Poems by Maristella Angels
Traces Editions, 2012
ISBN 978-88-7433-634 -
Surely this is a decisive step Maristella Angels.
I suppose this collection: "Tops of wind" represents a decisive chapter in his personal lyrical story, of course, not only for the lyrical images made to date, but for the novelty and awareness of a literary path that recognizes the need to be language of the senses: style, themes and tensions that are included in a repertoire that makes it a real value and behavioral-inspiring array of his inner
From this collection we can imagine the path of the author, an ongoing and quickly acquitted consistent with those that are his strength, his stimulus, his inner asperities, his sensitivity, his personal history, a woman, daughter, wife .
It is a book that can realize happily nuclei language and place them in the pipeline for other, more intense sorties editorial.
In this anthology we find the feelings, emotions, friendships, family ties, solidarity, love for his loved ones, the places of his childhood.
Anything can be poetry, with enough separation that can give a touch of joy and melancholy, memory or senses. There are figures and images that dominate the landscape, stand tall memorial to the atmosphere, eg. the memory of his mother: "beating time / imperceptible to the senses / divine dimensions in / transcends barriers and curtains / suspended / ether / there you find Mom." or in this beautiful piece that shows the calmness of the newspaper, abandoned in a calmer and therefore "thinking lies / and rest."
The model indicated by the author is linear and deep, not quibbling that encumbers the language used. There is a harmony around to other governing harmony, and the plot and development are without constraint, slipping into a happy and satisfied their ethereal beauty that is linear and, at the same time, extraordinary. Here we are a creative force, the intermittent sound, streams of relapse of the word that thins and dilates, through the various components of the soul, all able to find pictures and directions that are felt from the beginning humanly their emotional mechanism "climber of thoughts / in search of the sky" and describes itself as, in these few words, there is all the impetus that brings out a full-out implicit in the lifeblood of his work in poetry.
The book is a journey down memory lane. Once a synchronic and diachronic another, both live and participate in amazing adventure of living, far from the paradigm of thought out of any development that does not have: love, friendship, affection.
It shows a symbolic expression that starts from everyday life, and sap runs in the opening of imaginary fantasy "ideas ride the time / domandolo / nell'immoto remember" (Hammock of life).
Maristella choose a musical score in the symphonic form and the model atmosphere intensity sound a bit 'surreal, a bit' gnomic, where there is clear perception of the precarious, with inadequate means of crossing the world in boats disposable rescue: as in these verses: "The wind that envelops / like a blanket / silk caresses the skin / hammock / life as a mother cradling." and again: "Among the dews / scova thoughts remote / that which escapes the gaze / fixed the essence. "(Waiting for dawn).
The author tests his narrative without any formal cage, with the delicacy of a light-hearted nostalgia that refines and matures over time, alternandone aspects in a thematic diversification lyrical evocative and compelling, "and he beats /
the night in your eyes
the darkness of the deep / ...
The pain relief
the absence of the weight of years "(in a moment)
There is even a reference to a Superior Being, the God that is in everyone and all those who have faith in the truth of the soul. "Praise the Lord / tomorrow / that glows with love"
I dare say, then, in the manner of Sheba, this is a poem a poem that does not interfere <onesta> a striking in Italian culture, but know how to get a story of life inclusive of a revealed truth, a lyrical memoir that accompanies and characterizes the apprenticeship and that probably is a sign of the path of self-control. The result is a key to strong and peaceful, without frills, but with a metaphorical achieved happiness, where life does tell Maristella Angels: "The day will sing / her new song" even if tomorrow will be even dream to shatter, emotion to unravel the facts of the present and the absent. Something that goes beyond us, fictional afterlife of a proscenium, which could be the theater of the world.