Giorgio Casali, Diarietto cattolico, Ladolfi 2016
I was very moved reading this collection of verses that are a journey of faith and conversion intoned soberly, the syncopated rhythm of a diaphragm which makes Drum vital emotions, essential and that it is impossible not to subscribe: «adesso che il mio cuore non batte più da solo / sta tutto in vita, / è doppia pulsazione» (Battito, p. 40).Who is enlightened can not itself do not enact some luminous vibration and make it available to those who ask him away.
The plaquette is characterized by an honest and humble style, transparent and yet reserved, intense and real as in the fund should be an Augustinian confession in which we leave to work from an ever provident mercy, rather than making us an effort of will inevitably characterized by conditions and darkness (the exergue Eliot - "Lord, I am not worthy ..." - it is significant in this sense): the rest of the grace is free, of course, and not depend on our merits but from our room to greet them
: «il tuo tempo il mio lo trasfiguri – fidarsi ancora non è reato» (Grani, p. 19).
Likewise devotions "antique" are re-considered in their loving, wise and universal simplicity: «anche l’uomo tuo Figlio il maschio / si accucciò nel seno / e chiedendo ti prenderai cura / rialzerai lo sguardo, il nostro» (Non cessate, o Potentissima, p. 21).
Faith must be cultivated and always perceived as a gift and not as a prize. The poem on page 26 refers implicitly to the castor tree under which the Prophet Jonah found welcome rest and suddenly as it had grown luxuriantly dries (if indeed not rekindle in us the gratitude for life, for suffering, for talent ... they wither): «Devi vedere che non si muore / quando lo stomaco si sta rivoltando / e il cuore / davanti la pianta bruciata di sole / s’aggrinza e scolora / trovando bloccata / la sua capacità di fiore.»
The evil in us and around us, death is converted / only transfigured by the love of Jesus that propels us body and soul in a «… carne / una sola, senza tempo» (Attesa che i corpi si ritrovino, p. 27); «Ma tu strapperai queste dita / (…) / come al pavimento affezionate: / le strapperai, tu le farai spiccare…» (Cracovia, p. 29); «Non temere i terrori della morte / se la spina che rimane conficcata / porterai alla fine nella carne / non del tutto intonacata.» (Corpus III, p. 32).
Very strong poetry Eucharist where Christ is left to kill, eat, digest, and urges you to where each reader / believer can empathize: «se non dovessi come fece scivolare / nelle fogne puzzolenti del paese, // se non dovessi, dimmi, / se non dovessi?» (p. 18).
Very involved and perspicuous also nice introduction by Francesco Iannone, in turn talented poet.