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George Law
Featured in Poetry from Italy
in July Issue 2008
George Law was born
in 1954 in Sardinia-Italy who is a teacher and a lawyer in Cagliari.
He started writing
poetry in the seventies and travelling around willing to know the world. During
these years he lived, worked and studied in England (London), France, Holland
and South America
In the nineties he
intensified his literary production in Italian writing several plays.
His novel “And four
crows will be flying away” has won the National Contest “Avant-Garden” and is
due to be published by Boopen Edition - Naples.
The sun over ligurian
lands
I know you are there
Where the sun shines
over ligurian lands
Where the sea laps whispering on its shore
I know you are there
Because so much you told me about them
And I know that you have gone there
Forever
Though when you washed my feet,
that day in London, ‘ you remember it?
I didn't understand
But now I know, who you were,
I know who you are,
Over there
where the sun shines
over ligurian lands.
Cagliari, 1981
Go Up
The Cosmos’ conquerors
Like scissors cut from the head
The hair
That’s the way we were born in the Cosmos.
Wandering atoms,
molecules of discard,
rottenness of the universe,
ephemeral chemical structures,
extreme outskirts of living beings,
first in the nothingness of perishable,
first among the oblivioners,
sick walk-ons starlike,
beard of planets,
transitory living form
which has not still right understood
its correct value
in the complex alchemy
of the world.
Pain and pleasure
What else you are
If not two opposite chemical transformations?
Law and Ethic, brakes of fear?
Power, fallacious safety’s illusion?
I do believe that if tomorrow we disappeared,
Even exploding around with all our folly
the Cosmos would not however realized
we are not anymore !
Villasor- Sardinia 1984
Go Up
Looking for Manhood
I don’t want to be a poet
I want to be none
But a casting shadow in the night time
Looking for his body
His own stuff!
I don’t want your mercy
Your esteem
I don’t need your approval
I’m not looking neither for success
Nor for glory
Not even for reigning
Over gilt worlds
Nor for leading
Wastepaper troops
But I’m only on search
Of my real, original stuff!
Heartly despise me
Crush me under your feet
Forefinger me
As a pattern of human abjection,
Leaded by your mind’s
envy you will be
slaves of your own
measured freedom.
You ‘ll be winners
As well as defeated
Struggling the battle.
You will be the machines
Of your own progress!
On construing you
Will be destroying
And going towards
You will go backwards.
Inevitably!
In Cagliari, Autumn 1980
Go Up
Man on the Earth
What are you looking for
Man on the earth?
Your genetic’s program
Is only sorrow,disillusion
And finally death!
Why do you desperately search
Grasping rays of light
In the diods of your brain?
Don’t waste your time
Don’t be foolish
Man on the earth
You are only a machine.
Run, run, run
as far as your legs
can whelm on your weight!
Think, think, think
As deep as your mind
Can escape from control.
Who Knows?
Sometimes you might find
Another program has been stamped
On your head
With reversible engine control!
Cagliari, 1982
Go Up
When I’ll be going
Where I’ll be going
This afternoon
After visiting my tired old father
And my mother,
searching on television
Her youngish lost dreams?
Where will I go?
Where will I go
If my fate
Coerces me to be here
Where struggle is harder
Against prejudice
Against habitude
Against the foresaid?
My body suffers
From constraint continence
‘cause I don’t Know the way
To astral projection
For escaping the world.
So I can’t get
Things enough
To keep me on
And I have got no place
To go to
This afternoon
And I might be writing somewhere:
“When I’ll be going?”
Villasor 1983
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