There are times when we go back until fthe water, until the day when we were atoms before water, just to the end of the night. Every form of breath begins with water breaking. Every exile goes through it. The poet translates the darkest hour. He embodies the voice of the drowned. He is looking for words that are looking for him. The word doesn’t burn without the voice. She waits for a spark that invokes her, an ear that translates her. In this shattering mouth of darkness we resurface in our beyond of the other. Everyone is water. Everyone meets the stranger. Everyone is master of nothing. Everyone lives his own shipwreck. Many poems burn underwater.
Domenico Brancale (Sant’Arcangelo, 1976) poet and performer. He has written: L’ossario del sole (Passigli, 2007), Controre (effigie, 2013), incerti umani (Passigli, 2013), Per diverse ragioni (2017), Scannaciucce (Mesogea, 2019) that included all his dialect poems, Dovunque acqua sia voce (Edizioni degli animali, 2022). He edited Cristina Campo In immagini e parole and has translated Cioran, J. Giorno, Michaux, C. Royet-Journoud, G. Scelsi, Artaud, J. Roubaud. He is one of curator of the editorial series of international poetry “Le Meteore” for Ibis and “Prova d’Artista” for Galerie Bordas. His performances include: Questa deposizione rischiara la tua assenza (Galleria Gasparelli, Fano 2009), un sempre cominciamento (galerie hus, Paris 2012), Nei miei polmoni c’è l’attesa (Galleria Michela Rizzo, Venezia 2013), incerti umani (Festival Città delle 110 scale, Potenza, 2013), Se bastasse l’oblio (MAC Lissone, 2014), Langue brûlé (Palais de Tokyo, Paris 2014), Scannaciucce – a praise of Donkey (Matera, 2019), Non dire a sordo (Galleria de’ Foscherari, 2022).
