Patrizia Poli
Bio
Patrizia Poli was born in Livorno in 1961. Writer of fiction and blogger, she published seven novels.
Stories (265/0)
George MacDonald, "Lilith's Saga"
I have already talked about “At the back of the North Wind”, by the Scottish George MacDonald, written in 1871, which has Death as its protagonist. The saga of Lilith, composed around 1895 and declined in the three novels “Beyond the Mirror”, “Lilith” and “The House of Regret”, takes up the figure of the female demon associated with the wind. The protagonist of the trilogy is Lilith, from the Akkadian Lil-itu, lady of the air, a creature connected to the storm and the cat. In Mesopotamian culture, Lilith was a demon, whom the Jews borrowed during the Babylonian captivity and turned into Adam’s first wife, repudiated for refusing to obey her husband. It has always had negative characteristics, of a nocturnal, witchy, adulterous and lustful feminine. In the nineteenth century, however, with female emancipation, it comes to represent the strong woman who no longer submits to man, and it is reevaluated by modern neo-pagan cults and assimilated to the Great Mother.
By Patrizia Poli2 years ago in Horror
Shadowhunters
During this time, I made a feast of the Shadowhunters universe. I saw Harald Swart’s 2013 film, watched all seasons of the TV series (2016–2019), and read the first book, “City of Bones”, beautifully written by Cassandra Clare in 2007. If Clare’s books are beautiful and detailed, the film is pleasant, while the TV series does not shine — since it focuses more on the physical appearance of the protagonists than on their acting skills — even if you end up becoming fond of the characters anyway.
By Patrizia Poli2 years ago in Geeks
Ida Verrei, "Arràssussìa"
“She is still with us, Santino. In the scents and voices of your ancient alley, in the cracks in the tuff walls of your home, in the song of the surf on the rocks of Mergellina, in the color of the forgotten wisteria. In the laughter of children, who are not hers. “
By Patrizia Poli2 years ago in Fiction
From Behind
“It’s late, Mario, let me go”. She threw herself out of the car, fumbled with the lock, for a moment the light illuminated the entrance hall. She wore a shirt that was a little big on her. He was impressed with the image of his thin shoulders disappearing into the door.
By Patrizia Poli2 years ago in Fiction
Merlin
Perhaps it is a sign of fate that I saw the latest episode of the Merlin television series the day after the release of my Axis Mundi. Of course, when I started following the first season of this long outdated production — broadcast on BBC One from 2008 to 2012 — I never thought I’d spend a few words on it. Instead, perhaps because of the affection for the characters, or because of the change and evolution from season to season, now I leave Arthur and Merlin with regret and with a lump in my throat.
By Patrizia Poli2 years ago in Geeks
J. C. Casalini ".Otto."
The theme of the double in fiction has illustrious precedents, starting with the portrait aging in place of the corrupt Dorian Gray all the way to Dr. Jekyll and Mister Hyde. In the novel “.OTTO.”, By J.C. Casalini, the double is expressed in the classic Good / Evil dichotomy, where evil is Lucifer, the bearer of light, while it is darkness that is redeeming.
By Patrizia Poli2 years ago in Fiction
A magic night
I am thinking about what Christmas was like in the sixties. Not everyone’s, mine. I lived in a nuclear family: father, mother, me. My brother hadn’t been planned yet. A provincial town in Tuscany, an apartment in a popular neighborhood, furnished in a functional and modern way, because we were a family in step with the times. My mother worked, drove the Bianchina and did the shopping at Smec, the first supermarket to set foot in the center. We lived the economic boom with hope, proud of the progress that would only bring civilization, proud of the refrigerator, the toaster, the blender, the carbonated water with the the Idrolitina, the bottled wine on the table.
By Patrizia Poli2 years ago in Confessions
The last Christmas
A small excerpt from my novel “Una casa di vento”. The table has been extended and covered with a red tablecloth, bought in a Chinese store, which does not need to be ironed and is washed with a sponge. The dishes, on the other hand, are the good ones. Michela even tried to make a centerpiece out of discount candles and cones sprinkled with silver spray. Keeping your hands and head busy is an effort that consumes a lot of energy, exhausts and leaves room for little else, but it is essential, it is part of the daily process of repression, which has been going on for a long time now. At this very moment she forces herself to keep her eyes fixed on the plate she is holding, to breathe in order to clear her head and find a way to get to the end of the evening. From the kitchen comes a sickening smell of scorched croutons and sizzled roast. It is as if there were luminous writings in the air, festoons announcing the advent of horror, not of Jesus.
By Patrizia Poli2 years ago in Fiction
The seed of crying
“Livorno, when she passed by, she smelled of air and boats “ Giorgio Caproni (1912–1990) was born in Livorno and there he set his most beautiful poems, those dedicated to his mother, Anna Picchi, Annina, called “Versi Livornesi”, in the collection “The seed of crying” of 1959.
By Patrizia Poli2 years ago in Poets
