Masterpiece of avant-garde poetry

Balestrini, a new avant-garde poet. He has been an editor in Rome and Milan and is one of the main members of "63 Club". The work is witty and novel. He has done a lot of experiments in "electronic poetry" and "computer poetry", which is remarkable. 1963 won the "horseshoe" award. He is the author of poetry anthology "Hanging Rock", "Other Processes" and "Practical Poetry". As it is, this poem is absurd and typical of new avant-garde poetry.

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These are knots, these are scars,

Those clothes you put on, we will continue to live.

Unexpected season on asphalt, clouds

It's like a cooled teapot with a face like a patient's.

Blue as a restaurant, far away,

Although it's already nine o'clock, get ready for work.

It's almost over, distilled poppy, trust my eyes, lean against the roof.

Looking down at the top of the cut pine tree,

You called the wrong name. Promise people who pass by:

Almost all of them are gone. They are hiding necessities. You'll never find the boat.

But it's necessary, because even if we

Without looking around, we still passed through, there.

Let's see if there are any remedies, or through those uncertain places, there

Clear boundaries are presented to us. ...

In the future, the sky will definitely change. Because I

Suddenly changing the topic, few people can notice it, and it permeates some moments in the afternoon.

Splash, still deep, deep,

And the stone on your back, or

Corrosive substances escaping from the subverted structure-nothing new anyway,

Pumice at the elbow, if there is room.

There is only room for us. He can hardly find a house.

Exit, but you find it, if you understand how long I have been waiting for you.