Patrizia Poli
Bio
Patrizia Poli was born in Livorno in 1961. Writer of fiction and blogger, she published seven novels.
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Emanuele Marcuccio's "Anima di Poesia"
Rather than analyzing Emanuele Marcuccio’s poetic collection, “Soul of Poetry” — work already largely accomplished in the impressive self-exegesis, in the preface, in the afterword and in the weighty critical apparatus attached, in which I thank him for quoting me with such good judgment — I prefer to focus my attention precisely on the general concept on which the volume is based. I wonder if, as it is desirable, the production of this young author were to continue for many years to come, how cumbersome would the volumes dedicated to his short poems become, including explanatory notes, dedications, bibliographies, biographies, introductions and comments?
By Patrizia Poli12 months ago in Humans
Ephemereal
The marsh still wrapped in a damp dawn, she has just extricated her wings and now she opens them, shaking, watching them against the light, surprised and grateful. She has four: two in the front, developed and strong, and two behind, weak but complete. She doesn’t know she’s an ordinary flyer. She spreads her wings and goes up, full of longing, of hope, of promise. She’s young and strong, and she has a whole life ahead.
By Patrizia Poli12 months ago in Fiction
Fabio Pasquale's "Il Lavoro della Polvere"
It is rare that the debut novel by a little-known author is so sharp in content and lucid in form. “The work of the dust”, by Fabio Pasquale, is a very well written noir that keeps you nailed from the first to the last page.
By Patrizia Poli12 months ago in Humans
How to Overcome Social Anxiety
On a blog I found this sentence: “I like to keep people at a distance. Because I’m socialphobic”. I had never put it in these terms but I think it is the most beautiful definition of social anxiety that I have heard: it is all there, the social phobia, in keeping people at a distance. I was disappointed when the friends, towards whom I felt affection, with whom I seemed to be attentive, and I deluded myself that they liked me, then called me “unfriendly”. Well, now everyone knows that I’m unfriendly: woe to those who come near!
By Patrizia Poli12 months ago in Confessions
Me and You
My homozygous twin who are twenty years younger, you speak Milanese while I am here with the heavy Roma accent, you lived in liquid nitrogen, but you are not used to the cold, you hate it as much as I do. When they thawed you they didn’t tell me, yet I felt you, you are a part of me. You are me. You and I are the same, now that I see you, that you are here in front of me, I know. I touch your hand and it is my hand from twenty years ago, small, with short nails, small golden hairs on the back. Today my nails are streaked, my husband says I use too much bleach. You still have pink student fingers. Your parents keep you in cotton wool, you are rich. I can see it from the cool bag, from the designer glasses. You are happy - you are telling me - you grew up in a room full of dolls, of toys that kept company but suffocated. You were free to do what I was not allowed to, you stay late in the evening, you smoke joints and drink until you throw up.
By Patrizia Poli12 months ago in Fiction
Nora Ikstena's "Un Bianco Fazzoletto"
There is a fable by Bechstein called “The Magic Book”. It is only a mental association, but looking at this small object — calling it a book would not convey the idea — hand-sewn with a burgundy thread (the same one which, curiously, is also mentioned in the fairy tale) let us enter in another dimension, that of a cool and windy foreign land.
By Patrizia Poli12 months ago in Humans
Mauro Cesaretti's "Se è vita lo sarà per sempre"
In the collection “If It is Life it Will Always Be”, by Mauro Cesaretti, the first book of a future trilogy, the object of the dispute is Life, as it may appear to a very emotional boy: difficult, full of disappointments and fears. Managing emotions is the hardest task.
By Patrizia Poli12 months ago in Humans