Les collages de Lidia Chiarelli au château d'Agliè (Turin Italie)- Conférence sur Filippo di San Martino, le 14 Octobre 2017
Lidia Chiarelli, le compte Filippo di San Martino et Simona Appino (Pro Loco)
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"Our differences" gogyoshi by Taro Aizu, Japan - Digital Collage by Lidia Chiarelli, Italy
Digital Collage by Lidia Chiarelli, Italy
Our differences
I’m different from you.
You’re different from me.
Let’s enjoy
not only our similarities
but our differences.
TARO AIZU
_____________
Le nostre differenze
Io sono diverso da te
tu sei diverso da me.
Gioiamo
non solo per le nostre somiglianze
ma anche per le nostre differenze
Translated by Lidia Chiarelli
Previously published in THIS PRECIOUS EARTH,
Copyright, January, 2017 by Taro Aizu.
All rights reserved
Taro Aizu was born in the Aizu region of Fukushima
prefecture, Japan. He lives in Kanagawa near Tokyo now.
He has been writing haiku for 20 years, gogyoshi for 12
years in Japanese, and both for 5 years in English and French.
Multi award winning Poet
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The Bride's Last Night, poem by Tzemin Ition Tsai, Taiwan. Digital collage by Lidia Chiarelli, Italy
新娘的最後一夜
夜，如另外一個黑暗的傷害
苦澀而難言，可怕
夫家是個星星不發光的地方
不知道未來的丈夫
為了愛，是否點得亮天上的光
未來的婆婆可以照亮天空
因為我是他們的女兒
過去風吹上天空
始終觸動持續的夜曲
通過窗戶，而今天晚怎麼了
沒有一點聲音
沒有一點聲音
無處不在的是月亮的光芒，安靜
嗜睡克服了深刻的意識
不記得太陽的臉了
平靜的銀河，永遠不知道流往何處
閉上眼睛，背誦一首詩
The Bride's Last Night
Night, such as another dark injury With that bitter can’t be spit it out. So afraid The home of my husband is a place the stars do not shine I do not know. The future husband Can light up the sky just for love or not The future mother-in-law can light up the sky As I am their own daughter
In the past, the wind blew in the sky Always touching the lingering nocturne Through the window, such as tonight Without a little bit of sound Without a little bit of sound
Everywhere the light of the moon is broken and quiet Drowsiness overcomes deeply consciousness I do not remember the sun's face The Galaxy is calm , I never know where to go Close my eyes and recite a poem
Poem by Tzemin Ition Tsai | L'ultima notte della sposa
Notte, come un'altra ferita oscura Con quell’amaro che non si può sputare fuori. Ho così paura che la casa di mio marito sia un luogo in cui le stelle non brillano Non lo so. Il futuro marito può illuminare il cielo solo per amore oppure no La futura suocera può illuminare il cielo Perché io sono la loro figlia adesso
In passato, il vento soffiava nel cielo Toccando sempre la notte che indugiava Attraverso la finestra, come solo stasera Senza alcun suono Senza alcun suono
Ovunque la luce della luna è rotta e tranquilla La sonnolenza supera di gran lunga la coscienza Non ricordo il volto del sole La Galassia è calma, non so dove andare Chiudo gli occhi e recito una poesia
Translation by Lidia Chiarelli |
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A Bord du navire Costa Deliziosa
Ces livres sont à bord du navire Costa Deliziosa et sont disponibles dans la bibliothèque Velvet:
Lidia Chiarelli - Immagine & Poesia - Cross-Cultural Communications, New York 2013
Lidia Chiarelli - Tramonto in una tazza - Sunset in a Cup - Edizioni Esordienti E-book, Mocalieri (To) 2017
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July 20, 2017 - THE POETS HOUSE
July 20, 2017
To me, all the poets, the young and the old, the living and the dead, are contemporaries. That’s the important thing. That’s the most important thing.
Stanley Kunitz
Called together
in the name
of the Muse
on a Manhattan
mid-summer day,
the circle of poets
expands and contracts
forming a shifting ring
around our white-haired seer,
We stand
at the border of
the shimmering Hudson,
across from Poets House,
the realized dream of
another Stanley.
Speaking in tongues --
Russian, Bengali,
Italian, Hebrew, English,
we celebrate
the breath of all life
in poem after poem,
those of the living,
and those of the spirit,
collected as one
under the wide reach
of Liberty’s light.
B. Amore
Written in commemoration of the gathering of Cross-Cultural Communication poets called together by Stanley Barkan at the Poets House 25th Annual Showcase, 10 River Terrace, Manhattan.
The Stanley Kunitz quote is from “An Interview with Stanley Kunitz/Hassanal Abdullah,” published in “A Tribute to Stanley Kunitz,” Shabdaguchha, Vol 8 No. 3/4, Apr-Sept 2006.
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PROUST N.7 IL PROFUMO NEL TEMPO www.larecherche.it
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Musée communal de Huy - Exposition: tableau par Gianpiero Actis - 2017
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H. BERTRAND-L. CHIARELLI: D'UNE RIVE A L'AUTRE-DA UNA RIVA ALL'ALTRA (Anthologie)
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DROPS OF DEW Anthology - Tzemin Ition Tsai (Taiwan) / Lidia Chiarelli (Italy)
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"Where I came from" poem and image by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon, Nigeria
Photo by Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon
WHERE I CAME FROM
This is a song on the lips of gods...
Since gods are spirits,
where do gods live? - you may ask;
gods live in the desert of milk
of honey set in between dry bamboos,
they house in a cave of public streets
of living dead - wrenched of the earth,
they hide in the rusty land of gold
of flowing streams set on swollen faces,
they live in the mind of riches and
the thought of life's tussle.
gods live in the body
In the memories of our being;
of war, pains, smile and joy,
they live in the red wine of our broken bones
and in the seasoned smile of broken promises
(Epistle of lies);
gods live in the pit of unknown pity
on the vast field of greenish grains.
this song reminds me of
the tears of my mother,
the pains of my father,
the plights of my brothers,
and the "dryness" of my sisters...
it reminds me of silence
in the memory of where I came from!
@ Timileyin Gabriel Olajuwon
2017
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