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ELISABETH VENEZIANO
"Life is a labyrinth and it is our desire to discover as many ways possible to free our minds from the entanglement of reality." (Elisabeth Veneziano). Elisabeth Veneziano è nata a Peterborough, Regno Unito il 09/03/1968. Ha ottenuto la Laurea Bachelor of Arts Honours in Inglese ed Italiano, tesi dal titolo “The Absurd in Calvino and Buzzati” in Inglese. Nel 2002 ottiene il Diploma Post-Laurea in Letteratura Inglese. Tra il 2007 e il 2003 insegna come lettrice di madrelingua in vari istituti superiori. Dal 2003 al 2001 fa l'Insegnante come Nursery School teacher (maestra di scuola materna) presso Impington Nursery School Cambridge, Inghilterra. Tra il 2001 e il 1998 fa supplenza in vari istituti pubblici e privati presso Select Teaching Agency a Cambridge Elisabeth Veneziano nutre una passione per la letteratura e la poesia. Ottiene premi e menzioni, tra cui la pubblicazione di due poesie nell'Antologia Americana “Letters from the Soul” edita nel Marzo 2003. E' Direttore Turistico della Onlus Mecenate. Ha partecipato in giuria di Concorsi come Piero della Francesca e a manifestazioni poetiche come la Poesia del cuore.  
FORM Pinned down, Thwarted into matter, But the mind is whole, With no defined split. I decline to be, In your perfect, patriarchal pit. It's me! Forging a form, Seeking, declining identity.
THE ABSURD Weird nonsense, Chaotic content: Existing like Fragments of resonance Refracting angles of oblique complexity, That only wisdom knows, In her reflection it remains concave-convex. A puzzle,, Refining rays of reason, Into fusion.
STUCK Moving towards static, Falling back, Stuck in a stack. A mind obstacle, Providing a mechanical defence. Examine the outer body, Outline a plan, Analyse the inner workings, Of this confounded sham. A structured space; Outer casing, In matted meshes, Over lapping tightened grooves, Encasing gears, Ready for mind manoeuvres, Like sharp shears embracing.
ESCAPISM Run , hide, Anything but the truth. These muddy boots like proof are consistently whole. Solitude, isolation and penetration. Run, hide. Bleak beauty incarcerated, Gas chambers and mortification, Another drug induced generation. Run, hide. Death by choice, A blocked nerve unvoiced. Scars, wounds and tattoos, The body untuned. Summon the mind-co-ordinator, Another spirit level. Run, hide, Cancer and devil One more foreign meddle. The pervert in the cell, Sexually molested, Selective justice guides his private hell. Run, hide, But do not tell.
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