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‘Abandonment’ by Alessio Zanelli

The Society

July 22, 2019

Beauty, Poetry

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   Sally Cook July 22, 2019

   This is a very sad poem, and well done. Just one spot in it bothers me. In the fourth couplet, you say:

   left of sadness, grievance, anguish, though. Regret
   torments just the living. Rooms are not upset,

   You might want to consider:

   left of sadness, grievance, anguish. Though regret
   torments those living still. The ooms are not upset,

   In that way the rthymn does not become halting.
   More, please.

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     Alessio Zanelli July 22, 2019

     Hi Sally,
     thank you for your praise. The poem was written upon entering the abandoned flat in which I used to live years before.
     As to the rhythm, the poem is perfectly formal, made of eleven lines, each line being a hendecasyllable, consisting in five trochees followed by a masculine ending, here’s the pattern:
     + – / + – / + – / + – / + – / +
     The change you suggest wouldn’t obey such accentual-syllabic pattern.
     Ciao.
     Alessio

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   C.B. Anderson July 23, 2019

   Alessio,

   I wish that all the contributors here would have a metrical plan as firm as yours. I have read your work for many years, which is not surprising, considering the breadth of your publication credits. I place you in the realm of other non-native English speakers, such as Conrad, Popper & Nabokov, who have achieved a clarity of expression that native Anglophones struggle to implement. You almost make me think that I should start writing poems in Italian, to achieve a similar result. But first I would have to learn Italian, which is a problem.

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     Alessio Zanelli July 23, 2019

     Hi!
     Thank you for your appreciation.
     English prosody is not overcomplicated, and then many words come to the aid of accentual-syllabic meter as they can be pronounced in two or even three ways (think of “toward” for example), moving the accent along the syllables and, sometimes, even making some syllable disappear…
     That said, as in all things, a minimum of study is required, and I have read (and keep reading) a lot of English classical verse.
     Maybe the point is that, being a second-language writer, I take it methodically, paying attention to the least detail, which a mother-tongue writer may easily induced to skip.
     Less than 20% of what I write is formal, but when I deal in meter, I’m quite obsessed with it, and always try to be as “clean” as possible.
     This involves another interesting aspect: diction. Often I need a word with a specific meaning and a specific accentual pattern, which makes me resort to dictionaries and thesauruses consistently and, on many occasions, I happen to pick up words a bit old-fashioned or very rarely used in everyday speaking and even writing, causing perplexity and surprise to readers (readers usually dislike having to resort to a dictionary, ahahah…).
     That’s it.
     Take care.
     Alessio

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   C.B. Anderson July 23, 2019

   Ahah! Now I know your secret. Without irony, I appreciate your instructions to long-lost Anglophones who can’t even count sheep. I, too, keep a thesaurus and more than one dictionary next to my writing desk. Ideas are good, but words are the atoms of poetry.

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     Alessio Zanelli July 24, 2019

     My voluminous dictionaries line up on the shelves… “abandoned”, since I have long adopted their digital descendants (much more manageable and regularly updated). We’ve long become slaves to 0’s and 1’s… But for those who still regret the good old times, there’s who goes against the tide. For example, take a look at “The Analog Sea Review”: they have a very simple webpage, containing basic info, and for all the rest (inquiries, submissions, etc.) you have to retrieve paper and pencil.

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   Uberde Acsweli July 23, 2019

   “My dear, Degas, poems are not made out of ideas, they are made out of words.”
   —Stéphane Mallarmé (though I do appreciate Mr. MacKenzie’s admonition of that)

   Mr. Zanelli’s trochaic hexameters show him experimenting with his poetic line, reminiscent, in this instance, of the bare landscapes of Chirico (1888-1978). I do wonder of the phrase, “Theirs is a moral aging”. On a separate note:

   Andrea Camilleri (1925-2019)

   Andrea Camilleri left the heat of Sicily,
   and died in Rome in hospital at age of 93.
   From a director, he went on to dialogues and death,
   with dialect he knew from youth and time’s remembered breath.
   Police Chief Salvo Montalbano will no longer irk;
   th’ imaginary commisario is done with work.
   Deaths needed solving with some logic, humour and some fight,
   including searching for Luigi Pirandello’s life.
   “Il cuoco dell’Alcyon” was his final Iliad;
   he left one thousand unsolved cases, yes, a chiliad.

   Statius (c. 45 – c. 96) left unfinished his epic of a chiliad of lines, his “Achilleid”. On a totally different tangent, one of my favourite movies is “Caccia alla volpe” with its admixture of neorealism and farce.

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     Alessio Zanelli July 24, 2019

     Rooms never really age, do they? It’s us who age, hence the apparent “moral” aging of the places we inhabited in the past.
     Camilleri: RIP

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