The terms of the "Life N (u) ova" Joseph Hat, with this his recent compilation (NEW LIFE, Ladolfi, Novara, 2016, € 10) wants to mean poetically from the birth of her daughter Beatrice, is not fully explained in the taste the even alluded to quote "high."
They lead us back to a rather refined Cartesian plane, in which the phrase and paradigm always fix a point in space and time, real and ideal, personal and collective, private and public together.
Already the initial endecasillabo that gives the title to the first poem ( "The golden ripple Tiber") places with classical movenza the event generator in a historic concrete place, especially for those who, Roman, knows the intimate historical connection between the Tiber Sabine ( "life is still in the belly of the Sabine") and the birth of many children of Rome.
This dialectic between opposite polarity is particularly evident in one of the most beautiful poems of the collection, "The pendulum of God." Here the daily life, which has almost crepuscular tones, is constantly illuminated by reflection of cosmic flashes (milk and coffee, "dell'antimeridiana fuel" and the "salt of the iron ring" of the sea, the "reluctant will" of the first students now, you "pick-up" and who knows who teaches, next to the "struggle for the words of truth"), until the closing of the circle of eternal return, but never the equal, that redeems in love the way of the day ( "the vortex solves and I hold you / the jokes and kisses / infinite hands in our time together.").
In this search for meaning, Hat tightens the knot of generations. "Again I ask you to stay," says the poet to his father who is no more. A poignant tribute and made even stronger by sharing the same condition of son who became a father ( "In the conflict, and in the mature reunited with / You left"), in the awareness of a diversity ( "Arabic sentiment volume" "the daughter intelligence of a plate of beans") who discovers identity.
A poem for many liminal verses, therefore, that of Joseph Cappello, who knows transfigure the newspaper, never abandon him, but on the contrary, drawing sap of universal inspiration, as in the poem dedicated to the dead boyfriends in L'Aquila earthquake, dense cultured references (see the title, "the bed of Harshad," D'Annunzio's quote of the end, "the fairy tale / that yesterday the deluded"), which, however, always originate in the never forgotten reality of living, "the rhythm vibrating lullaby ", that beneficent earthquake that all parents cause every night in their arms to lull the children.
The little Beatrice takes us by the hand, therefore, as the Great, and, in her grow, leads us to (re) discover the great hidden truths in our existence, often unconsidered, by making us understand the deep meaning and, above all, to feel the joy.