marcin
(Marcin)
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The crisis of Decadentism seems to leave
no trace in Russo; it passes over him and he
remains intact in his cocoon as it gathers the
remnants of old melodies, the heartfelt or
violent calls of the slums, the rhythm of a
slyness, of a dignity and heroism without
future altars. Russo is the bard of a present
entirely played in the cracking whips of the
coachmen, in the cries of water-carriers, in
the tavern scuffles, in the houses of common
women, in the demeanor assumed in
downtown streets. He is the bard of a
solarity of twilight, the haughty backflow of
a society that has its rites and feasts, its sad
moments and repetitions, its particular
thrills. Carlo Bernari, while editing in 1984
Poesie del Russo^17 , has pointed out, besides
the discrepancies in earlier editions, certain
poetic postures of the Neapolitan attributed
to his often evident “secularity”. One thing