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Dawn of our Solstices
Dawn of our Solstices
Dawn of our Solstices
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Conceptual collection of poems about abstract and physical shelters : a memory, a place, a song, a feeling can be seen as a shelter that helps to escape reality for a limited period. 

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Release dateMar 14, 2017
ISBN9781507173817
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    Dawn of our Solstices - Aurélien Di Sanzo

    Dawn of our Solstices

    Aurélien Di Sanzo

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    Translated by Benjamin Hedley 

    Dawn of our Solstices

    Written By Aurélien Di Sanzo

    Copyright © 2017 Aurélien Di Sanzo

    All rights reserved

    Distributed by Babelcube, Inc.

    www.babelcube.com

    Translated by Benjamin Hedley

    Cover Design © 2017 Raphaelle Monvoisin

    Babelcube Books and Babelcube are trademarks of Babelcube Inc.

    Table of Contents

    Foreword

    Preface

    I – After the Shroud

    II – Alpha

    III – I Am a Well of Darkness

    IV – My heart is so dark

    V – Urban Rectangles

    VI – The Gold Prospector

    VII – Ode to Urbanism

    VIII – Untitled

    IX – Urban Laboratory

    X – The Stars of Paris

    XI – The Voice of Poet

    XII – I would like...

    XIII – Métro, Boulot, Dodo

    XIV – For Want of...

    XV – Buds of Poetry

    XVI – Total Eclipse

    XVII – We, The Condemned

    XVIII – The Headstone

    XIX – Automatic Writing

    XX – The Footbridge of Humanity

    XXI – The Autumn Mask

    XXII – On the School Bench

    XXIII – Innocence Doesn’t Rhyme with Mistrust

    XXIV – At the Dawn of a New Solstice

    XXV – The Oasis of Creation

    XXVI – Invisible Worlds

    XXVII – The Girl in the Painting

    XXVIII – The Tallest Man in the World

    XXIX – Abundance is no Longer a Dream

    XXX – Freedom

    XXXI – The Four Corners of the Sheet of Paper

    XXXII – Infernal Spiral

    XXXIII – The Cross in the Void

    XXXIV –Hammock’s Apology

    XXXV – Mono No Aware

    XXXVI – The Massage Session

    XXXVII – Distance

    XXXVIII – Our Statue

    XXXIX – Our Empire

    XL – On the Other Bank

    XLI – Your Laughter in Mine

    XLII – Californian Melancholy

    XLIII – Our Immortal Memories

    XLIV – What is Life?

    XLV – The Curiosity of the Adonis

    XLVI – In Pursuit of the Sun

    XLVII – Marine Tranquility

    XLVIII – The Cleansed Waves

    XLIX – The Dome of Light

    L – Paper City

    LI – Satellites

    LII – A Donation of Light

    LIII – Marine Exploration

    LIV – Half a Sun

    LV – Sleeping Gods

    LVI – The Hair of the North

    LVII – The Evening Dress

    LVIII – Omega

    Foreword

    This collection of poems could not have seen the light of day without the music of Hammock, a group that I listened to non-stop during the writing process. Furthermore, if you lost yourself in their music while reading, I wouldn’t hold it against you, in fact, I invite you to do so. The poem Hammock’s Apology is dedicated to them.

    Before everything, though, I would like to dedicate this collection of poems to two people who should already have been mentioned in my last collection: my parents. First, to my mother, who patiently reread my poems and who encouraged me throughout the writing process. It could be said that poetry as an art that does not need anyone’s opinion to grow and blossom, but nothing is more flattering than seeing the look of approval in the attentive eyes of a mother. And I also dedicate, most importantly, this collection of poems to my father. For a long time I tried to figure out where my sudden fascination for writing poetry came from, without really knowing nor understanding its origin.

    I had to discover, or rediscover I should say, the website where my father had published a number of his poems in the mid-90s.

    When I read them I am able to discern a penchant that is undeniably a sort of legacy that he left for me. But even more to the point, the themes, starting with a distinctive attraction to nature, unconsciously fed my prose. Poetry is not only innate, it feeds off of who we are. And though it’s never too late to pay homage, I believe there is nothing more beautiful than a handful of words on paper since they are assured to survive long after we cease to exist.

    Preface

    Starting with an idea stated by Enrique Vila-Matas, in regards to contemporary literature Jean-Claude Pinson, in his work A Piatgorsk Sur la Poésie (2008), alludes to writers who work in the negative and who renounce writing for reasons, in their view, of the little impact literature has on reality, and of those who work in the positive, those representatives of what Julien Gracq called the sentiment of yes, which stands in opposition to that which Yves Bonnefoy – who also stands in opposition to it

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