Poetry’s strength is unexpected. It always surprises us, probably because there is lesser and lesser of it around us. It overcomes geographic distance, generational features and language differences. It drags us to a sublime level, since it moves into a space without reference points and crosses the boundaries of what we can see, hear think and imagine. But how it comes that we speak of poetry for a musical artifact? Because Sabir Mateen and Silvia Bolognesi, in “Holidyas in Siena”, are poets, first of all. Far from a worn out romantic concept (inspiration, destiny…) they create sounds, mix, contrasts, silence spots, that show not only contemporary anxiety but also the joy of playing together. Not only Mateen and Bolognesi have all this and much more, but they are also driven elsewhere, far away, by their poetic license that set them free. So far away that somebody will not like “Holidays in Siena”. Perhaps the same person in which no consequences are left by Fontana’s scratches, by Rothko colors, by Joyce words or by Cage’s silences. Because poetry, music, art are for everyone, but not everyone knows it.– Paolo Carradori Continue reading →