{"id":5761379,"date":"2014-12-10T09:30:36","date_gmt":"2014-12-10T08:30:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rabatana.it\/?p=5761379"},"modified":"2014-12-10T15:36:51","modified_gmt":"2014-12-10T14:36:51","slug":"rocco-scotellaro-cera-lamerica","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rabatana.it\/?p=5761379","title":{"rendered":"Rocco SCOTELLARO, C&#8217;ERA L&#8217;AMERICA"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: right;\"><strong>ROCCO SCOTELLARO \u2013 E\u2019 FATTO GIORNO \u2013 LA CASA<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong> <span style=\"color: #993300;\"><strong>C\u2019ERA L\u2019AMERICA<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">C\u2019era l\u2019America, bella, lontana<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">del padre mio che aveva vent\u2019anni.<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Il padre mio pot\u00e9 spezzarsi il cuore.<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">America qua, America l\u00e0,<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">dov\u2019\u00e8 pi\u00f9 l\u2019America<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">del padre mio?<\/span><\/h5>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">America sar\u00e0 la terra mia<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">col sole e la luna giganti,<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">aria mite, cielo celeste,<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">a operaio e contadino<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">una notte di festa.<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Cos\u00ec parlavano piano:<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Piroscafo che dici s\u00ed e no<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">sull\u2019onda che ti tiene in mano,<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">voglio vedere che sorte avr\u00f2.<\/span><\/h5>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">La Serenata apriva le porte<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">e notte e giorno aravo il mare<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">per quella terra che non l\u2019ascoltava.<\/span><\/h5>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">L\u2019amico mor\u00ed sparato a quella terra,<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">gli misero la cera in faccia,<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">una faccia di cera tale e quale.<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Tornarono con la casa e la vigna<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">per un letto di gramigna<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">da tanto lontano.<\/span><\/h5>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Ora dov\u2019\u00e8 l\u2019America nostra?<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">La nonna credeva all\u2019altro mondo,<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">i figli leggemmo<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">le facce di cera dei padri.<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">Non c\u2019\u00e8 un\u2019America nostra.<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">\u00c8 venuto il vento,<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">\u00e8 caduta la giostra,<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">\u00e8 morto il vicino di casa,<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">che era stato a quella terra.<\/span><\/h5>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">America qua, America l\u00e0,<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">dov\u2019\u00e8 pi\u00f9 l\u2019America<\/span><\/h5>\n<h5><span style=\"color: #993300;\">del padre mio?<\/span><\/h5>\n<p><strong><em>(1951)<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>E\u2019 finita per sempre oggi nel mondo l\u2019illusione paterna che resta ancora un paese America. E il Venezuela, che ci resta, non vale un bicchiere d\u2019acqua del Basento (<em>N. d. A-<\/em>)<\/p>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\">____________________<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\">p. 150-1 II ed. dicembre 1954 con 10 Tavole di Aldo Turchiaro<\/h6>\n<h6 style=\"text-align: right;\">____________________<\/h6>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>C\u2019era l\u2019America, esempio di poesia-racconto, rappresenta i vari volti dell\u2019America e le speranze di alcune generazioni generate dal nuovo Continente. Ora il mito dell\u2019America \u00e8 abbattuto: dov\u2019\u00e8 l\u2019America? C\u2019era l\u2019America. L\u2019ultima speranza \u201camericana\u201d \u00e8 rappresentata dal dall\u2019emigrazione nel Venezuela. Ma in una nota il poeta dice che il Venezuela, che ci resta, non vale un bicchiere d\u2019acqua del Basento. La poesia porta la data del 1951 (gennaio 1952 secondo la datazione di Vitelli): per quel tempo sembrava una previsione controcorrente, ma presto anche il mito americano, col Venezuela, croller\u00e0 definitivamente.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: right;\">ROCCO SCOTELLARO \u2013 E\u2019 FATTO GIORNO \u2013 LA CASA<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0 C\u2019ERA L\u2019AMERICA<\/p>\n<p> C\u2019era l\u2019America, bella, lontana del padre mio che aveva vent\u2019anni. Il padre mio pot\u00e9 spezzarsi il cuore. America qua, America l\u00e0, dov\u2019\u00e8 pi\u00f9 l\u2019America del padre mio? <\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p> America sar\u00e0 la terra mia col sole e la luna giganti, aria mite, [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":"","_links_to":"","_links_to_target":""},"categories":[34],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v14.4.1 - https:\/\/yoast.com\/wordpress\/plugins\/seo\/ -->\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow\" \/>\n<meta name=\"googlebot\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<meta name=\"bingbot\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"http:\/\/www.rabatana.it\/?p=5761379\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"it_IT\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Rocco SCOTELLARO, C&#039;ERA L&#039;AMERICA - Rabatana\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"ROCCO SCOTELLARO \u2013 E\u2019 FATTO GIORNO \u2013 LA CASA \u00a0 C\u2019ERA L\u2019AMERICA C\u2019era l\u2019America, bella, lontana del padre mio che aveva vent\u2019anni. 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