With Rimbaud in my heart
At the heart of our time, there’s a night, a vertigo. As there was Dante’s journey, so now there is the journey of Rimbaud. There is, in the heart of…
Essays and interventions
About Giacomo Leopardi
“I don’t see you anymore…” According to his friend and biographer Ranieri, in front of whom he was dying in Naples, these were the last words of the poet from…
Augustine and the risk of beauty
My first memory of Augustine is connected, I’m not sure why, with my mother’s bed. Perhaps I was flopped down on it when I read a few of his pages…
