Roberto Mosi Poesie 2009-2016, note by Carmelo Consoli

Roberto Mosi inextricably links the image on the reverse, the visible reality in its switched to the next poetic transmutation, as if he were touched by an urgent need to transform in his mind every newspaper and existential path, both of which his society around him .

And doing so is in his poetry the modern homo viator involved in their existential wanderings inside the changing paths of pain, of happiness, of dreams, of disenchantment within those that the poet defines non-places "and the enchantment of those instead the "myth" that the sheer beauty and access to divinity.

It then creates both with his mobile camera (he is also a skilled photographer) who by his poetic word suggestive itineraries which are the expression of the sufferings and aspirations of contemporary society views in the many nuances of his behavioral dynamics.

I am personally in tune with him in thinking that poetry, in his dream creative path, should fulfill a vital need her, which is to be the most genuine and immediate expression of reality, descending into everyday life.

Mosi can do this need real art, poetry of facts and human attitudes everyday, minute hand of the landscape, dreamy reportage and this book, which includes poems written from 2009 to 2016 and taken from his various publications is a retrospective emotions and memories where you can admire his long human journey.


Roberto Mosi: Poesie 2009-2016 review of presentation held in Firenze 15/02/17

It has presented on February 15 al'Auditorium the occasion of the 6th Returned 87th academic year of the Savings Bank anthology "Poems 2009-2016" by Roberto Mosi (published recently by Ladolfi Publisher).

  The presentation took place in front of a large audience, in the large room decorated with some designs of Enrico Guerrini, a painter who followed in multiple encounters with his own works the author's poetic journey of the last seven years, resumed in the pages of ' Anthology.


DECANTO on Unico

by Ilaria Longo

Franco Arminio believed that "we need poets" because, probably, they almost mythological figures fail to look with new eyes the reality that surrounds it. In Cilento, fortunately, there are many poets and the year that began with a handful of days opens with a collection of poems by Menotti Lerro, the young poet of Omignano for Landolfi Editore has published 'Decanto', available from January 1.

Lerro defines his verses "stragglers children, raving, alcoholics, poor shadows arised in the evenings when he no longer wanted to be a poet," and - like Aldo Palazzeschi who loved poet but not defined "mountebank" - believed to be a "minstrel hilarious / exhilarated "preparing" lavish dishes. "

The poet, so, it unmasks and asks readers to make an effort to imagine these fantasies out of his new world of poetry. A poem at times ironic and almost irreverent because - as he rightly points out, using the words of Horace - "What is forbidden to speak the truth laughing?". To underline this hilarity there is also the graphic layout of the verses, in some circumstances, they are not neatly arranged and seriously on the page, but they create visual clutter.




After receiving a prestigious "Special Mention" in 2016 (among the three authors of the section "Poetry and Fiction") in the '100 Excellencies Italian National Award', it comes out in bookstores the fifteenth collection of poems by Menotti Lerro. The text is titled Decanto - Giuliano Ladolfi Publisher, with introductory notes of Davide Rondoni and Carlo Franza - and once again Lerro displaces the reader by presenting the poems avowedly 'In Vino Veritas': poems written in the evenings when he wanted to rejoice, or intoxicated with the precious juice of the earth (and the irony is the primary component in these verses). Texts, therefore, completely different than all his more sober and very rational (though always full of pathos) previous production. Attanaglierà much curiosity in the reader to want to discover the poetry and thoughts that cross the mind of this brilliant author when alcohol wins its most simple or profound resistance, or when the joys, the sorrows, all the memories, are de-sung by time and from memory.