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tommaso gervasutti tommaso gervasutti monday august 10 2015 just a preface let s try to be slow and steady in this silence her silence let s try to sing the wood with the branches in their breath and perspiration of loneliness let s try to improvise another sun and sea and abandon the familiar impending sense of drowning let s embrace silence her silence let s embrace the crime and rhyme of that silence and let s dare bash hush and shush and cry high ash to the sky posted by tommaso gervasutti at 7 48 am 18 comments friday november 21 2014 and so and so the canal where you fell in like a terrible dream i pulled you out you were drenched and cried and were angry right with the stupid tourist that for all the carelessness of the world for her hurry or god knows pushed you in you floating there what a scare what a preposterous suddenness but in my memory you soon were in a pool of light memory fear loss and the multifarious pools of silence but when i passed by the canal the green pool of water lightened my heart it did so nevertheless it did despite the anger after our row the next week despite the memory of me leaving among the whooshing cars despite the cries and the miles of asphalt between me and you despite feeling i could never see you again despite the pools of silence the sense of lingering nothingness and so the memory and the words in this early darkness and your voice on the phone and the pools of hours and days in which i am floating in a way like you were in the green canal or on the roads upon which i slide like a whooshing question in the pool of this moment with in my heart the memory of your face your cheekbones i trace in this pool that becomes a sea and so posted by tommaso gervasutti at 10 31 am 8 comments monday august 4 2014 zattere oleanders perpetual reminders the red ones you know impress most but the others too the gentle sweep of the rose the gentle gaze that rides on and would call upon just in case they gently twist in the lulling hints of their own mist they sparkle on a dry day and they do not remind of anything you want to define now you just stand in their airy touch and try to learn to enjoy not to wish more not to wish much posted by tommaso gervasutti at 10 56 am 6 comments friday june 6 2014 orbis 167 my poem notes while travelling across the lagoon has appeared in orbis 167 i am happy of being again in the magazine that published me first fifteen years ago posted by tommaso gervasutti at 10 13 am 2 comments monday may 19 2014 impressionist gusts transiting skies while i m leaving entering the train station struck by brushstrokes of swollen grey with that severe tiger s stare in the air and on the canal s skin a running skidding patch of angered ripples the downpour as ever is biding its time on the platform a matter of seconds in the meanwhile the electric board by the railway gives no sign no time of departure it s empty like the railway tracks and the question in the eyes of a growing crowd waiting you stand by the luggage i go to the office for information and here i am by a glass door it doesn t open i knock the knocking is unheard because of the booming thunder i m sure and the downpour that has come just now and we are as ever fretting in its roar finally i m in and ask the train they say hang on ceiling and walls filled by the thunder s growls they check they phone and then say it will come which platform listen to the loudspeaker i leave you are among a big crowd now brushstrokes of glances in the rain on the empty tracks shiny with shafts of water we gaze at the electric board we try to intercept the right voice in the interlacing echoes from the loudspeaker i tap the shoulder of a man in a uniform have you got any idea when i am the conductor he says it s coming give me just ten minutes the stormy light flickers on his cheeks just give me time all we come down to time brushstrokes of time posted by tommaso gervasutti at 9 16 am 3 comments wednesday april 9 2014 spring in the junkyard i am looking at the tree that a couple of years ago was only a stalk there in the corner it was a garden once this space in front of my kitchen window just weeds now weeds and garbage bags and a disused fridge from the bar that closed ages ago no noise downstairs then by now only the forlorn perspective of whatever might be born and this tree in this small frame of wilderness or a reminder of bereavement a tree that s a tree three storey high by now so lean and tall beautiful all in all the casual allusion to agile limbs and a nimble life within an offer to the sky above on the tips of the thin branches buds have recently appeared that now are already small leaves that seem to know what they want they gaze at my gaze and tease posted by tommaso gervasutti at 10 40 am 5 comments tuesday april 1 2014 the photographs what remains scraps of time some scraps of mine there is silence in the hot afternoon a still bubble of heat outside the motionless pines inert branches except for some random sirocco gust the dry grass singing cicadas searing the grass and sandbar fever on the skin by the slow perennial marshy green scraps of time i rummage the cupboard and find them in boxes albums envelopes inside magazines even in an old wallet the leather worn out to a shine with the consistence of linen almost a gauze scraps of time that consume and leave you staring at slivers of light staring for the soul or the breath of all burnt gold the ore i start looking at them time s scraps these pictures of bygone bypassed existence of various shapes and consistence these faces recurring a century ago the black and white that looks both essential and elemental and rich expectant in a way young cheekbones at their prime enthusiast of being there in their own living rhyme with in front what we believe they believed a neat plain a spread of time with these wide thorough smiles in the present cicadas light now light of silence in which i keep looking and find a few more recent colour here me and her i had forgotten these probably never seen them before and i forget the others at once i stare at the simple drama of what was there and is no more i look in her smile for what i want to last anyway i look and look and sink in the armchair and sink in the sky posted by tommaso gervasutti at 11 24 am 3 comments older posts home subscribe to posts atom followers about me tommaso gervasutti my name is davide trame t gervasutti was a joke i started in the seventies with a friend of mine i wrote some poems under this name then in italian and i was the only one who read them then i decided to use this name for this blog because it seemed it was the only one the blogsphere could accept without much trouble i write poetry in english my second language view my complete profile blog archive 2015 1 august 1 just a preface let s try to be slow and st 2014 10 november 1 august 1 june 1 may 1 april 2 february 2 january 2 2013 93 december 4 november 3 october 6 september 6 august 5 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