almost divine contemplation announces itself and shows itself, the heart flutters, but does not rejoice, everything changes, not to overturn, not to be overwhelmed.
Alfonso Bordonaro
| Author: Haion Max |
| Publisher: Independently Published |
| Publication Date: Nov 15, 2023 |
| Number of Pages: 60 pages |
| Binding: Paperback or Softback |
| ISBN-10: NA |
| ISBN-13: 9798867808792 |
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