The poetry of italian people born in 70es is an obscure entity running on their own lips and on literary chronicle, in order to develop lampoons and fill gossip columns. Like the appellation "young": do you think around-thirty-aged people can be defined "young"?

Undoubtedly a widespread and positive approach to written speech exists, not private but often exhibited as a status symbol; it seems that, consumed all the consumable, only pinning medals of thoughtfulness and heaviness at one's own breast remains. Or really several thousands of "young" italians believe in literature's utility? I don't know, i am not so confident. We will see.

Let's start by me. Why do i read and write poetry? The reason is simple: poetry is the way to say things without useless words, the way to hit them without feigning, making them clear; in addition, it helps to keep my brain awake, that is useful to my job and life. Poetry is cerebral doping, if you want; better than steroids, cocaine or psychotrops.

So i read, i have read a lot (it's not forbidden, at this moment) and am able to easily distinguish between acceptable and not standing poetry. Well, which poetry stands, among the produced by around-thirty-aged italian people?

Let me say: being premature to talk about literary values (time will show them, critical studies and articles will support the valuables), i can only point out interesting aggregations. Yes, one of the most important traits of this generation is acting in groups, thanks to internet too. So provide yourself with a small map of Bella Italia and follow me, from Alpi to Sicily.

Milano is still the most valuable city in Italy for literature, above all due to the presence of the best known publishers there, often employing writers and poets besides issuing their works. But the most interesting experiences come from provinces of Piemonte, Veneto and Friuli, so that it appears to me a roster of teachers and employees depicting words to build a different life from their tiresome petty clerking (italian middle class' condition of life is worsening).

Center Italy is more coherent: Emilia Romagna and Toscana are wide tanks of writing, in institutional and universitary levels too. Probably we have to mass attention here if looking for the proper engine of writing verses. Bologna, the cathocommunist alma mater; Firenze, the bunny lady of language and belle arti. And surrounding towns, often torn by secular grudges.
Going down, Roma, the Capital. They write tactfully there, public relations are important, people aggregates by currents and factions but they all have supper together, in the evening. Yes, i don’t like Roma. Even if there are many young promising authors, included the one i prefer (no names, however, not now).

What about Southern Italy? Well, the remark is more complex; southern poets are often angry, marginalized and sometimes folkloric, so it’s not easy to understand whether they’re real writers or engaging to survive. I can’t give them credit: too much things, confusion, bombast. With the exception of sicilian ones. Sicily is the most beatiful land in the world, they say, crossroads of ancient and modern cultures; and its around-thirty-aged poets are not different, a pyrotechnic deal of variety.

So, what really brightens? Do special books exist already? I don’t know, i can’t say, i don’t use to follow all the paths and occurrences. I trust reviews and listen different opinions, then comparing. I am sure about this: real poetry, wherever it appears, is indifferent to searching people. We can prod or flatter it; some of us could seduce it too; but its children, the important books of verses, will be recognized when adult, so let time pass being happy to live, if we are able to.