Domestic life emerges here as an unstable archive of historical violence, where the banal residues of consumption, childhood, family memory, and everyday survival bear the inscriptions of war, displacement, and ideological power. Through abrupt juxtapositions and fractured recollections, the texts unsettle the boundary between private experience and collective history, revealing how the grand machinery of political violence penetrates the most intimate spaces of human existence, while fragments of tenderness and imagination persist as fragile forms of resistance.
The first poem translated from the Italian by the author. The other three translated from the Italian by Coco Gordon.
poetry
translation
after work and shopping
back home watch news on tv
ants can’t almost make it anymore
flushed out from the last flours
live out of toothpaste crumbs
left in the bathroom
we review history observing
the past live
right before our eyes
beaten dog in the hail
control launches its top offensive
somewhere
out of a blue egg
a different kind of being comes to light
for Dadi’s agenda
at daylight
not finding
the stolen goods of dreams
150 hours
my father would splay blue pasta wrappings
over the bombed out
windows
AKIRA KUROSAWA
chickens were our toys they let themselves be
swooped up in our arms like kittens
in the sky a white plane passed the grass was
green the sky blue it was spring like
(in the 7th month it became clear she
expected a son)
(the solitude weighed on her heart
like morning mist on peaks)
exercise #2
to get into
the world of my
cookie jar
into the silence
of prunes
heavy
with snow
for Cid Corman