It’s Pride Month! And also the opening night of Frameline – one of our favorite of all the fantastic LGBTQI festivals running this year.
In celebration, for the rest of the month /bent will revisit some of the queer poetry which has inspired, sustained and thrilled us over the years. We’re going to try and train a focus on those writers who have had some explicit relationship with film, though we’ll certainly stray as the month goes on.
First up, the Italian poet, filmmaker, activist and Pier Paolo Pasolini. It’s hard to choose any one poem of his – this sequence he wrote to the actor Ninetto Divoli is melancholy and lovely and we almost chose it but instead went for this one, which we only recently came across translated here by Adeodato Piazza Nicolai. Please feel free to leave your favorites in the comments, or get in touch with suggestions for future days.
In the roughness of Saturday night
I’m glad to watch people
outside laughing in the open air.
My heart also is made of air
my eyes reflect the joy of the people
and in my hair shines Saturday night.
Young man, I’m glad with my miserly
Saturday night, I’m happy with people
I am alive, I am happy with the air.
I am used to the evil of Saturday night.