tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72315885942332745882024-10-05T08:08:04.940+02:00Antonello Ostrogoto Staccioli ©Copyright OSTRA LIRICHE 2007-2009_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comBlogger76125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-28868184810757259212010-10-10T17:09:00.006+02:002010-10-10T21:48:40.787+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/TLHXXJfFRAI/AAAAAAAABII/J_fwpg61XjE/s1600/farfalle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526435010443559938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="ostra,farfalle,antonello staccioli,ostrogoto" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/TLHXXJfFRAI/AAAAAAAABII/J_fwpg61XjE/s320/farfalle.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;">"Animus meminisse horret"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong> </strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#cc9933;">"Il maniscalco</span><br /></strong><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>che mise i ferri di cavallo alle farfalle</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>galoppò tra i cipressi"</strong></span> </div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-27932177168483967142010-05-12T17:20:00.011+02:002010-05-17T19:04:05.470+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/S-rJ-VmSqSI/AAAAAAAABHw/2X2cakzmOQU/s1600/luna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470406770181712162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="ostra,liriche,lune e lacune" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/S-rJ-VmSqSI/AAAAAAAABHw/2X2cakzmOQU/s320/luna.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ducunt volentem fata, nolentem trahunt</strong></span></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></p><span style="color:#cc9933;"><p align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong>Per ogni ascesa d'anima</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong> che corona</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong> in uno sventolar di vetta,</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong>ne àbdicano schiere</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong>che in picchiata</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong>s'ammàinano in fretta.</strong></span></span></p>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-64850787827793712222010-04-14T15:42:00.006+02:002010-04-14T16:04:28.706+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/S8XHKbV1JMI/AAAAAAAABHo/ncIrVXHqXA4/s1600/pazz.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459989105208534210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="ostra,liriche,aforismi, il pazzo ed il filosofo" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/S8XHKbV1JMI/AAAAAAAABHo/ncIrVXHqXA4/s320/pazz.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;">"Saepe etiam stultus valde opportuna locutus est"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><br />"..un pazzo ed un filosofo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">discutevano di vita...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">e gli uditori </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">non seppero più distinguerli"<br /></span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-74649541904342326272009-08-26T14:07:00.006+02:002009-08-26T14:34:22.447+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.kuthumadierks.com/articoli/isis/immagini/dio%20creatore.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ostra liriche,Opera Omnia" src="http://www.kuthumadierks.com/articoli/isis/immagini/dio%20creatore.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"> "Ab absurdo"</span><br /></strong></span><a href="http://www.kuthumadierks.com/articoli/isis/immagini/dio%20creatore.jpg"></a><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;">I disegni divini<br />non combaciano mai<br />con gli scarabocchi degli umani.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Non sempre è innegabile<br />quali siano gli autentici capolavori<br />e quali,<br />gli sgorbi reali.</span></div></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-56668378311004775892009-08-14T12:41:00.013+02:002009-08-16T12:18:52.601+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SoVC28rn_EI/AAAAAAAABG4/NI1xFw0EeXM/s1600-h/re_regina.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369771642478656578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ostra Liriche,Il RE sùddito" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SoVC28rn_EI/AAAAAAAABG4/NI1xFw0EeXM/s320/re_regina.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;">"Regis ad exemplum totus componitur orbis" </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Quando l’eidos del cuore<br />impèra a corte,<br />la ratio si fa cortigiana,<br />il buonsenso vassallo...<br />le disfìde e gli epitaffi trionfano. </span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-14163693616044415202009-07-01T14:50:00.007+02:002009-07-03T12:33:52.889+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/Sktcx2C-48I/AAAAAAAABGo/ECbUd2U3GG8/s1600-h/la+stirpe+di+giona.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353474593451336642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ostra,Liriche,Staccioli,Giona" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/Sktcx2C-48I/AAAAAAAABGo/ECbUd2U3GG8/s320/la+stirpe+di+giona.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Da un pescator sadico e senza esche<br />in acque torbide concepìti,<br />benchè fidenti<br />e a fortunale cheto,<br />d'april ci scoprirem brumeggio<br />e rigùrgito di ventre,<br />facezia non di branco<br />d’un colossàl pesce </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">d’occhio cèreo </span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">e di spada monco.</span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-90569196065175057482009-06-20T23:18:00.008+02:002009-06-21T11:31:02.182+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://www.brunoprota.it/media/2007/tb/Circo.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.brunoprota.it/media/2007/tb/Circo.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"> Bruno Prota "Circo" 1999</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;">(olio su tela)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Foss’anche questo incedere,<br />beccheggio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;"> su trapezio ciondolante,<br />bìlico</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;"> su fune inamidata, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">o capriola </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">su palco di rena,<br />è il calibro dello squarcio<br />nell’ordìto del tramaglio<br />che culla o maciulla<br />il cuore del saltimbanco.</span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-4238523901139797422009-05-25T19:23:00.006+02:002009-05-25T19:41:43.762+02:00<a href="http://www.arsvalue.com/webapp/upl/immagini/853ef23b-8bd6-46c1-bc99-d6766d83aa83%5C200705%5C12890512-codice-delta-gamma,-laquilone_big.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Camillo Francia,L'aquilone -olio su tela-,Ostra Liriche" src="http://www.arsvalue.com/webapp/upl/immagini/853ef23b-8bd6-46c1-bc99-d6766d83aa83%5C200705%5C12890512-codice-delta-gamma,-laquilone_big.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Non còlsi allora<br />lo schianto d’aquiloni sbrigliati<br />imbizzarriti dall’incoerenza delle correnti...<br />ed il presente or m’arguisce:<br />nel camposanto dei draghi volanti<br />s’è adagiato<br />mansueto<br />anche il filo aggrovigliato<br />dell’acrobata. </span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-30162736823579445592009-04-16T15:54:00.007+02:002010-06-30T13:32:56.036+02:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/TCsrTwbel6I/AAAAAAAABH4/X123jbSz9F4/s1600/cubana.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488528189298743202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/TCsrTwbel6I/AAAAAAAABH4/X123jbSz9F4/s320/cubana.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://i44.tinypic.com/2uol11w.jpg"></a><span style="color:#cc6600;">In quell’assalto di baci al rhum<br />un accenno di guerriglia<br />tra due palati astèmi<br />in una<em> </em>gaffe onirica<br />incanalata<br />nel gracchio dei solchi di una<em> habanera</em><br />e già dissolta<br />nella coltre acre<br />di un<em> h</em></span><span style="color:#cc6600;"><em>avana<br /></em>corroso dai castighi.</span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-31605041342782268862009-03-29T12:23:00.004+02:002009-03-29T12:28:02.792+02:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/Saus-Nd8LxI/AAAAAAAABBY/rx-AO5-3wew/s1600-h/intro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308526770553368338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Antonello Ostrogoto Staccioli,Il Soffio degli Dei,Ostra" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/Saus-Nd8LxI/AAAAAAAABBY/rx-AO5-3wew/s400/intro.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"><strong>"Facit indignatio versum"</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;">(Giovenale, Satire, I, 79)</span></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Una selezione delle composizioni poetiche</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">scaturite dal calamaio<br />dell'autore-scribacchino marchigiano</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;">ANTONELLO "OSTROGOTO" STACCIOLI</span><br /></strong></span></span>tratte da:</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;">-IL SOFFIO DEGLI DEI-<br /></span></strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Ostra Liriche ed Aforismi © 2007-2009</span></strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/Sav0SgokxcI/AAAAAAAABBo/Qtfyc-wYzh8/s1600-h/pergamena1soffio.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308605184621200834" style="WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="Il Soffio degli Dei, La critica, Romano Cioci, Andrea Crostelli" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/Sav0SgokxcI/AAAAAAAABBo/Qtfyc-wYzh8/s400/pergamena1soffio.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-36521273812464087092009-03-29T12:02:00.003+02:002009-03-29T12:22:20.383+02:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/Sc9Hid5o3oI/AAAAAAAABFY/0A7xyX-RCFs/s1600-h/maiali.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318548342415351426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Emunctae naris" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/Sc9Hid5o3oI/AAAAAAAABFY/0A7xyX-RCFs/s400/maiali.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#cc6600;">Non occorre scomodare<br />guaìti d’uomo<br />per piantare la croce<br />sul thanatos di certi idilli..<br />è d’avanzo origliare<br />sui grugnìti dell’animale.</span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-77791592331383570212009-02-28T12:40:00.005+01:002009-03-01T11:23:27.733+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SakjOczoUGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8hx7l-xtNv4/s1600-h/arcopall.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307812366990725218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ostra,distinguo,iride" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SakjOczoUGI/AAAAAAAABBQ/8hx7l-xtNv4/s320/arcopall.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><strong> "Quantum mutatus ab illo"</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Dissennata perizia alchèmica</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">evocare spettri in esilio,<br />monocromatico stratagemma,<br />mirabolante iride,<br />armonizzare racchiuso<br />nella rifrazione d'un paio di sospiri<br />tenuti a debita distanza dalla mente.<br />Il resto..<br />un quark di replicanti.</span></div></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-5316249966682678692009-02-02T14:58:00.005+01:002009-03-02T11:18:49.617+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SYb8n7ZInMI/AAAAAAAABBA/TuDtU8M9m4A/s1600-h/notte_della_taranta_2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298199774536178882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ostra liriche,antonello ostrogoto staccioli,indulgenze" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SYb8n7ZInMI/AAAAAAAABBA/TuDtU8M9m4A/s400/notte_della_taranta_2008.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;">"Palam vel clam"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>( Apertamente o in segreto) </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><br /></div></strong></span><p align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Esercizio caparbio,<br />barcamenarsi<br />tra tarli e tarantole,<br />rigoroso e maturo sillabare<br />che camuffa,<br />ciò che è svelato<br />dalla lallazione acerba<br />scandita da un piccino.</span></p>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-58226442753882556482009-01-07T12:53:00.009+01:002009-03-02T11:29:33.350+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SWSYY_9dPxI/AAAAAAAABAg/lcpR3dg0vac/s1600-h/La_Negromante.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288519417693290258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ostra Liriche ed Aforismi-Facoltà Sibilline" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SWSYY_9dPxI/AAAAAAAABAg/lcpR3dg0vac/s400/La_Negromante.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#ccffff;"> Brevis esse laboro: obscurus fio</span> </span><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc9933;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br />E’ scudo di basalto<br />che capìtola<br />all’indugiare d’un incantesimo diàfano<br />contenuto tra quattro graffi scolpiti,<br />urto e stordimento<br />d’arcana riluttanza<br />al vigore,<br />racchiuso nella prestanza di tre parole<br />d’una formula possente.</span></div></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-29447262292723104962008-12-23T17:08:00.008+01:002009-03-02T11:20:42.999+01:00<a href="http://www.francoanfuso.it/library/img.aspx?width=193&amp;img=/public/cw_immagini/71_21.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ostra-Aforismi-2008" src="http://www.francoanfuso.it/library/img.aspx?width=193&amp;img=/public/cw_immagini/71_21.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>"Turris eburnea"<br /></strong></span><br /></span><span style="color:#cc9933;">"Discriminare il bene<br />con le leggi del tempo<br />è aggiungere un granello di presunzione<br />alla propria clessidra" </span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-39838048019273135602008-12-15T14:29:00.004+01:002009-02-14T11:56:11.771+01:00<a href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1902/44/117/1601970275/n1601970275_68743_1600.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ostra,liriche,Dileggio d'uno scudiero" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1902/44/117/1601970275/n1601970275_68743_1600.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">Al sol apparir del suprem maestro<br />sbiancosse in vòlto<br />il ribel Falana da capestro.<br /><br />Tuonò con voce grave il primo:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">"Ordunque si ponga fine alla tenzone<br />ch'io n'abbia più a veder simil bailamme<br />e cotal villanzone;<br />che più non si contenda e nulla si conceda,<br />si depongan l'armi,<br />a prostrar in favor di chi tutto cheta".<br /><br />Tenean i manigoldi per vergogna il capo chino<br />intenti a udir tremanti</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">il Venerabile divino<br />ch'accesa ogni pietate<br />fece lor giurar divotione </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">nonchè eterna fidelitate:<br />"Avendovi a sì servigio eletti<br />d'or in poi mai più dispiacer s'alletti,<br />e tu Falana </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">caporion d'inetti<br />per prìo di perenne servitute<br />contrìto genufletti".<br /><br />Pentossi ancor con l'arme indosso<br />il goloson ammansìto fece fioretto:<br />"Giammai incaponir<br />di codesto insan periglio<br />e di simil bontade farò consiglio;<br />oh mio signor bodiese<br />d'animo e di còr cortese,<br />in desìo di promessa a voi m'abbandono<br />vita natural durante farò<br />di sorbetto dono<br />e con languor di palato intento<br />del sol ignudo còno<br />senza gittar lamento". </span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-77647279339620790282008-12-02T01:13:00.012+01:002009-03-02T11:25:49.400+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/STSAjJ9MoII/AAAAAAAABAY/0IlEgK4zwp4/s1600-h/aphor+allodola.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274982405014069378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ostra-Aforismi" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/STSAjJ9MoII/AAAAAAAABAY/0IlEgK4zwp4/s400/aphor+allodola.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;">"Immolarsi nella scrittura<br />imprime il poeta<br />nella sacralità dell'allodola<br />e le sue inquietudini<br />nell'empietà d'uno specchio<br />sul quale immortalarsi"</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">Ostrogoto </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">(scribacchino non di corte)</span></div></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-82552689181852160352008-11-13T11:45:00.012+01:002009-03-26T15:25:26.750+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/ScuP4-OZw7I/AAAAAAAABDw/gMEchXpDCsU/s1600-h/parchement+libero.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317501993979855794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/ScuP4-OZw7I/AAAAAAAABDw/gMEchXpDCsU/s400/parchement+libero.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SRwFgDgTPCI/AAAAAAAAAuU/kfYuuIXNt9c/s1600-h/Aphorism.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268091712371375138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ostra, Il Soffio degli Dei,Liriche ed Aforismi" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SRwFgDgTPCI/AAAAAAAAAuU/kfYuuIXNt9c/s320/Aphorism.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccffff;"><strong> "IL SOFFIO DEGLI DEI"</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ccffff;">OSTRA LIRICHE ED AFORISMI</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">di Antonello "Ostrogoto"</span> Staccioli</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">(Scribacchino non di corte)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Ostra 2007-2009©</strong></span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-45334812503140136112008-10-25T14:02:00.007+02:002009-03-02T11:27:20.619+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SQMLaYau59I/AAAAAAAAAtg/bP0gC5EqZY4/s1600-h/d%27ali%27.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261061337557952466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SQMLaYau59I/AAAAAAAAAtg/bP0gC5EqZY4/s320/d%27ali%27.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">Facit indignatio versum</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc9933;"><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">"I golosi d'incoerenza</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">si rimangiano le parole </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">servendosi dal tuo piatto"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc9933;"><strong>Ostrogoto [scribacchino non di corte]</strong></span></div></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-64079743388820617252008-07-25T12:47:00.020+02:002009-03-26T15:17:46.319+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/ScuOfL_RzTI/AAAAAAAABDo/l3doDndV5iw/s1600-h/perga+base+annotaz.PNG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317500451486289202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/ScuOfL_RzTI/AAAAAAAABDo/l3doDndV5iw/s400/perga+base+annotaz.PNG" border="0" /></a>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-34109858444198005722008-02-25T16:34:00.010+01:002009-03-02T11:30:56.431+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/R8Li2Ppe6GI/AAAAAAAAArw/OHDnf0xV3_A/s1600-h/afor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170944743716087906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="280" alt="ostra liriche" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/R8Li2Ppe6GI/AAAAAAAAArw/OHDnf0xV3_A/s320/afor.jpg" width="270" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>"Perinde ac cadaver"</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>(San Francesco) </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><br /></div></strong></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Le anime dei poeti si struggono due volte:<br />sulla terra quando scrivono,<br />ed in cielo quando non possono farlo"</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">Ostrogoto</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;"> (scribacchino non di "corte")</span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-80066891398367842652008-02-25T13:25:00.013+01:002009-03-02T11:31:32.575+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/R8LHnvpe6FI/AAAAAAAAAro/zKQqGq-EnF8/s1600-h/rosellina.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170914807794034770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="OSTRA LIRICHE-Guardando Liolà" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/R8LHnvpe6FI/AAAAAAAAAro/zKQqGq-EnF8/s320/rosellina.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">L'indugiare in versi<br />su vita riflessa ed agognata<br />è scemare in un golem<br />che trova eguali<br />negli occhi socchiusi<br />di chi,<br />stringendo tra le mani una rosa,<br />patisce senza pungersi<br />e continua a trattenere il respiro.</span></div></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-90887521560636495612008-02-12T21:00:00.002+01:002009-03-02T11:32:35.252+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/R7H7YPpe6BI/AAAAAAAAArA/FvSpcjuPS5I/s1600-h/poeti%2520a%2520corte-thumb.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166186641506625554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="184" alt="OSTRA LIRICHE" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/R7H7YPpe6BI/AAAAAAAAArA/FvSpcjuPS5I/s320/poeti%2520a%2520corte-thumb.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Le poesie non saziano i probi<br />quando rimangono intinte<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">ad annegare nei miraggi dell'inchiostro<br />o vacue ed infeconde<br />imbrattano le mènti<br />incartapecorite dai refoli aridi<br />dei poeti ipocriti<br />naviganti sottovento</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9900;">senza rotta e mille lidi. </span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-45672695584405513542007-11-07T19:36:00.004+01:002009-03-02T11:33:43.543+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SRAttIwFUMI/AAAAAAAAAt8/FXMOheGTcfY/s1600-h/busillis.PNG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264758217862631618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Ostra liriche, Busillis" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/SRAttIwFUMI/AAAAAAAAAt8/FXMOheGTcfY/s320/busillis.PNG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;">Come potrai mai<br />oh mia divina<br />attingere un casto bacio<br />dal pozzo profondo </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff9900;">d’armìgere brame<br />se questa bocca si fa carrucola impetuosa,<br />alabarda e brocca ad infusione ribelle<br />che s'immerge solerte<br />nei tuoi umori di madonna inquietante?</span></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7231588594233274588.post-46278350544122123292007-11-02T01:46:00.002+01:002009-03-02T11:34:53.050+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/Ryp0Ti2D35I/AAAAAAAAAdc/DABo5XQwgGY/s1600-h/scrivere.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128039004834619282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="OSTRA liriche" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kcCA4KGduUQ/Ryp0Ti2D35I/AAAAAAAAAdc/DABo5XQwgGY/s320/scrivere.gif" width="150" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">"Il diritto di <span id="google-navclient-hilite" style="color:#ff0000;">scrivere</span> <span id="google-navclient-hilite" style="color:black;"></span>male</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">è</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"> il privilegio </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">di cui abbiamo largamente approfittato"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ccffff;">Isaak Babel (1894-1940) - drammaturgo e scrittore -</span></div></div></div></div>_____________________http://www.blogger.com/profile/07698909790240398962noreply@blogger.com