And the breathless dust of realization that obsession with the language of Emilio Villa and his precursors so deep down and far (hyperpast) really could drive a reader madly into the underbelly of the moment, delightsomely.
from Green (Macerata, 1971)
Apr 18, 2011 | Filed under enormity, poesy, rome, time, traduction.
Tags: anachronism, Emilio Villa, experience/experiment, vagula
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