Today’s Poetry

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Modern poetry, more than just being a literary art, is taking over, thanks to small press.  Modern poetry, more than just being a literary art, is taking over , thanks to small press. More books get published today than before. Great talented poets write new books every day and, through book signings and book readings, make their books popular. Contests, sponsored by literary magazines and universities, and on line group discussions are spreading poetry like never before.

Readers get more sophisticated. While they appreciate fiction, they expand their reading to poetry. Poetry has become like Math, a tool that make you stop, wonder and think. Poetry makes the reader a better person intellectually and spiritually. It paints life with all the colors of the rainbow. Poetry plays with alternative meanings of words to evoke and to stir up emotions to grab attention and to create wonder and suspense. Ambiguity, symbolism, irony and passion make the written word very powerful. Romance reaches new heights, drama more intensity, religion a new plateau.

The beauty and sounds of words fascinate the reader by taking him or her on the beautiful planet of fantasy, imagination and ecstasy. Good becomes best. Honesty becomes heroism. Leadership becomes vision and success. Calliope, the muse of epic poetry, and Erato, the muse of erotic poetry, join hands in modern poetry. They embrace the modern man and guide him to new heights, new depths and to a new horizon. Aristotle’s Poetics are still alive today: the epic, the comic and the tragic.

Today’s poetry is richer than ever because it incorporates the form and diction of other cultures, too. Long live Poetry and he or she who appreciates it. Fear not, it’s only poetry; read it and you will love it, I promise you!

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The Land of the Brave is My Home

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They say one can find money on the street in the U.S.A. and so I did. I had arrived from Italy.  I was living in Sheepshead, Brooklyn NY, and attending Brooklyn College in the days they were filming Welcome Back Kotter with John Travolta.  I was working at Lamston’s, a former popular convenience store.  One morning, on my way to work, I found my very first ten dollar bill on the street.  Finding that free money felt good and I took it as an omen of good things to come.  I knew I was in the right place: the U.S.A., my new home, after having left family and friends behind, for good.

 

Lucky for me, I had learned English in middle and high school in Italy.  At times, I found overwhelming being bombarded with English everywhere I went:  school, work, church, night clubs, movie theaters, and television. It was like learning how to swim when you’re thrown into the water and you have no other alternative: swim or drown.  Nothing scared me back then, nothing scares me now.

College, a job and dating took care of my loneliness and my youth. I dated  a lot and I mingled with different nationalities.  It didn’t take long before I said “I do!” at Saint Stanislaw Koska Church in Greenpoint, Brooklyn, to my very own Polish princess, Diane.  Three kids later and working two jobs, Diane and I were living in Holmdel NJ, and we still live, a good neighborhood to raise kids.

Time is a man made entity, but never the less, it moves ahead at super speed. It seemed I was a teenager yesterday and woke up today a man with wife, kids, job responsibilities, a house, and a dog.  When I look in the mirror while shaving in the morning, I see a familiar smiling face, just somehow  older.  It’s still I!  The kid in me has never gone away.  The flair for living and having fun is well rooted in me.  I love to mingle with people and make them smile in the neighborhood, on the job, and on the express bus to NYC from and to work.

My communication skills have brought me success as an IT consultant, a writer and a poet.  Every day unfolds a new beginning.  I am happy my home is the Land of the Brave.  I am brave, too, facing new challenges every day, setting new goals and bring them to fruition.  They also say one has to work hard and smart if he or she wants to achieve the American dream.

I am where I belong!  I am where God wants me to be! I am in a great country forged in the blood and struggle of numerous generations – America the Beautiful!

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What do you get when you combine Taranto, tarantulas, and Tarantella? A spectacular entertainment that fulfills the senses and the soul with music, dancing, romance, and lots of fun. Tarantella is a folk dance of southern Italy, made of quick and light triple hops and lots of swirls and twirls.

 

 Taranto, the ancient Spartan colony of Tarentum, as a strategic city and port in southern Italy, has never stopped been rich in history, in culture and in traditions. How did Tarentum, combine the Spartan military training with the Athenian arts of entertainment? Taranto started as a home for unmarried Spartan women and free men. The location was picked by Sparta after consulting the Oracle of Delphi. The cheerful dancing to honor the Greek god Dionysius became the source of the tarantella steps. Taranto bloomed into a major place for commerce back then, during medieval times, and still is in our days.

During the 17th century, harvest in suburban Taranto was plagued by tarantulas, the wolf spiders, while the church forbade dancing as a source of sin. The irritant injected by the tarantulas apparently gave a lot of discomfort and caused the victim (tarantato/tarantata) a trance. The medical doctors of the day, knowing the people’s need for fun, prescribed Tarantella, a frantic and frenzied dance as the best treatment for tarantism.

Tarantella became popular when a young girl, Miranda, developed a crush on a young farmer, Matteo, who was as handsome as he was shy. She went to see an old gypsy woman for help. The gypsy advised the young girl to pretend to be beaten by a tarantula as an opportunity to have the young man dance with her. The young man, who desired the young girl in return, dropped a tarantula near Miranda while they were both working in the fields. The tarantula bit the girl’s foot . The girl went into a trance. Matteo danced with Miranda until profuse perspiration, which was followed by a swim in the sea to cool off. Having to dance at least for a full week to make sure the venom was all sweated out, Miranda and Matteo became very close and fell in love. Later they got married. This was the Tarantella Pizzica (the spider’s bite): a cure for romantic and physical ills.

Cities were forbidden to train militarily under the Spanish rule so local men devised theTarantella Scherma, a dance with martial arts steps. Later, harvests and civil occasions promoted the Tarantella del Core, the courtship dance with added flirtatious steps.

Composers turned the Tarantella into masterpieces of music: Gioacchino Rossini, Frederic Chopin, Pyotr Ilvich Thcaikovski, Franz Liszt, Carl Maria Weber, and the contemporary Mark-Anthony Turnage. Even poems have been written to illustrate the enchantment of the Tarantella like Hilaire Belloc’s Tarantella.

As long as there are tarantulas inciting people to dance and fall in love, the Tarantella will charm audiences with its enchantment and amorous cheer. The Tarantella has been a traditional dance at Italian weddings. Tarantella contests and Tarantella shows are quite common. The Gauthier Ballet Troupe, The Armando Curcio Company, and other groups are entertaining audiences with Tarantella extravaganzas. Several regional styles of Tarantella can be viewed on www.YouTube.com.: Pugliese, Calabrese, Sicilian and Neapolitan. Long live the Tarantella and long live love and lovers!

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Italian Flavors

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Traditions make Italians who they are. Being Italian means the rich history, the cuisine, the wines, the fine clothing and accessories by Italian designers, the unique people’s names like Guido, Fabio, Rosalia and Filomena. Most of all, Il Calcio (soccer), biking, the alluring beaches, the majestic mountains, fishing, il pisolino (afternoon nap), and house parties. A flair to live life to its fullness is an Italian trait quite visible and historical. Italian means dressing up for Il Carnevale, which is a sort of Halloween weeks long celebration, with lots of fun for kids and grownups alike.

During Il Carnevale, which starts the day after the Feast of Saint Agatha on February 4th and ends the day before Ash Wednesday, kids and adults dress up in costume. Kids go from house to house, like they do on Halloween here in the States, to get treats and to throw confetti (i coriandoli). Grownups attend lavish masquerade balls, or house parties if the money is tight. This tradition , which started during the late Medieval Times masquerade balls, was later enriched by La Commedia Dell’Arte because of its popular and funny characters like Arlecchino, Pantalone, Dottore, Capitano, Colombina e Mirandolina. La Commedia is comedy shows performed for free at the town square during the seventeen century and even nowadays during festivals. La Commedia is often impromptu and has themes like the lord of the house wooing and pestering the maid.

Venice and Viareggio are known for their fantastic celebration of Il Carnevale, taken even to the streets. Treats like strufoli and zeppole (pastries) , and castagne (roasted chestnuts) are enjoyed by everyone. The mood is A Carnevale ogni scherzo vale (At Carnival time every practical joke is fine). Il Carnivale is the highlights of winter fun, besides skiing on the sharp Italian mountains like the Alps and the Apennines.

Spring, summer and fall make the evenings enchanting with house parties on the terrace under a smiling moon where music to dance to, finger food and pastry to please the ear and palate. Common pastries are cannoli, granita (Italian ice), briosche (Italian croissants). Common drinks are Campari or Cynar on ice. If you like serious liquor, have a Grappa or Strega. House parties are a great means for students to socialize, make friends and find a sweetheart.

Ferragosto is a month long summer celebration. Italians take all month of August off. People who live in the mountains go to the seashore. People who live by the beach go to the country side. City folks prefer the islands of Sicily, Sardinia or smaller islands like Capri, Alba, and the Aeolian islands. Everyone loves and visits the major cities of Venice, Milan, Florence, Naples, and Rome for their history, art and fine cuisine.

During Ferragosto, Italy becomes the Garden of Eden where fruits and vegetables are everywhere: on every street stands and al mercato (outdoor market): delicious watermelons, sweet grapes, apricots, plums and peaches, all kind of tomatoes, oranges, tangerines, eggplants, cucumbers, zucchini, and squash. Italy is also the land of picturesque vineyards and olive trees. The Virgin Mary is honored during Ferragosto in the Feast of the Ascension on August 15. Of course when it’s so hot, Italians like to take an afternoon nap.

As saying goes “When an Italian sleeps alone, he or she sleeps with the angels; when the Italian doesn’t sleep alone, the angels look the other way.” This is romance Italian style! Of course, the only reason Italians may take an afternoon nap is because they work from 8:00am to noon, go home for four hours to eat and enjoy romance then back to work at 4:00pm until 8:00pm. The evening is to have supper with the family then go out and socialize with friends at the bar. A bar in Italy is also an ice cream parlor, coffee house and pastry shop.

The fall is for wine making. Even though machinery have taken over, grape stomping is still going on at least for entertainment and to keep the tradition. The vineyard owner invites family, neighbors, and friends who hand pick ripe grapes; then grape stomping starts. The midday meal at grape harvest usually consists of spaghetti with marinara sauce, stockfish alla cacciatore, seasonal fruits, popular Italian cheeses and, of course, the prior season’s wine. A beautiful tradition is the guests make toasts in rhyme while enjoying the meal. One guest toasts “To wine-making, to health and prosperity!” Going around the table another say “May the white wine have perfect clarity!”, and another guest may continue with “The meal is delicious in true sincerity.” Jokes and pranks add to the joyful event. Guys woo the present girls by making poetic toasts and by trying to get the girls drunk. All at the table joke, tease each other while older folks remember “the good old days”. The fun is real and wine is made. Viva l’Italia!

Most holidays are the same like in America and in Europe: Christmas Eve/Day, Easter and New Year Eve/Day; others are unique to Italy and to Italy’s neighboring countries, like La Festa della Befana. La Befana is a good witch who brings presents to kids on the Epiphany Eve. Another holiday is Easter Monday, which Italians take very seriously. Easter Monday excursions to the country side and stopping at a local trattoria (a diner) for a fine meal or alla salumeria (a deli) for sandwiches are quite refreshing and very welcome after the forty days of Lent, the season for penitence and introspection.

Other popular religious Italian holidays are La Festa di San Giuseppe (Saint Joseph’s Day) on March 19, Il Giono di Tutti i Santi (All Saints Day) November 1, Il Giorno dei Morti (All Souls Day) November 2, and L’Immacolata Concezione (the Immaculate Conception) on December 8.

I must confess I am partial to Saint Joseph’s Day, a popular Southern Italy holiday with a unique dinner (pranzo) menu: peachicks and rise soup, baccala (stockfish), fried calamari, stuffed artichokes, broccoli of rabe in garlic sauce, rise balls, and zeppole for dessert. Because Saint Joseph’s takes place during Lent there are no meat dishes at the table where nineteen guests are invited and seated (19 because of March 19). The hosts and the guests recite a brief thanksgiving prayer before and several times during dinner: “Questa casa consolata sia con Gesu’, Giuseppe e Maria!” (Let this house find always comfort in Jesus, Joseph and Mary!).

Italian baby naming conventions are quite simple: the first boy is named after his paternal grandfather, the second after his maternal grandfather; the first girl after her paternal grandmother, the second after her maternal grandmother; subsequent offsprings are named after a favorite uncle, aunt or very close family friend. In my case, I was named Joseph after my paternal grandfather. Italians celebrate also name days, besides birthdays.

The flavors of the Italian cuisine suit every palate. Northern dishes like risotto, osso buco, gnocchi, spaghetti with pesto sauce, and southern dishes like lasagna, eggplant parmigiana, baked ziti, stuffed shells, and pasta with marinara sauce are only a few. The list is far too long to be even mentioned here.

What about pizza? Regular, Sicilian or sfincone. I knew I was going to catch you on this one! Ah, ah! Sfincone is a pizza made on the eve of major holidays when abstinence from meat is traditionally required: Christmas Eve, New Year’s Eve, and Good Friday. The pizza is topped with tomato sauce, sliced onions and peppers (previously sautéed in olive oil and butter), breadcrumbs seasoned with parmesan and romano cheese, oregano, parsley, basil, rosemary and olive oil. The pizza is baked at 375 degrees for 35 to 45 minutes while it is pressed down by another pan, which is removed a few minutes before the pizza is ready, to have a crispy top.

Italian is the language of poets: Dante Alighieri, Francesco Petrarca, and Giovanni Boccaccio. It’s the language of artists: Michelangelo Buonarroti, Leonardo da Vinci, and Raffaello Sanzio. Italians celebrate their patriots in Giuseppe Garibaldi and Giuseppe Mazzini, composers in Giuseppe Verdi and Gioachino Rossini, and in inventors like Guglielmo Marconi. What about love, passion and pure lust? Visit Verona and admire Juliet’s balcony climbed by Romeo every night so he could be with his Juliet.

Like people of any nationality, Italians are proud of their heritage: they treasure it, they love it, and they perpetuate it. Beliefs, customs, history, culture, religion, arts and teachings make people who they are. They define and shape the individual in the continuity of history and civilization, and in the eternal flux of progress which makes the human soul reach beyond the heavens to touch the hand of God.

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The Magic and Power of Poetry

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Reading a poem makes you stop, think and relate to it. Poetry, like math, enhances your mental skills, and, at the same time, it goes the extra mile: it’s pleasure for your heart and soul, too. That’s why I read and write poetry. I encourage you to do the same. Be not afraid, read it and write it!

Good poetry is like math – it makes you think. 

Unlike reading a novel where you turn the page frantically to get to the very end so you can enjoy a climatic finale, reading a poem makes you stop, think and relate to it.  I don’t endorse obscure verse, which is the cause for many people to shy away from it.  Let me show you what I mean with an example. Here is a passage from the Bible, which I think is poetry in its purest form. (I can assure you I don’t have any ulterior religious motive here). I just like to enjoy with you poetry as a means of philosophical thought, entertainment and enchantment.

John 1:1
In the beginning was the Word
And the Word was with God
And the Word was God

The way John does it so simply, yet breath-taking, leaves me dazzled.  That’s great poetry! 

To use simple words to create an image in your mind, like a painter uses a palette and colors to show something common in a spectacular way, is an astonishing gift.  Good poetry moves the reader with the beauty or drama of what is being described.  Verses are all about creating feelings in the reader’s heart, mind and soul while asking questions like “Do you like it?”, “What do you think?”, “Has this have happened to you?”. 

Poems  draw you in their magic world of words and cadence.  That’s the power of poetry!  That’s the power a poet has to excite pleasure by using his or her communication skills. 
Poems can also haunt you.  Think of the soliloquy in Shakespeare’s Hamlet: “To be or not to be, that is the question”.  It’s mind blowing! 

Poetry, like math, enhances your mental skills, and, at the same time, it goes the extra mile: it’s pleasure for your heart and soul, too.  That’s why I read and write poetry.  I encourage you to do the same. Be not afraid, read it and write it!

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The Price of Sin

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Eat or not?

As the eyes closed into oblivion,

the Garden of Eden appeared.

It meant to become kids again –

exploring was the goal to attain.

No inhibitions, no thinking,

only craving for gratification.

Heavy petting painted the air

with the colors of the rainbow.

As the clothes came off frantically,

heavy petting was painting the air

with the colors of the rainbow.

Hands could feel the soul aching

with the desire to explode.

 The bottomless pit of gratification

could not be reached within human means:

lust became a rampant addiction

after the heart grew wrestles in sin.

The Serpent, the uncanniest of all animals,

empowered seduction.

Knowledge and skills of ancient times

dazzled and excited the mind. 

Suddenly the Garden of Eden bloomed

with every imaginable flower and fruit.

The angels filled the air with their melody

“If you eat the fruit, you shall die”.

Adam and Eve awoke only to fail miserably

by repeating their sin.

The Serpent bit the human flesh

with its lethal discharge.

Genesis had come alive again

as the battle between Good versus Evil

continued.

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