marcin
(Marcin)
#1
This flattering assessment was, in our
judgment, totally confirmed after a few
years in the collection that marks his full
maturity: Nu parlà zettenne (1982). Here
Savastano takes up and amplifies his
meditative themes, veined here and there by
confessional effusions, in an aura alternately
fabulous and essentially dramatic. One of
the shortest examples: “The whole year is to
weave the song, / but summer is closed
muteness / an impassioned hush that
doesn’t quiet us / like the wave upon the
sand of the sea. // The wave that comes and
goes and doesn’t rest, / the whole night
long, grandma, it vents its woes / with its
language that does not take hold of us...”
In matters of language and style,
Savastano has carried out a truly valuable
salvage operation: spurred by the urgency of
an imaginary conversation with his