La parola da casa, Serena Piccoli

survived another century of underlaced notions of here as if there is anything else that could be done like humors being drained for balance or mistrals wandering through al andalus or chariot riders nears ancona hoping for a vision to lead them through so many nights of resting in the open under the pleiades when the water gods grow restless on a near by perch where the children usually gather for games of ball thousands of years later as if on another continent entirely like near valparaiso when the waves come hard in storm and echoes of neruda reach through the streets to call a country into its own as only few can do or want to do for such a language play belies the very notion of non-referential language a la wittgenstein and in some sense nothing outside the web of the language itself exists