According to the ancient Egyptians, the universe arose from masturbation to a god: the poem looks like this abnormal gestation for which the solitude of the word turned Charms imaginary becomes a source of pleasure, procreation and propagation of a verb authoritative when it flexes, through the streams of infinite extent, the thrill of emotion. The books should be written on the walls of pyramids indestructible rather than on leaves that the wind scatters or fire destroys. Gregor Ferretti (to the left in the photo of Daniele Ferroni) is a young poet Ravenna that as an Oedipus before the Sphinx tells me: "My life is a matter of words."
His latest book is The Alphabet of the Earth and other songs (Giuliano Ladolfi Publisher), a collection that follows "Conflicts hangover" (Mobydick), the text came out four years ago. "This is a more mature book, a song of civil unrest, an exhortation to take back what is ours," he warns Ferretti, but of course I do not trust the poets, their speech ornate, often betrays a nervous exhibitionism. Ferretti, however, is more than a poet, is a complete artist, a manipulator of the potential of the sounds and meanings, a young man who feels comfortable expressing themselves in verse, in music, through the tiles of mosaic art or visionary film fragments: how many arrows inserted into his crossbow, how many talents ready to radiate into space as a gift of wisdom merciless light or dark ...
Released in September, among other things, his debut album, The arithmetic division, where his singing and composition will stand out as already demonstrated in the video clip on YouTube Port massively clicked. This time, the last collection of poems and sharp, his denunciation becomes toxic, describing a city in which even love becomes a poisoned dart, in a growing void in which a resist is just pure energy and intact Lover that can not stop loving in spite of any objection.
The alienation of modern man is mixed with a bestiary of Fellini's clowns or acrobats unbalanced hallucinated, women eyed tiger or tortoise shell: it is a recognition of the miseries of contemporary man driven by the possibilities glimpsed or imagined a different world . Stand out numerous metaphors drawn from seafaring port work, as well as from the realm of industrial grays between the pine forests and the sea, including the ancient Byzantine grandeur and foggy seasons that flood contours: the vision conjured up with excruciating intensity in the book of Ferretti confusing, confuses the high and the low, overflows from all over to be a night of singing astonished that can not submerge all, as pointed out in a whirlwind tour of the verses that make up a heartfelt tribute to one of the greatest poets of our land, Dino Campana.
It 'a banned movement, a muscle that stops to ponder before taking to the abyss: the poetry of Ferretti invokes a world suspended or in free fall and the author seems to be a trapeze artist working at high altitudes above without safety nets an Earth that moves away from the dizzying speed: who rises and who falls into this multi-dimensional chaos in which even the technologies contribute to stereotype to reports, vanificarli and deprive them of their deep sense of bodily exchange, mystical communion and human hug? By closing this article with the Egyptian wisdom that has opened, I remember the arcane ceremony psicostasia, the weighing of the heart, as it weighs the soul of a man, that a poet singing delivery with desperate love for posterity? The fierce and premature ejaculation of free verse and wild stabs Ferretti forever becoming, weaving the mundane dreariness of everyday epiphanies of an era distracted the timeless love.
Emanuele
Palli