SEA
The Wind , a wave of life strong enough to make everything Powder . Cause and effect: the life as uncontrollable wildness that is invariably sperderà air. However, when the wind gets up, circling the dust. The dust will never be dead, but always a symbol of freedom from all forms.
In the poems that follow, you will have to be thrown here and there from a language that itself tries to meet the indomitable force of life in all its aspects. There is the memory, emotion, simple feelings, the intense reflection. There's life, the places where you grew up, people who inspired and motivate the existence of who wrote it. There is death and there is love. In a word: everything.
Enclose there is no easy task. Indeed, it is impossible. And, usually, the writer tries to do so. It is an irresistible instinct, we can not do anything. What is elusive and vague words to forcibly enter. It is a way to tame it, the life, not to be assaulted, maybe, and especially to make sense.
Jay Who knows (or, as is indicated anagrafe, Joseph Bomboi), knows that is a neurologist and a researcher. He knows that is a person who loves to travel and designing adventures in every corner of the earth. He also knows that solar is a pretty boy, full of ideas, a perception, and a thousand others you think. It's that kind of person who does not hold back the fun, a joke, a game, sound chat with friends. He is a doctor who often says what no one wants to hear, namely that death is part of life, and seems to say his face relaxed. He is a man of sound principles, ideas with consistent and unwavering.
Then he read his poems and it is understood that all that is Jay, has a counterpart, a backhand, the way that Jay seems, lies a reflection deep and heartfelt. I do not think that is a case in the poems that we will start to read you will find described the death in all its facets. Or the pain that you can try one of the beds of a hospital, in front of an old man in the head has no more traces of his life, understand that the pain becomes a way to reflect on the life you have. There is death, inexplicable and absurd war. Compare Memories of a grandfather in the countryside of Africa. It is located close to the space incomprehensibility of suicide. All the result of a person who always knows how to get in a good mood. For this reason, Identity , the opening words of wind and dust, it is very important, "a smile in my heart / and a bitter taste in your pocket." Two verses, two fragments that describe exactly who and what Jay: lines that weigh the relationship between poetry and life.
Or the way that links poetry and life. A sense constantly sought. And in the journey of discovery, the mysterious meaning of existence can be traced in every single gesture of the people. You have a look sometimes immanent, that can go beyond the pure science or the coldness of certain mechanisms, sometimes we wonder and we folds so much about themselves jumping out of God, almost always mentioned - and this too striking when you think that writing is a doctor.
However, the beauty of this collection is that it does not stop there. Between the lines which describe states of suffering or melancholy, meandering sort of hope or a certain acceptance: the way life is, but because of it, has something that is beautiful and perfect. Beauty may be the result that tells a grandfather for his stories, the beauty can be a "love you", the only remaining love of an elderly Alzheimer's patient.
is that, inevitably, the search for meaning in life found vent in the mystery and meaning the plot of mixed feelings, experiences very different, the antithesis of emotion. That's life becomes wonderful jumble of acceptance of its many facets.
So after the pain, our eyes are filled with beauty: the sea, love, joy - that it is called, not surprisingly, joy . And it is the end of the collection that we are moving towards a relaxation of topics. Past suffering, indispensable, inevitable in life, especially for those who work in contact every day, here lies the search for peace. Just come back here the wind and dust. Or the shore. The sea. Yes, because if you go to see everything from a point of view and its opposite, then it is easy to add that the wind and dust are the two vital components of the sea. There is nothing better than a walk on the beach, the wind in your hair, dust and sand that is rising. Yes, you are at sea. That only by convention - as our poet says here - is separated from the land through the surf. The sea is infinite, we do not know where it begins or ends. You look in the eye and you see the full expanse of water. And looking at him you can only enjoy peace. The sea is a place where the wreck, almost a return to the origin.
If you think about it, the sea is a bit 'everything. Symbol of life, tomb of relics, a place of storms and huge flat calm. The sea is deep, hidden secrets often breaks down and towards which, however, the man goes. And there, on the beach, the only place where humans can see the vastness of the oceans, wind and dust are the guardians of the spirit tumultuous ocean.
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