Nights * Sifnos * Hands
          Flarestack Poets, 2010:    £4.50       ISBN: 978-1-906480-24-0 (pamphlet)
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Lightning. Lifts
to rumble me at this
Perhaps violence
to dispatch night by ration
for the switch that raises
drop it. That bolt found
of dark romps in – but only
copper and lava. Let it.
– for once I’ll do without. Others
Nights * Sifnos * Hands brings together three divertissements from Mario Petrucci's monumental modernist sequence,
i tulips. Informed by the Black Mountain and Objectivist poets, this triad captures the sense of form and
thematic range of the parent work, projected to reach over a thousand poems. The symphonic movement of subject
matter in this selection resounds with Petrucci's characteristic layering of insight, his fascination with
the fractured musical opportunities offered by the poetic line. From molecular note to cosmic chord, we witness
Petrucci's unique fusion of science with art and, above all, his utter commitment and devotion to language.
George Ttoouli
Simon Jenner
Roy Fisher
The Frogmore Papers 77 (Spring 2011)
copyright mario petrucci 2010
FURTHER INFORMATION
Blue Night
a lance. Another. Drops
his grille of dark then charges
thin-glass protection. I face
blue-black armour. Neon escutcheons.
redresses. Starts these
sheepish sleepless lines seeking
-alising weather: as if to sunder
horse more than rider by reaching
to the night its white hand
-kerchief window. Only to
its mark. Must have struck
a substation. Dark on its hoofs
to level. Each flash rings through
the black. One lance slaps a spire to
Let morning be for green and
skew-white faces of children. Light
at their windows shadow
themselves in blue.
(c) Mario Petrucci 2010
“Displays awareness of the cutting edge of international creative experiments without losing sight of
accessibility. A fantastic demonstration of how form and meaning can collaborate to create great poetry.”
"Poised, balletic, in its exploration of intellectual and physical, light-bound space."
“Petrucci is somebody working with a lively circumspection in a tradition he’s demonstrating
not to have been merely an early-to-mid-20th-century exploration.”
“Immensely evocative of the shifting hues and tones of night in different times and places.
The middle sequence... gives full rein to Petrucci’s experimental but never fetishistic exploration
of language and line, resulting in intensely musical meditations on place and nature. Finally, ‘fifteen variations and no fugue’...
form an intimate, delicate dissection of the physical, emotional and musical dimensions of the human hand.”
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