Parresia
By Edda Tassi
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Parresia - Edda Tassi
Plancton
1
A happy boat ploughs the filthy waters
with the wrinkled fisherman
searching for pikes and fat trouts
under the walls of the dead town
to kipper them in the open air night.
While the neighbors dream money and glory
or to kill their relatives and acquaintances
easily with the infernal heat.
It transported on the waters
a nutritious , cloysing plancton
a greedy meal for many starving animals.
Some living shapes eat quietly
others gnaw their intestines.
Oh, Eastern , ecstatic foreign
looking for defeated empires
go to eat and to sleep!
There’ re the days inside the gates
of the dead, burning town.
2
Appear on the yard of the monsters
that speak with cawing voice
sending off a mail of insults
from their windows always closed
to the light of the morning sun!
You see it instead of people
alive once upon a time .
They experienced the elation of thought
the pride to be human
with the possibility to choose
to do simple , useful , good things.
They took as their wise advisors
darkness , evil , hate , envy insanity
that could cancel their clear origin.
They need nails and hammer.
You should enclose your country
inside a good barrel .
You will roll it far away
full of moans and curses .
3
Only with a green pencil
I mark the tracks of plancton
that nourish me gratis
as much as I like
since when I plowed the true nature
the wild gate little ecological
that maintains and destroys too.
Not new thought
short , rapid , wandering
useful on the istant or for nothing
without some digression
without some bewilderment.
The history is falling asleep
into a cup of chamomile
among movements , vibrations , intervals
as if it celebrated its last Birthday.
The plancton is the moving life.
4
What was of the Propylaeum
of the teachers leaned to the columns
of me , a philosopher about nothing
a geometrical quiver of little duck
a robot following the good origin?
Perhaps some wise advise remains.
"Take care of yourself
use with wisdom also the evil
dominate your bowels , be calm
start again from where you was
it’s real what you do !".
After? Some echo , precious marquetries
pietas for helpless people.
So much constant wonder
about the beauty of the Nature.
5
Wherever the stench of burnt paper
accumulated , wasted away , rotten
packed from curious machines.
To press , to find , to invent.
The recall of other teachers , of other arms
marks of intelligence , encouraging
for the bad days.
Buddha with his eyes as a swallow
smiles against the war.
If God , any God
is a constant , immense though
surely he’s angry like me
among the puppets of peace
among the envious assassins
among the bad men that don’t want
to know how much happiness costs
without the empty void
on pretending to be the best.
I cannot believe in a bad God
the God of disgusting nabobs
that want order everyone.
The stars shine close to people
that have the reflected light
on their eyelashes.
6
From the Tureen to the New Church
the smell of the soup
offered from the friars
to the starving pilgrims
evaporates wherever
in the time of God and of the plague.
People lived unaware
so becoming as a ghost
that came back in the night
to play a sweet , obsessive lullaby.
The anguish spreads among alive people
in perpetual race not to feel
the terrible smell that climbs
from the burning damp underground.
Just people will stop
they never back.
None will seek them anymore.
7
I sharpen my toe-nails
tick like the nails of a witch
born in the open air , a uncoutg goat.
My finger-nails are right
to sow pumpkins and potatoes.
The soot , the soil
the iron’s pose , the tobacco’s pose
come away until I become a true lady
ambiguous , languid , exotic.
She breaks every secret mirror.
8
Drunk , sated musicians
take off their sochs , their shoes
in the shores of Tiber
between mosquitoes and ticks.
They don’t play the symphonies anymore.
Their patriotic deity
takes off its tailcoat
drowning itself.
It had two fine moustaches
and the white collar as a bow.
The Apollo’s theater will open tonight
with its sinister extras in the darkness
while the plancton devours without stop
the little remaining water.
9
Move the forefinger
with your hand