Tonight Comments

love the first four stanzas of this poem which present the wisest, most holistic and far-reaching toast I have witnessed. The familiar qualities of a toast are present - the future orientation, the optimistic tone, the delight in companionship, the hope for universal benefit - but you also go beyond this conventional framework. This is not limited to one New Year but celebrates newness itself as a force energizing our lives. It's not even limited to people living since you also embrace the dead in your words. And most impressively you adopt a cosmic perspective in stanza four that I found exciting and liberating. All this makes the suicidal fantasy (It is fantasy, right?) all the more puzzling. And suicide itself is treated almost like a joke. Why? This toast makes me want to live a fuller, more generous life, it fills me with new vigor... How can this mood be a prelude to The End? Or am I missing something?

'I'll give my pen a glass of ink' il verso finale ha in sé, insieme, l'immaginifico della poesia e la sorprendente arguzia della parola.. Thank you for sharing