Persistence
Persistence

Summary/Abstract: When I was seventeen, it seemed to me that the only poet who understood the world was Cesare Pavese. My friend Pjer’s and my veneration of his name grew to unreachable heights of a cult and we considered that all the poems we wrote, and which did not show stylistic or thematic similarity to Pavese’s, were just horrible. We strived to be lonely because he was lonely too, lonelier than any other creature in the world. We avoided people, especially women, which was particularly hard on me. But I had to keep my standards.

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