Posted by on 26 Sep, 2014 in |

EL MES RARO - Valeria MeillerWe expect poetry to name the world as if it were for the first time. The countryside, the sucessive generations that live and work there, simultaneously dwell in the poetry of Valeria Meiller, nurtured by a calm acceptance of what it demands to cohexist with nature: Water troughs where the unwanted litter is drown, rabbit necks that need to break in order to skin the animals as an act of love, an ubiquitous 22 long rifle, cartriges and shotguns. I do not know another pastoral’s lyrism, both impassionate and mundane, that respons to Rilke’s intuition: “Beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror which we are barely able to endure, and it amazes us so, because it serenely disdains to destroy us”.