Lost Words E-Book

Simone Malacrida

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

"Lost Words" is a collection of poems, fragments, thoughts and short stories, divided into twenty-one different sections, seven sections for three different cycles.

Leseprobe

Simone Malacrida

Lost Words

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Table of Contents

Table of Contents

“Lost Words” | SIMONE MALACRIDA

ANALYTICAL INDEX

SABBATICAL YEAR

DRAFTS

PLACES

SOLITARY VERSES

THOUGHTS

FORESEE

THE BIG WHEEL

PASSENGER DAY

FRAGMENTS

ENVIRONMENTS

MARINE ODES

ACTIONS

REMEMBER

THE LITTLE HOURGLASS

HOUR FUGACE

DITHIRAMBS

SPACES

MERIDIAN SONGS

TIMES

RETURN

AETERNITAS

“Lost Words” | SIMONE MALACRIDA

“Lost Words”

SIMONE MALACRIDA

"Lost Words" is a collection of poems, fragments, thoughts and short stories, divided into twenty-one different sections.

––––––––

Simone Malacrida (1977)

Engineer and writer, has worked on research, finance, energy policy and industrial plants.

ANALYTICAL INDEX

ANALYTICAL INDEX

I – SABBATICAL YEAR

II – DRAFTS

III – PLACES

IV – SOLITARY VERSES

V – THOUGHTS

VI – FORESEE

VII – THE BIG WHEEL

VIII – PASSENGER DAY

IX – FRAGMENTS

X – ENVIRONMENTS

XI – MARINE ODES

XII – ACTIONS

XIII – REMBEMBER

XIV – THE LITTLE HOURGLASS

XV – HOUR FUGACE

XVI – DITHIRAMBS

XVII – SPACES

XVIII – MERIDIAN SONGS

XIX – TIME

XX – RETURN

XXI – AETERNITAS

I

SABBATICAL YEAR

SABBATICAL YEAR

July 22nd

Yesterday's thoughts are therefore forgotten: today new horizons and new destinations are already opening up, I looked up, I found the way in these events so close to me.

A new cosmic cycle is about to begin, while the same is about to end: all in the name of the most absolute and placid continuity.

Here is finally the desired destination!

After such a day this vision gives me strength as if my only food were this compact and dark wall with evocative scents of the deepest vital origins.

Night falls: welcome!

See you tomorrow.

Perhaps this hour has stopped.

––––––––

23 July

The bow that cuts through the waves is more melancholy, and therefore much more welcome, than a quick transfer journey, too often worn out.

I let myself be gently caressed by the warm summer rays as my mind wanders endlessly.

––––––––

July 24th

How I would like to shout my return to the wind.

I'm here! Nothing will be as before.

The almost morning view, but still wrapped in the darkness of the night, has perhaps dampened my emotions, but when it's dawn... my God!

Enough of the words!

––––––––

August 3rd

Many times I stop to think how all situations, events and even ideas are linked to particular moments in our lives.

So much can happen during a year, so much that everything seems so different and distant.

Little can happen during a year, so little that in one night everything is so close and unchanged.

Where is the truth between these two antitheses?

––––––––

August 17th

Why can't I think and dream of the eternal?

My senses dull when I try and I inevitably fall to the ground exhausted.

A cry of pain rises from my mind and penetrates my limbs, a hellish screeching destroys my bones, dark clouds lurk in my heart.

What drives me to do this, knowing full well the final result?

Admiring new panoramas from here, I look for a summit to see beyond until I see the line of the horizon in which a bloody and tawny moon rises, oval and dark.

Endless night, go on!

––––––––

September 1st

What remains in the course of events of our actions, if no one keeps the memory of them?

Like a solitary wanderer I wander the now dark streets, without any precise destination, in search of what I have lost forever.

I wish I could answer the questions, but all is in vain.

––––––––

September 4th

It is evident to my eyes the primacy that philosophy has assumed for a long time over my way of living and seeing events.

Philosophy is the maximum expression of human thought and rationality: it far surpasses the entire literature and also poetry which, despite having the characteristics of sublimity and synthesis, does not reveal the logical scheme of the human mind being conceived for be appreciated in an instant without leaving anything to reason.

––––––––

September 9th

It is still unknown to me why lyric poetry is able to touch so strongly the strings of the soul in just a handful of words: a single verse can enclose the meaning of life, can express the maximum rhythm and maximum musicality of thought written.

What can give the human person more than a single, concise poem?

––––––––

September 13th

What is hidden behind the veil that prevents us from deeply understanding the soul and thoughts of the people closest and dearest to us?

So throughout the city, fearful, I wander through the darkness.

––––––––

1st October

The deepest and most intimate secret of every human being is hidden in one's past, in one's choices, in one's path which made him such; looking at who and what is the one in front of you, you will find all the possible answers.

––––––––

October 24th

I would like to see the end of the landmass without any superfluous human intervention.

––––––––

November 3rd

Sometimes it is strange to think that the famous demon of Socrates had never suggested to the great thinker the simplicity of the moment, rather than the more pompous "know thyself".

Also because, knowing that you don't know, it's better to grasp what comes rather than conjecture about being.

How many there really are who have understood this exhortation, among all those who have read and meditated on it, it is not known: certainly few, given the results.

––––––––

11 November

Many times I caress the wind as it stealthily brushes my skin, what strange sensations come out of my mind at that moment!

Who knows how many other people you have touched, wind that takes everything away, but that brings everything back, wind that encloses in you the sound of a thousand voices, wind of distant flavors and smells.

The whole soul is shaken at your passage, my body is as if transparent to you, who will ever be able to say where you originate from and where you will end?

When then, during early spring or late autumn days like this, you bring a sense of change within you, you infuse all things with new hope. The clean wind of a late October evening when the sky is dominated by a bright moon is one of the most fascinating and bewitching shows that Nature can offer us.

––––––––

November 16th

What does life hold for us moment by moment?

How do we know what dark destiny pervades our existence, assuming that this dark destiny exists, assuming that it is dark, assuming that everything has to make sense; because this is what we want: to find meaning in what has been and what is happening.

Too many questions gather on these arguments, there are few certainties in fact, we have few elements to understand.

Memory, the past is certainly something more tangible, but what assures us that our interpretative key on the events that have occurred is the most likely (since no one possesses the truth in itself)?

Even here too little for the hunger to know that a human being has: we must therefore conclude that the maximum given to us is to know a small part of the past, ignoring most of it, failing to seize the moment, making shaky forecasts for tomorrow?

––––––––

November 25th

This is a time in which a wise mind must know how to await better future outcomes, not with the intention of falling asleep or giving in to the idleness and flattery of this system, but to prepare the action that will follow in a more appropriate way.

Reflection, even forced in this period, will be quite useful when there is no time to reflect, when actions will be so dense and continuous that the being may appear at the mercy of events.

––––––––

December 2nd

We fall from the bottom of animality to the sublime heights of ideas.

Behind every corner there is the future, beyond every door it is hidden; a feeling of fear, and at the same time hopeful, pervades the one who dares to cross the threshold.

––––––––

December 10th

While sweet and languid flames approach for a moment and, touching my hands, release their powerful and frivolous heat in an enveloping exhalation, I cannot help breathing intensely that intoxicating perfume, very similar to the smell of a day when , having incinerated the remains of what had to be forever erased the night before, we return to life for a new cause, however, still bearing in mind the acrid smoke of the past.

The evocative power of fire is far dominated by the meaning of burning: it feeds on everything we make available to it, it releases new and hidden forces, on its ashes it is always easier to reconstruct as if they only contained the positive essence of what once existed.

––––––––

December 28th

Majestic views stand out on the horizon of this afternoon: rise or sun of the new world! Grow new generations of different thoughts and actions!

Where is that joie de vivre, that impetuous yes of those who promised and didn't keep, of those who didn't know how to create those ideal conditions for a new experience?

No, it is no longer time to wait for the undecided, those who have not distanced themselves from this insipid and pusillanimous society: we are only waiting for a signal from someone who can definitively bring us back to the true meaning of life.

The amazed multitude wonders what they are looking for: what if not the realization of their dreams, the effective confirmation of their too often dashed hopes.

––––––––

January 21st

Waiting for a new thought.

Faithful friend, walking alone on a strange path, what are you thinking now?

What drives you to move your person step by step towards an unknown future?

The current situation is so indecipherable that it is not even possible to predict the slightest thing, everything could still happen.

The balance is such as to make each decision at the same time resolute towards a certain type of evolution, but also to nullify this resoluteness with a slight nod.

In this state, similar to a primordial chaos, it is very easy to change course without realizing it and above all it is very difficult to maintain one's identity with one's convictions for as long as possible and even more difficult is the path that leads to the realization of these convictions .

He searches for every slightest trace of perfection, above all by observing the details.

––––––––

February 16th

Numerous hosts of chosen spirits have repeatedly faced and debated a central problem in the evolution of human thought; poets, philosophers, scientists, men of culture, but also an uncountable infinity of single individuals have collided, after having analyzed the human soul, with a terrifying question, with a frightening dilemma, up to the laceration of rationality by opposing the each other: what foundation to give to all this?

What is the first and last principle ?

A thousand logical and plausible reasons can make one lean towards one or the other thesis, the same ones can destroy the few certainties that one had previously.

No one is given the power to write a last word in this endless diatribe, everyone is given the right to apply their beliefs to shape their own lives.

––––––––

February 20th

After all, for whatever cause we fought, for whatever reason, the true and only purpose remains inextricably linked to this life, earthly and material as long as you want, but still our bulwark, the way we all try to express ourselves .

However, sometimes it happens to have certain visions, purely dreamlike even in everyday reality, in which the soul is invested by a new sensation, by a new perspective that leaves the most disconcerted and therefore distrustful, but which if analyzed in depth returns all its innovative power up to the demolition of those barriers that have always been considered insurmountable.

––––––––

February 24th

Go to bed noon of this time!

Arise the dawn of a new future!

I will do everything to hasten the fall of the current idols, on their ashes I will dance until my limbs are exhausted, on their ruins I will raise a new hymn of joy; the sole conviction of my desire for ideology gives me the strength and hope of being able to enjoy that moment even today.

––––––––

March 26th

What greater and more recondite secret is hidden behind the apparent normality?

A lot of presumption is present in the soul of those who think they can express these feelings even with the most refined expressions, but sometimes even this presumption can be challenged and the result will be all the more brilliant the deeper you go, continuously digging and discovering without stop all our nuances.

In these times, reflection takes over any possible form of action as if this pause were physiological, necessary for the continuation of the journey which would otherwise be fatally lost.

Immersed completely in this, some particularities are revealed which otherwise could have fallen into oblivion and they add up to form a progressive mosaic of contour to all that I had already analyzed and which now appears clearly clearer to me.

––––––––

April 2nd

The infinite facets of thought multiply dramatically with the growth of knowledge: nothing is more satisfying than opening up new horizons, new visions before you.

However, every time we note the limitation, the narrowness of these ideas which, after being assimilated, push us to the continuous and absolute search for the beyond.

This is what we seek: all that is beyond us.

He can do this through infinite paths, parallel or sequential, but arriving, from different points, at the same conclusions; the conscious and skilful blending of these paths fills every limit.

––––––––

April 8th

Humanity has always tried to progress in every possible way, many times using intricate paths, sometimes taking very fast shortcuts: not always, indeed almost never, the attempt was successful, meaning by what the successive progressions brought unquestionable and intrinsic regressions so as to make the most astute minds doubt the veracity of progress or, as they used to say some time ago, of the modern.

––––––––

May 3rd

Now that we're nearing the end, where to start again?

The greatest romantic hero would say in the wide sea.

Certainly there is no better starting point, although much of the journey has already been taken and therefore one should rather speak of an intermediate goal already reached, than meditating on thoughts concerning matter, essence and existence.

In this there is the total fusion and mixing of the three main concepts: being, not being and becoming; in eternal antithesis and contradiction but always united as if to form the true texture of reality, the inseparable harmonic union proper to essence.

From here, from these convictions, from these doubts, one must begin and follow a long journey, that of a boat across the ocean, to move towards higher achievements.

May 8th

The horror of emptiness and nothingness has often given rise to collective identity crises, perhaps worse than the confrontation with the infinite, the eternal and the immeasurable.

However, new generations of thinkers have always arisen who have made nothingness and emptiness their banner.

It is to them that we entrust ourselves, that we deliver our most lost secrets.

From all these meditations much lifeblood has been drawn and many anti-modern, outdated considerations have arisen from them .

To those who oppose the evidence of existence, the absolute supremacy of being, the tangibility of matter, let us say frankly: you, the majority, possess this concretely totalitarian vision; we, proud to be the minority and to have nothing to do with you, will forever sing and dream of the pleasure of oblivion, the melancholy of despair, the attraction of decadence, in a word, spleen, the abyss of soul.

––––––––

May 17th

I am.

I will never be able to say it without a minimum of irony, without a doubt, an evil question: where does the certainty of the I and of the Being come from?

But above all, how to connect the ego to Being?

Certainly, there are (and there have been) numerous intellects who have argued it with effective theses and colossal systems, certainly all these arguments are quite convincing and persuasive and trace a straight and linear path to those who implement the imperatives categorical and morals of the Supreme.

Precisely this distances me from this: the extreme simplicity, linearity and naturalness, but what place for doubt, torment, storm, yearning, passions and perdition?

––––––––

June 6th

Well, one can glimpse myriad possibilities of existence, but in the most intimate part they are largely impossibilities.

As a direct and more natural consequence of this, there is always the desire to start over; maybe not from the beginning, but starting from a fixed point, from a bridge that connects the old with the new.

In reality it would be useless and above all it would be insignificant: everything would happen again as it has already happened, the same mistakes, the same choices, the same regrets.

Most will understand with difficulty, and I doubt they fully understand, that some were born to get lost, because their way does not exist, their path is not traced.

And when one sees others doing this, seeing in themselves everything that we have already done, one clearly concludes that all this is wrong and that there is no remedy: the cheating of time and existence has claimed other victims helpless.

Human life, so majestic in certain moments, reveals itself so minimal in others: ebb and flow, that's all.

––––––––

June 21st

There is too much light on this day in the northern hemisphere, in that part of the world most contaminated by the shame of mankind; only with the evocative and purifying power of the most powerful symphonies can this moment be overcome.

Thinking, in the freest darkness of an Antarctic night, the aurora of the universe as a unique and unrepeatable event, being convinced of nothing and having no more answers, but only infinite questions.

Punctual primordial forms on a minimal fragment of stars, perhaps not alone, but singular; the unlimited compressed within certain borders.

Fear of never being and almost heretical conviction of having already been, not only here but in other times.

What's the right question?

Where is it? When?

Mixture of concepts, the important thing is the path, the way.

We're already back, why not do it again?

Neural junction.

II

DRAFTS

DRAFTS

First draft: Australia

It's the first day of my life that I spend in the back of this bizarre pick-up, and in this first of three days it's not possible to know too much, at least for now, about the future I'm building for myself.

The car and the driver, merged into a single being halfway between the human and the artificial, seem to know only the direction to the north; as indeed it was requested, coasting and engulfing kilometers of nothingness, with the ocean on my left, the desert (how strange this desert...it wasn't like that in my imagination) on my right and the color of the sky that not only completely envelops the celestial vault, but it dominates unchallenged as if to underline that only here is it possible to be earthly and divine creatures at the same time.

This morning I woke up peacefully, as is done in these parts, take it easy is the imperative of life and the wish of every day, and I remained, for an indefinite time, admiring this blue. I've never seen one like this.

This southern light is truly special, it has a sheen that is completely unknown to my eyes, I noticed it right from the start, from the landing that took place just a few days ago, but by now I've already forgotten it.

Everything is possible here, even going, in just three days, from an arrival in magnificence and luxury, on a very tight all-black Limousine, to hitchhiking together with an Irish woman and a German, a girl and a boy perhaps mine peers, met the night before in one of the many places that serve excellent quality meat and beer at will, finding a ride from a farmer who goes "home".