The web is a strange thing,
The freedom of the ignorant reigns supreme…
Ivan Pozzoni, a renowned poet and writer from Italy, shares his poetry
Ivan Pozzoni was born in Monza city of Italy in 1976. He introduced Law and Literature in Italy and the publication of essays on Italian philosophers and on the ethics and juridical theory of the ancient world. He collaborated with several Italian and international magazines. Between 2007 and 2018, different versions of the books were published. He was the founder and director of some literary magazines. He is included in the Atlas of contemporary Italian poets of the University of Bologne and figures in the great international literature review of Gradiva. His verses are translated into French, English and Spanish. In 2024.
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The web is a strange thing,
The freedom of the ignorant reigns supreme,
As the voluptuous-chinned Latins of the Hanseatic League used to say, necesse est navigare,
And we find ourselves stuck in the network like mussels in the current of the lamparo.
Every holy day we plunge into the mud of the World Wide Web,
Disorientated like intimidated nomadic tourists looking for a Club Med,
Tough and carefree like members of a neo-avant-garde,
Embarked, real roughnecks, in the cabins of the Costa Concordia,
Carefree enough to sail that everything ends up in front of a machete,
In the sado-masochistic jungle of webmasters, you always come across a webheber,
Ready to gag you in a connection/disconnection relationship,
By convincing you, with ease, that you yourself are circumcision material.
My silly worms, where will they ever go
If any ball ends up in the net without the possibility of verifying,
No opportunity to criticize, if they fall on you in herds like neo-fascists,
Bundles in layettes with a baby bottle in their mouths as insatiable alcoholics,
All reasoning falls before the webbeast,
The web aristocracy centers on the De Sade brand,
‘Abandon all hope’ you who enter here, in blog
If you’re wrong enough not to share tastes with Baron Sacher-Masoch’s.
In truth browsing has become a drama,
Without having to connect the USB of your PC to the wires of an electroencephalogram:
Who hasn’t guessed that the www has become an outlet,
Is condemned to observe the net like Boris Beckett.
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