by Marta Toraldo

In ” I looked / in your sky, the sky of blue destinies , to find traces of me” (l quaderni del Bardo, 2021), poetry collection by Marcello Buttazzo – presented in Lecce, on the evening of August 6, 2021, on the terrace of the Bar Astoria – it seems to me that I can grasp some points of knowledge and reflection: his poems let us glimpse a “metaphysics of the everyday”, a melancholy romanticism dense with the love themes that fill his life.

The metaphysics of his poems concerns the simple things of everyday life, the feelings and values of existence. In his verses the reason for the interior battle is entirely held in the search for solutions aimed at the purification of human values; a conceptual purification that implies struggle, effort and struggle for an exquisitely intellectual redemption and conquest.

Love, Time, the nostalgic, warm and sunny (we would say Bodinian) landscape set his texts; there, in that amalgam, Marcello contemplates the events of his experience, his inner moods, the passions that have struck him. A poignant reflection – inspired by the themes dear to the romantic movement – draws lifeblood in memories. A “visionary” past that no longer exists, an idealized inner reality, sublimated in the lived “sacrifice”, in an attempt to give a new beauty to the experiences of the present.

Another aspect that seems to me to grasp in the verses of Marcello is the influence of Vittorio Bodini of ” La luna dei borboni “, published for the first time in 1952. Buttazzo is fascinated by the richness of the historical and social images of that Salento made of silence, stones and streets of dust. Marcello reproduces that evocative force, words and symbols of a sleepy and mythical atmosphere, lived, dreamed, loved and at the same time rejected. His moods are torn between calm and storm and the poet defines these oscillations as ” loose mines ” that explode continuously in everyday life. The poet stubbornly crosses this inner laceration, sews his poems giving them a spiritual meaning, a cathartic charge that has no interest in excelling, that is, in being the first or principal in the events of life. There is the feminine to give the rule, to give meaning to her troubled and inconstant life. His “blue destinies” represent the highest poetic contemplative moment, an interior refreshment, of spiritual stillness in the face of the difficulties of everyday life