Culture in mourning in Cosenza, the poet Franco Dionesalvi died

A poet is DEAD. And not many poets are born in a century. Franco Dionesalvi, born 66 years ago in his Cosenza, died in Milan, where he had moved for some time, overcome by an evil reminiscent of Miller’s Tropic, but which still destroys the works and human days.

Son of a legendary professor still remembered by his students, brother and mentor to Claudio, activist and teacher who owes much to his closeness to Franco, who trained him in pre-established disharmonies and the hunt for Utopia.

He had studied law in Florence in the seventies, but had almost never practiced law. He participated in literary circles, but also in the stadium of his beloved Fiorentina, the big city Indians, freaks from the Ponte Vecchio and Hare Krishna communities, creating an original and never homologated intellectuality.

He returned to Cosenza to be the kapataz of an intellectual community of poets who left behind intense pages. The magazine “Inonja” from 1980 to 1987 opened with the young talent of Angelo Fasano and the teacher Raffaele De Luca, tragically disappeared, leaving Franco to witness a collective work that was never an ivory tower, but poetry on the streets and in the squares recognized by the great Italian masters who were in dialogue with this circle of militants in their healthy and often playful diversity.

Editor of the magazine “Alfabeta”, editor-in-chief of “Capoverso” in close collaboration with Carlo Cipparrone, he leaves us intense poetic collections and three novels. He was very close to Giacomo Mancini, who gave him space for major groundbreaking television broadcasts on Telecosenza, where he offered a very original contribution to this broadcaster with cultural programs and sardonic and poetic journalistic pieces. It was the antechamber to ascend to the government of the city in the twentieth century best Cosenza, councilor of culture in the council of the socialist lion. He did not pursue power after power, but chose Fantasia to rule the city. In the nineties, his dedication Invasions Festival, which called the great names of world culture, gave birth to concerts with rock poets such as Patty Smith and Lou Reed. From below, he let Gregory Corso arrive from America in unforgettable days, as a councilor he swarmed the poets he loved from the Beat generation into offices and buses to Cosenza.

Cosenza was a cornerstone for poets and intellectuals thanks to its cultural militancy. He wrote mighty plays for the Rat-Teatro dell’Acquario Center, marking yet another powerful cultural season that is never provincial, but authentically original. He also lent his intellectual work by collaborating very well with Sandro Principe in Rende Municipality and in the Regional Department of Culture, marking other unforgettable seasons. Franco Dionesalvi is responsible for the intuition of the Museum of Contemporary Art in Rende and the Casa delle Culture in Cosenza, original places for the intellectual production of urban areas, which have always tried to connect especially with Sandro Principe, but also by producing admirable institutional magazines such as ” Teatro Rendano “. He was also a cultural collaborator for Regional Councilor Mimmo Talarico.

He was forced to leave the city to teach Milan. Remains a sensitive and refined poet in the excavation of the word. He had joined the literary movement “Literary Realism” and also edited a precious anthology for Mursia. Ironic, happy, nonconformist without noise, pacifist, defender of the latter, against the current.

For ten years for our magazine, he edited a very pop and funny elzeviro on the cover titled “Sombrero”, very popular with readers, and which he had recently uploaded to a blog. It would have deserved more attention from the University of Calabria, but Franco Dionesalvi was too erratic to get involved in these power games.

A poet died. Franco. Franco Dionesalvi. Death comes to erase the traces of its beautiful boundaries. We are all tasked with remembering his intense words and his beautiful poetic actions.

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