SILVIA PIO (edited by) Collaborations between poets and artists have appeared in Margutte many times. We are glad to introduce another, featuring Richard Berengarten and Geneviève Guétemme, on three of Berengarten’s works. Richard Berengarten is a regular host in Margutte (see…
ROGAN WOLF “The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity.” WB Yeats Jason the unnamed, Jason the dismantled, lost in his time, having no place, the faded gold on the horns of his goat skin…
GABRIELLA MONGARDI. Abstract: an article of Gabriella Mongardi about the city of Mondovì, compared to the “Invisible Cities” of Italo Calvino. Illustration by Lorenzo Barberis. Photo by Gabriella Mongardi
SILVIA PIO Born by the sea, she lived in a fisherman’s shack with her parents and a number of brothers and sisters, and by the sea she remained. During the day, she went down to the beach and sat with…
Still Beauty, the second single of our former collaborators, She Owl, i.e. Jolanda and Demian, is out now. Already performed in their most recent concerts, this is a studio version, mixed by Sam Beste (The Vernon Spring, Hejira). The accompanying…
SILVIA PIO The I Ching (Yijing) or Book of Changes is the oldest of the Chinese classics and was originally conceived and compiled as a divination manual, a handbook for fortune tellers. It is believed to be one of the world’s oldest books…
SILVIA PIO Get ready to start again, or better, to be reborn. Sharpen your sword and wait, alert and aware, the coming of new challenges. But treat the enemy kindly, be they outside or inside you. Dare to open new…
SILVIA PIO The morning they buried her husband, four men had to come and dig because the earth was hard as marble. It had been two days since he died. The sutrau, the sexton, had wanted to wait a bit…
SILVANO GREGOLI I recently witnessed two unusual events. Unusual in themselves, first; then doubly unusual because, although random in nature, they were mysteriously connected. The first event took place in the waiting room of a barbershop in Italy. As I…
RICHARD BERENGARTEN The evening star Hey, we’ve got a guitar. So let’s have a song. Once we’re sozzled we can totter off home. You sang old songs. I strummed on a guitar. We reminisced. We mixed up fact and fable.…
Poems by Rose Ausländer, Gioconda Belli, Mario Benedetti, Francisco Brines, Paul Celan, Kim Chi-ha, Cho Byung-Hwa, Kamala Das, Miguel Hernández, Carlos Drummond de Andrade, Erich Fried, Ernst Jandl, Sarah Kirsch, Xavier Villaurrutia, Ida Vitale, Adam Zagajewski but also important modern…
Michael (Dickel) Dekel, a poet and an artist SILVIA PIO (edited by) *** At the Cemetery The distraught woman bends over the disturbed ground, screaming at the man just interred there— cries of good-bye and how-could-you, pulled from deep inside,…
LESLIE MCBRIDE WILE There’s a hole in the heart of Piazza. Our farmacia storica has closed its door under the portici, the metal gates pulled tight. The hand-painted sign remains above, as if some other pharmacy might come along to…
MICHAEL ROTHENBERG When I was 17 years old living in Miami Beach reading Michael McClure’s Meat Science Essays, I never in my wildest imagination thought that some day I would be running a bromeliad and orchid nursery in California and…
VIV LONGLEY Scar Tissue Mum told me I fell off my trike charging down the orchard, pretending I was a horse. I failed to gallop round the fence, and landed in the nettle patch. My skin remembers. I still reach…
