Maecho, filisika (Echoes, rundown)
Qoelet, Baudelaire, Puškin
by Guido Monte and Francesca Saieva
With a Drawing by Giuseppe Quattrocchi
Poetry
Into the heart of the sun © 2006 Giuseppe Quattrocchi |
(Swans - April 9, 2007)
vanitas vanitatum
omnia vanitas -
nihil sub sole novum
un vieux sphinx ignoré du monde insoucieux,
Et idcirco taeduit me vitae meae
préférerait en somme la douleur à la mort
et l'enfer au néant -
gisin zacem ti mne dana?
[meaningless within meaningless
it's all meaningless -
that's our life: a bitter bore, nothing else ever...
nothing new under the sun,
an old sphinx forgotten by cold worlds
while everything is fading away,
quite traceless -
And I got tired of my life,
preferring sorrow to death, hell to nothing -
why must I live?]
"If illness leads my feelings, I don't know" (Leopardi), but "who lives death, and lets it talk, he's - unconditionally - insane." Slowly, false shames fall down, tearing the veil "the life's night side," towards the "world pure eye" (Schopenhauer), far but partner mind of a common hard unmoved fate, displeased with his panting. Accepting his sorrow, man discovers his life as death putting off. Will...to live before nothing lays waste our primal lives, closing them inside its oblivion. After all , what matters...only "what life is expecting from us" (Victor E. Frankl, 1947).
The authors thank Matteo Tuveri, Nyambura Kiarie (translator of the title into Sheng language), Marco Ferrante, and Laura Costantini. G. Quattrocchi's drawing: into the heart of the sun (2006)
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