Years 2 | n. 14 | 11 March 2010 | Director LUIGI CARICATO
Grow Culture > Whispers

The roundness of sex

Greediness? It can be a seduction tool. Who said that fat people have worst performances than slim people?

01 March 2010 TN 3 Year 2

That’s my son! That’s my son!

Elsa Wertman, Spoon River: "I was a peasant girl from Germany, blue-eyed, rosy, happy and strong"

01 February 2010 TN 2 Year 2

Robert Frost: to earthward

I long for weight and strength to feel the earth as rough to all my length

04 January 2010 TN 1 Year 2

William Butler Yeats: down by the salley gardens...

An intense and evocative poetry of the great poet Dublin, Nobel Prize for Literature in 1923

07 December 2009 TN 11 Year 1

They eyes look to me mild. Out of maize & air

A feeling lyric by the American John Berryman da Homage to Mistress Bradstreet

02 November 2009 TN 10 Year 7

Katherine Mansfield: the flowers petals fold

"There's a gold sheen on these flower petals as they fold more truly mine, more like to my desire"

05 October 2009 TN 9 Year 1

Walt Whitman: "Be not afraid of my body"

“I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul”

07 September 2009 TN 8 Year 1

Edgar Lee Masters: “Is your soul alive? Then let it feed!”

Leave no balconies where you can climb; nor milk-white bosoms where you can rest; nor wine cups while the wine is sweet

03 August 2009 TN 7 Year 1

People do not dress anymore. They disguise

Walking around the city with the poet Maurizio Cucchi, among cigarette stubs, pants at the knees and post-modern beggars

06 July 2009 TN 6 Year 1

The patience of animals

The poet Giampiero Neri, great observer and bard of nature, discusses about the intelligence of dogs

01 June 2009 TN 5 Year 1

Violent, unbridled, wild and repulsive sex

Unbeknown to us, in our bedrooms incredible and terrible rapes take place. In comparison, Sodoma looks like the Vatican

04 May 2009 TN 4 Year 1

Valerio Magrelli: the embrace

As you rest beside me, I lean over and by your face I catch hold of sleep the way one wick catches hold of another wick's flame

06 April 2009 TN 3 Year 1

Ezra Pound: the tree has entered my hands...

The branches grow out of me, like arms. An intense lyric of one of the greatest actors of the twentieth

02 March 2009 TN 2 Year 1

Happiness? We have to grab the fly

An evocative excerpt by James Lloyd Carr, the famous author of A month in the country. We can continue to insist, but we will have never what seemed ours to always

02 February 2009 TN 1 Year 1