Flaming Child
Filippo Parodi

Punctual

I’ve partaken

in a past that often seemed

more yours than mine

as not a part of me.

Wandering and asking.

Anyway just there.

In the fog. In the transfer.

In the orgasm of the meeting.      

To float next to our inner child. To touch him by touching ourselves. To go as far as to lose ourselves into a “border vagueness”, in “the glare of a nebulous frontier”. This is the path between perceptiveness, psychoanalysis and magic which Filippo Parodi has undertaken by revisiting a wearing past, a gloom concealing ego traps and blaming archetypes. And through that darkness, beside the child – first angry, then an encouraging guide – the author walked, until he found a space of possible release. Hence his poetic testimony, almost in direct contact with the rapprochement process (and sometimes reconciliation) with childhood. A writing style more corporeal and immediate than his previous works. A writing in which the ancient desire to take off and play the game, even in the clear awareness of the inescapable travail of existence, resurfaces.