Before the end
Domingo 03 de Abril de 2011
is the name of the Poem of Monday, the Neuquén Aldo Luis Novelli, a poet of existential tone, vibrant and lyrical, also writer, essayist and cultural host out-standing, as reported by Graciela Cros.
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ALDO LUIS NOVELLI, Neuquén
Before the end
I'm alone.
I write all the pages of the world
read the secret code hidden in the primordial water
sing the new song of the new humanity /
sing a song without time rain and soak face
water and blood fresh / clear water flowing down from the top.
And I ask myself why am I here?
in the desert surrounded by people who do not know.
Do I know these people? "Around me and talk to me? Whom do they speak?.
I mean these poems in the voice of a bird and the claw of a tiger.
What are these poems? What is this thing called poetry?
Sort the world and its objects and put numbers to everything is the religion of the times.
A legion of fans walk behind objects.
Art is the opium of the people say the new pastors
art is there? The people?
where are the pastors of this immense flock of sheep?.
Why am I here? Why here and not there?
wherever the sun tan female cat's body
or past / where man invents different people every day / every day.
'm alone
looking for love. I want to be loved.
Will I reach?
Can I achieve this solitude to write the whole poem? /
that aleph / that unattainable.
Or the love and the desire for fresh market is working so all my utopia?
potatoes oranges and apples in your hands dirty and their juices in my body
and his eyes admiring my word / my shadows / smoke my castles.
What unlove born to love and die?. God why the losers?
God tell me why?
I want to be the beloved / the beloved / the most beloved.
And the Garden of Eden / Revolution / super female / the great dust?
and get you in the high / higher than the heavens fatuous
where are you father?.
And men / freedom / the highest ideals / location ...?. utopia
What am I doing here at this point infinitesimal cosmos
trying to overcome with words too exhausted?
What about children? Blood what is happening to me as a long-awaited revolution?
Man invents religions / mechanisms / speeches / phantasmagoria
why and what the poem? where poetry?
arc does that stretched between two stars illusory?
where the arrow passes through the eternity of moments?
poetry: the darkness / light / thought / genius contained in a cylinder / everything and nothing.
will it stop one day my word suicide bullet or the murderer?
do you need the poem / poet / the invented / to stop the bullet?
justify that moment "the poem? Does the misery of the world / hunger / the senseless death?.
'm alone without parents or without children or without loved in the midst of the cosmic night.
I'm shaking.
going to die.
But first let me save!.
Before write the poem that will stop the bullet
the infinite sadness of the man! .- / /
of book: "Stupid TV watchers."
Aldo Luis Novelli
Poet , short story writer, essayist, inquisitor of the human soul and resident of bistros. is also a Systems Analyst, workshops and works sporadically as a cultural journalist and literary critic. born in the city of Neuquén, Argentina, on a night of revelry and carnival. Lived to 13 years in Challacó, an oil camp in the middle of the Patagonian desert, now a ghost village and then wandered around the country to return to the land, the city of forbidden apples nestled in the valley of the chimeras, where he currently resides.
Books published:
"The night of boredom" Ed Limon - Neuquén -2003; Platelet "16 poetic" Ed. Limón - Nqn-2004 - "doomsday Agonists" Ed's moon - Buenos Aires-2005 - "Desert" Ed "The cry of mute"-Córdoba-2007, "Minimum World" excerpt from the book of the same name with a circulation initial 90,000 copies to be distributed in schools and libraries of Neuquén, Educ Min edition of the Nation - 2008 - "Stupid TV watchers" Ed Texts Cardboard - 2009 - Córdoba, "Archibald, the great showman" Solar-Neuquén Cartonerita Ed.-2009. Published by invitation in various national and international anthologies.
has been partly translated into English, Portuguese, Italian, Catalan, Romanian, and his book "Agonists of the World" was published in Braille for the blind.
Special guest at the 7th International Poetry Meeting - Valencia, Venezuela, III and IV Encuentro Int Letrarte Writers - Tucumán 2006 and 2009; IV Int'l Poetry Festival - Buenos Aires-2009, 49 º Enc poets "Guiñazú Oscar Alvarez" Villa Dolores - Cordoba - 2010 ..
It has several unpublished books.
comment on the poem by the writer and Dominican critic Abraham Méndez Vargas
BEFORE END OR THE DISCOVERY OF A POET UNIVERSAL
Before the end, the poet Aldo Novelli, is a poem of deep breath.
Without the complications of Edgar Allan Poe the Raven, Aldo does put his heart and fulcrum of existence. Existentialist question is central to man about himself.
As the individual is the cornerstone of all civilization, Aldo is sad. Lonely. But as I said in a poem that I think is out there, The world looks alone. Aldo But this loneliness is more lonely than a product of a political crisis world in Aldo being, as the voice of Socrates or Protagoras, is a comedy where the universe is, between the legs of a woman in travail, and the father of the child, known and grown in a tear that is not God, left his heart in the cosmos, and do not know at this point in the world if you can saved. And see that shaking. Going to die. And humanity is not eternal, sooner if, when a man and a woman died and left their generations on the land, but now knows he will die, and cry: But first let me save! "Saved we know that who remain will live forever. Then the poet Aldo knows that the key is the verb, the dialogue between man and decides for Peace, because before I write the poem that will stop the bullet from the infinite sadness of the man! .- It is the bullet from the infinite sadness is man's finitude, its timing, but, now as ever, civilization itself man, is as finite, and this creates sadness, this great poet named Aldo Novelli, a poet of deep human breath and a truly noble soul. And as in Celmira Koryto, which is on the short end of the line shows the same concern for freedom of postmodern man indefinable.
Congratulations Aldo.
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