{"product_id":"9781941892008","title":"Fly and Fall","description":"Fly and Fall is a book of poems about milk, honey, Kartoffelfeuer, kisses, flying, falling, heaven, cheap motels, hope, a kingdom, breaking, being, the first day of the new year, a mother's body on earth, today, winter, being alive, a happy man, old nuns, an evening gown, an epitaph for a thirteen-year-old girl, a knight of the mournful countenance, a woman singing to her beloved, three matches, waiting for something like autumn, another epitaph for a worn-out year, another girls. And all of this in English and, for a few select poems, in Italian.\u003cp\u003eIt's...\u003cbr\u003eWandering Poetry\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePoetry has two legs, two arms, a belly and a face, \u003cbr\u003ea unique look to make things and men appear deeper,\u003cbr\u003eand sometimes to turn away without a word. \u003cbr\u003ePoetry is unpredictable. \u003cbr\u003eIts moods might annoy the poet, but, alas, he has no choice.\u003cbr\u003eFollow me, says poetry, like a seductive siren, \u003cbr\u003edo not rely on me, but be my companion for the lifetime of a poem.\u003cbr\u003ePoetry chooses time, place and language.\u003cbr\u003ePoetry likes to arise, to hide and to disguise, \u003cbr\u003erevealing and concealing itself according to a mazy law.\u003cbr\u003ePoetry deserves changes, anxious to arrive at Ithaca, \u003cbr\u003ebut also curious to pick up what has been jettisoned on the long way there.\u003cbr\u003eIthaca is the heartbeat, the form is the open sea of poets' blood and lymph.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFly and Fall.\u003cbr\u003ePoetry invited me to enter the body of a new language, \u003cbr\u003eto arrange my world in new colours, tastes, sounds. \u003cbr\u003eMother Language is big-hearted. My verses, \u003cbr\u003ea small regiment of hunchbacks, were generously welcomed and transformed. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003e\"We have to find true words\", says the Austrian poet Ingeborg Bachmann.\u003cbr\u003eIt may happen, that a poet knows his own language too well to find the simplicity of truth. \u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eThe travelling eye and soul,\u003cbr\u003econcentrating present, past and future in the very moment: poetry happens.\u003cbr\u003eLook at yourself, dressed in another language.\u003cbr\u003eEvery language has its own metabolism.\u003cbr\u003eThe new, the never known word: the magic word. \u003cbr\u003eCall it! Catch it! Make it become real again.\u003cbr\u003eEvery language has its own true words and its own lies.\u003cbr\u003eSome of them are welcomed among the new signs and symbols,\u003cbr\u003esome must wait before the door.\u003cbr\u003eEvery poem is a body, a man, a world,\u003cbr\u003ewaiting to entwine with reality.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eYou can deeply understand a poem in a language you don't know.\u003cbr\u003eIts hidden truth can be blacker than black. \u003cbr\u003eYou, reader, will be the light.\u003cbr\u003ePoetry is communication beyond facts.\u003cbr\u003ePoetry tells light and shadow, greatness and misery.\u003cbr\u003e'Give your words a meaning, \u003cbr\u003ebut give them also a shadow,' says the poet Paul Celan. \u003cbr\u003eDon't sell it.\u003cbr\u003eSet yourself free, but don't get lost in the arms of the one you love.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003eFly and Fall.\u003cbr\u003eSome poems found their way into Italian, some did not.\u003cbr\u003eThere are open spaces, never empty ones.\u003cbr\u003ePoetry is patient.\u003cbr\u003ePoetry can fall in love, poetry can be unjust, \u003cbr\u003epoetry can get sick and die and resurrect. \u003cbr\u003ePoetry needs eyes and ears, hearts and souls. \u003cbr\u003ePoetry wants to tell and to travel, \u003cbr\u003eeager to meet the reader for whom it was written for.\u003cbr\u003ePoetry needs to be needed,\u003cbr\u003eto be filled with water and wine, love and hate,\u003cbr\u003enever with indifference.\u003cbr\u003ePoetry says: touch me.\u003cbr\u003ePoetry loves to look at itself in many masquerades.\u003cbr\u003ePoetry says: Come closer. I contain multitudes.\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePoetry wants to dance: in the light, in the dark and in the half-light of our daily work of living and loving.\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"Culicidae Press, LLC","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47033599459568,"sku":"9781941892008","price":12.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/9781941892008_p0.jpg?v=1763756913","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/9781941892008","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}