The first week of meetings of 2016 went great!
Poetry will play an important role again this week.
Tuesday 19 January at 6.45 pm we will host Francesca Tini Brunozzi , author of Mi è testimone la terra published by Barbera. Milena Prisco and Francesca Genti will speak with the author.
The book is a collection of poems organized into three songs. It is a work that restarts, in the first canto, from the theme of the death of the father, already addressed in the key of civil poetry in the previous poem “My Father who are in heaven” published in Frau (published by Torino Poesia), where the author deals with the Second World War forced into her own “cold war of conscience” (as the poet Pierluigi Lanfranchi defines it in a critical note) through her father’s youthful experience in the Hitler-Jugend.
In the second canto, as an interlude that preludes the poetic intentions subsequent to this book, a small surreal collection of lyrics dedicated to the presence, then dream, of absent children in real life. In the third canto, a gallery of family members, among those known in person, who are remembered in just seven lines in the serenity of their death in old age or in the drama of their premature death. The style is once again colloquial and narrative, but sedimented in a rigorous lyric, personal result of the previous works in closed form of the octaves of hendecasyllables and of the lyric sixths.
With this poem about her own dead, Francesca Tini Brunozzi wants to close a season linked to personal suffering, to reach a further lyrical opening, going out of herself to get to know the world and others.
Francesca Tini Brunozzi (Narni, 1964) is a linguist and poet. He has worked in research for voice technologies for Loquendo SpA, Nuance Communication Inc., the Universities of Turin and Trento. Organizer of cultural events, she founded the Civil Poetry Festival and the Casa della Poesia in Vercelli and collaborated with Torino Poesia. His lyrics from Frau (2007, Torino Poesia) have been translated and published in several languages.
Wednesday 20 January at 9.30 pm I will go away to Cafè Bandini ! The on stage bookseller returns to the stage together with her tachycardia … I know it’s late, I know most of us get up early the next day, but at least once you should try. Once done, Wednesday will become your new Saturday night. Seeing is believing.
Where is it? At the Arci Ohibò in Via Benaco 1 in Milan.
Yesterday he was a guest of Billy, The vice of reading , with his novel How to kill lobsters published by Giulio Perrone: Piero Balzoni on Friday 22 at 6.45 pm also meets the readers of the lilac box.
This is a true story. Or it could be. Claudio Amodio works for a non-governmental organization, loves the stadium, smokes hashish. He was not even thirty-five when, aboard his scooter, he was hit by a pirate car on the city ring road. The car, a black SUV, does not stop. Those responsible for the accident take advantage of the darkness to escape undisturbed, leaving the boy’s body on the ground.
It is his brother Luca who receives the news, and has to communicate it to his parents. But in a Rome where moral misery seems to embrace everything, where the authorities are bulky ghosts on the shoulders of the weakest, there is no room for the promises of justice. In continuous and inexorable delay with the exams of the biotechnology course, constantly uncomfortable in the relationship with Viola, his historical girlfriend, out of context in friendships and relationships with the family of origin, Luca sets up a bizarre and ruthless metropolitan hunt for killers of his brother.
How to kill lobsters soon becomes the story of a hunt that starts from the only trace that Luca has at his disposal: the confession of Mrs. Tommasi, eyewitness of the accident, the Botto, as it is called. A hunt in which the rich, held responsible for Claudio’s death, appear to Luca as repugnant and impregnable marine crustaceans, elusive and frenetic lobsters to be intercepted and flushed out to finally find the soft spot of their shells.
How to kill lobsters is a fierce love story, an ironic and desperate elaboration of mourning narrated through an intimate and irreverent voice, capable of arousing that deep sense of indignation that only hatred, when it is pure, makes us feel.
I take the opportunity of the beginning of a new week, to wish an immense good luck to Linda Pulvirenti and her new adventure in Vigevano.
Linda’s room opens on Saturday 23 January from 6.00 pm.
Here you will find all the information.
Good reads to all!
I wait for you in the box.