Poetry Rules

I do hope you are all celebrating World Poetry Day in a way or another. I sincerely wish everybody would at least read a poem today, buy a poetry book, write some lines, take part to a reading or visit a poet's tomb. I hear the panther roaring in Emily's glove summoning me to go back to work. I wrote 80 lines already today, it's a good start.

The story behind my chapbook,  Guerrilla Blues , that has just been released is kind of amusing. In a way, it starts with SF poet laureate Jack Hirschman giving a reading in writer Olga Campofreda's living room last May here in Rome. (I'd met Jack in SF the previous Summer in Caffé Trieste. It was a cathartic encounter. It changed me in so many ways). So, that night I met several roman poets/writers who read their poems there: Marco Cinque, Marco Lupo, Angelo Zabaglio aka Andrea Coffami, Roberto Mandracchia, Olga and more. It was a lively experience. But, at that time, I could hardly imagine what that evening would lead to. In September, Jack was back in Rome for a few days on his way to Sarajevo for a poetry reading, as we, the poets who had met in May, were organizing a reading for the World Poetry Movement's planetary event "100,000 poets for Change". Jack wished to involve those of us who had read the former May in his second international Revolutionary Poet...

Well, since it's going to be printed tomorrow, I think I may as well tell you its title. The cover is a marvelous photograph by my friend and fellow poet, Marco Cinque. I'll be happy to show it to you soon. Have a look at the pictures below. Yes, those two words are the title!