The Poetry Round

Ilaria La Commare’s poetry in movement

Saturday, March 28 2009 By Annarée | Poetry for today | no comment

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A <a href="http://cafebabel.com/" target="_blank">cafebabel.com</a> correspondent since autumn 2005, Ilaria has left us at the age of thirty. It happened on 17 March in a blaze of desperation or courage, leaving her friends and family immersed in grief. Her life was full of activism, the latter being channelled predominantly through the medium of journalism. But Ilaria La Commare was not only a journalist. She was also an accomplished writer and a fine poet.

Back to business, with Matt

Monday, July 21 2008 By Jeremy | Poetry for today | no comment

Matt just wants to earn some cash. But he’s prepared to spread some good vibes in the process. Two videos and, like any visionary scheme worth its salt, a wonderfully simple concept, and it all works something like this: Matt dances his way round the world... and takes the party with him.

Glósóli: an optimism fix for Europe

Monday, June 11 2007 By Jeremy | Poetry for today | no comment

With epic aesthetics and minimalist sounds, Glósóli (“Glowing Sun”) comes from Iceland; a treat for the senses whose basis is a poem which, combined with video, adopts almost messianic overtones. It carries the signature of the group Sigur Rós (“Rose of Victory”) and despite its minor scales and apocalyptic setting, it is not outlandish to treat it as a call for optimism, an invitation to take risks in life. The figures in the video call for rejuvenation through absolute risk, it connects us with the energy of those who have everything in front of them: the young.

Ignition

Thursday, May 31 2007 By Jeremy | General | 2 comments

“Poetry is system of shining signals…” asserted the globe-trotter León Felipe. “The verse that came before mine is a torch which was carried in the hand of the previous poet as he searched for me, and the verse that follows me is a light that another is igniting in the dense shadows of the night, observing my signals.”