27/12/02
7:05am
When I used to teach, I used to teach this poem to my students:
Tema: LA MIA MUCCA
La mia mucca e` turchina
si chiama Carletto,
le piace andare in tram
senza pagare il biglietto.
Confina a nord con le corna,
a sud con la coda.
Porta un vecchio cappotto
e scarpe fuori moda.
La sua superfice
non l`ho mai misurata
dev`essere un po` meno della Basilicata.
La mia mucca e` buona
e quando crescera`
sara` la consolazione
di mamma e di papa`.
(Signor maestro, il mio tema
potra` forse meravigliarla:
io la mucca non ce l`ho,
ho dovuto inventarla).
...// Gianni Rodare da : Il libro degli errori, Einaudi, Torino
Puo` capitare a ogni ragazzo di dover svolger un tema a fantasia. Qui uno scolaro - che e` poi il poeta - deve descrivere la sua mucca. Ma egli non possiede una mucca e allora inventa, col bel risultato di ottenere un componimento davvero comico.
Ha proprio ragione il commentatore... infatti la poesia non e` altro che un momento... un piccolo istante... un emozione prodotta da un pensiero, un immagine, che produce un`opera d`arte.
Ma passato quel momento, quell`emozione, quel pensiero... rimane quella poesia lasciata la` per caso... al lettore che la vuol leggere... che vuole per forza ricavarne un significato e ogni lettore ne fa una cosa sua... una propria emozione... da qui la vera poesia.
Gli viene ordinato di scrivere un tema.
Quindi deve creare qualcosa, di inventare.
"La mucca" di per se stesso non ha niente di poetico...
un animale piuttosto scialbo, per niente poetico, ma che richiama piu` alla bruttezza, al duro lavoro dei campi, al lavoro sotto giogo insomma...
eppure lui deve venirne fuori con un componimento dal quale componimento deve essere giudicato, deve ricevere un voto,... importante per il suo futuro.
Da qui la necessita` di trovare le parole adatte e di usarle in modo che soddisfino le capacita` intellettuali del maestro.
In questa poesia il lettore si trova davanti a un ragazzino che e` un poeta e quindi di una capacita` mentale che gli fa produrre anche da un oggetto piu` scialbo un opera che richiama attentione e che e` degna di piu` profonda osservazione.
E cosi` quella parola, quell`oggetto da lui scelto diventa sotta la sua penna un oggetto poetico del quale alla fine della poesia... rimane quello che e`... una mucca.
COMMENTO (non scritto da me)
IL MIO COMMENTO SUL COMMENTO DEL COMMENTATORE CHE NON SONO IO:
Proviamo pero` a guardare piu` in fondo il poeta, in quel momento in cui deve scrivere.
To prove what I just have said I write again one of my poems which at the moment is in the process to being published and has been highly admired and chosen not only for an antology but also for special selection of sound collection in which only 30 poems where chosen:
It was still light
No stars, nor moon
The trees gently trembled ...
etc etc etc...
You can continue to read it else where...
Again, as in "La mucca", in this poem it is transparent the thought, the emotion of the moment... the words chosen... the arrangement...
and finally the composition.
It surprised me too... I loved it.
Invention is the tool used for literary products... without invention nothing will come of it.
A poet needs to use his tools to produce his product...
WHY TODAY AM I WRITING ALL THIS... it is out of context you would say...
NO. I think it is very appropriate.
Listen
What does a STALKER DO when he wants to catch his bird which keeps on flying from branch to branch and singing to the Lord and to whom ever wants to listen at its beautifull chirp?
THE AVENUES are very few or next to nothing if the STALKER is not wanted...
but He will have to use what he has and the remainder HAS TO BE INVENTION and has to be ingeneously worked out, planned, organised and so on and so on if he wants the result to be his work of art.
Last night I dreamt that the STALKER was trying to open the safe that contains my money (AGAIN) and was asking the psychiatrists to HELP HIM.
Last night I dreamt that the STALKER told my brother to come and talk to my mother again just as he had PREVIOUSLY SENT HIM TO COME AND STRANGLE ME
WILL YOU STOP DISCONNECTING ME VACCA F....ER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
just as he had sent him to write a letter in which I was intimated to talk to my sister in law or she would report me to the WORLD OF PSYCHIATRISTS
just as he ordered him to tell us to instal two lines instead of one in my house so that he can follow all my telephone calls and the rest of my family so that WE COULD BE IMPRISONED AND BE COMPLETELY UNDER HIS SPELL... in order to drive us to our financial ruin...
so that he could make sure that I DO NOT TALK OR SMILE, OR ENGAGE MY SELF INTO AN ROMANTIC IDEA WITH ANYBODY BUT HIM
and so on and so on.
what have I done....
nothing... once again I REFUSED TO SEE OR TALK TO MY BROTHER OR SISTER IN LAW...
REASON...
because if I talk to them it would mean that they can build up stories and more stories about me in order to TAKE ME INTO THE NUT HOUSE (and without talking they can`t really say... that I said this or that or whatever)...
why do they need me in the NUT HOUSE?
BECAUSE THEY WANT TO TAKE OVER MY UNITS AND MONEY
JUST as
at the moment they took care of my jobs, business, tenants and whatever is of value to my life.
I know what you want...
I DO NOT WANT YOU... I NEVER DID... YOU TRIED TO RAPE ME AND NOW WITH THE SAME TRICK YOU ARE TRYING TO KILL MY FAMILY ... MY FINANCES...
but learn one thing...
that my properties and my money is not yours and I DO NOT WANT TO GIVE THEM TO YOU
AND THAT IS THE BOTTOM LINE
as I said before...
so that for the GREEK
the ingredients, the tools for his composition ... the arrangement ... The using of employers, employees, tenants, brothers, nephews, nieces, and all Sydney... and deceits, and trickery ...
are nothing else but the tools that he uses in order to achieve THE MONEY THAT HE WANTS TO STEAL FROM ME, THE FREEDOM THAT HE WANTS TO STEAL FROM ME, THE STATUS THAT HE WANTS TO ACHIEVE AFTER HAVING KILLED ME.
It is the MONEY THAT THEY WILL ACHIEVE TO BUILD THEIR CHURCH AND GO ON HOLIDAYS COMFORTABLY AND BUY NEW CARS AT MY EXPENSE
It is THE MONEY so that he can pay out his loan instead of allowing me to pay my loan account.
who is refusing me to exchange titles deeds it is
as they put it
"the title that we have is very satisfactory to us; we`d rather have the bigger unit and more value unit than the lesser."
It is the PEACE THAT they will have after I will be put to rest for ever.
It is good money coming in into the government.
"the work of art" will remain
AS MACHIAVELLI WELL PUT IT
"il fine giustifica i mezzi"
The wapletano german gestapo says:
"Does it matter that in the process we kill an entire family? The important thing is to take everything that she has and shut our eyes and ears of the way we are going to do it."
HAVE PLEASANT DREAMS
FBI OF SYDNEY AND AMERICA AND WORLD
HOW ARE YOU SISTER IN LAW DEAR... HOW ARE YOUR STUDIES GOING? DID YOU BECOME A DOCTOR YET? AND HOW IS YOUR DAUGHTER IN LAW WHO IS SUPPOSED TO GET HER EDUCATION OVER A BOY THAT BARELY REACHED THE AGE OF 20 WHEN HE WAS PRESCRIBED TO BE MARRIED? HOW ARE YOU PRIESTS WHO CAN PRESCRIBE A WOMAN TO BE MARRIED TO A DIVORCEE?
HOW ARE YOU LORD JESUS CHRIST?
voglio ubbriacarmi di te
vino inebriante
voglio camminare ad occhi chiusi
luce che estasia
voglio cantare d`amore
cuore che trepida
ED ORA CHE TI HO LODATO
MI VUOI PROTEGGERE?????????????????????????????????????????????????
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nylon and finely compact.
The Greek has decided
to call it quits
and get me stretched.
by his order
It failed because
there was still a bit of order
All is collapsed now
The "DELITTO PERFETTO"
has to be activated
or the Liquidator will loose his face
and that will be highly unappreciated.
Will it be a lebanese
or an indian
to do the deed?
A stooge will be sent to perform your action.
break the floor,
I am unmoved, I am still, I am DEAD.
I walk, I talk,
I sing, I love
to haunt you
and your FOLLOWERS
greek junk with the face
soiled of dung...
THE STRING WAS IN THE HAND AND BEING MEASURED BY THE GREEK STOOGE, BUT WHO GETS TO BE SO LUCKY IN PUTTING IT AROUND MY NECK?
"We do not want her dead, otherwise all she have will go to her cousins in Argentina, we have to make sure that she doesn`t kill herself... we have to place her with a good ITALIAN FAMILY and we have to model her up... her brain we mean... to like... SEX AND BE A SEX ADDICT... this is the only way we can walk scott free... and with our face clean..., we`ve go to do this..."
for the liquidator... I came to you for work...
for the police... I came to you for justice...
for the principal... I came to you so that you could teach your clients to understand that that is a school not a pub...
to my brother... I came to you because my mother told me that my brother will always be there for me... sorry I made a mistake... I didn`t realise that when a brother marries then the wife takes over and the sister becomes the intruder... who need ask permission to talk to her own flesh and blood.
My mother last night after my brother went, she cried herself to sleep... yelling at me as if I had done the most monstruous things that the whole wide world can contain...
GREEK
PRIESTS IF YOU WANT TO LISTEN TO THIS DEMON WHO DRESSES ANGELS WINGS YOU CAN, I never stopped anybody from doing anything, I believe in free will...
so stop using my brother in order to get yourselves rich.
The ending of the poem...
That will be his "work of art" his poetic composition...
So that the tools used to write a poem, will be completely forgotten and
WE WOULDN`T WANT TO DISTURB YOU.
ORA PRO NOBIS... PRIESTS, PRISTAMUS...
the less we are the better it is ...
HOW ARE YOU LIQUIDATOR WHO THINKS THAT YOU CAN ENTER MY FAMILY`S LIFE IN SUCH A THOUNDEROUS MANNER?
Something old, something new...!!
He was good!!!!
NOW THIS VERY RELATED...!!
HREF="https://www.angelfire.com/ut/accounting/Itwasntme.html">It must have been me!!
Un mondo pieno di ladri !!
...don`t go around grinning...the devil first entices then kills...it is better to be on the side of GOD.!!
you should read this...is so peacefull...however it could reveal itself as an EARTHQUAKE...do as you please
In my dream I saw the string
They have tried it once
When will it be?
Stamp your feet, and
But as dead as I may be
In my dream I heard someone say:
DEPARTMENT OF SCHOOL EDUCATION, I LOVE YOU... DO YOU LOVE ME TOO...
I HAVE THE RIGHT TO GO ANYWHERE I WANT AND STILL TO DEMAND TO BE TREATED WITH RESPECT ... that is for the stalker...
I have the right to go anywhere, TO ASK FOR JOBS, to work, to look after my things...PSYCHIATRISTS STOP KILLING... YOU HAVEN`T GRASPED WHAT BEING A DOCTOR IS... GO AND LEARN. AND LEAVE THE GOOD HEALTH PEOPLE ALONE.