Wednesday, 13 July 2011
Favourite Poetry - Poesie mondane, Bestemmia 619
Tradition is my only love.
I come from the ruins, and churches,
and altarpieces, the abandoned
villages on the Appennines or on the Prealps,
where brothers have lived.
Like a madman I wander on the Tuscolana,
On the Appia like a dog without a master.
Or I observe the twilights, and the mornings
over Rome, and Ciociaria, and the world,
as the first acts of the After- History,
which I partake of, by chronological privilege,
from the extreme border of some
"Poesie mondane, Bestemmia 619” - Pier Paolo Pasolini