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Loneliness, as an identity Alfred Lela as a poet!

Politiko 2024-12-03 12:58:45

Loneliness, as an identity Alfred Lela as a poet!

By Agron Gjekmarkaj 

Alfred Lela, not entirely by chance, came this November with a volume of poetry in hand! Accustomed to the journalist, publicist, debater, anyone was surprised! Personally, although without concrete evidence, I knew that he carries the poet with him whenever and wherever. In his writings, even in the most sour and political ones, he finds the charm of the word, the selection and nuances, the game that gives it a unique architecture! So the book "Solo" (Alone) confirmed my early conviction.

There are not many who want to show loneliness as an identity. Lela has conviction and judgement, philosophy and conclusion. Only we come, only we are and only we leave! Yes, this is a sublime state, both poetic and human, where you climb and sit on its steps to see others, the world, the horizon, and descend to understand yourself in relation to them!

In each of Ulysses' journeys, Alfred Lela allows himself to be a Christian as much as he wants, to judge love from the traces of wounds it leaves, from the map of longing, from the emptiness when he runs away, from the pain when he is kidnapped! Ah the Bible, this unsurpassable heaven of knowledge, gives time and again the power of baptism, Adam's ribs, Eve's apple, and says solo, solo, solo (only) they all remain there on the Mount of Olives, like our Lord!

But he needs Aeschylus to send Ina as Ephigenia to Aulis, he wants a reason to be eternally angry! But:
"I am cut thin,
Like a cigarette paper that wraps coarsely ground tobacco,
Thin,
Like an ambush where blood is taken,
Like a blood that is prayed, but does not become water."

So thin a man survives only as a poet, so thin the individual is enveloped by the storm and crashes here and there, but leaves him alive, as its witness, so thin life takes him, in every corner and brings him back to departure as a narrator, and so thin you can only stay invisible among people, you go out on them and on the side where you see the similar and pray for them, where you define the different in search of identities, to leave timbren in the ravages of age!

Travels to knowledge in New York, Budapest, everywhere in the Latin Italian world, seeing, tasting, compared and relativized between ancient myths, himself on a beach, understanding the earth and Anteu when he is in flight! Intellectualism is the door to his solitude! Sqima, the window! Silence, the soundtrack! Loneliness, man and his identity! Solo, Solo, Solo! Read it!

 

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