FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2010
Poetry
Tra gli Aranci (Among the Orange Trees)
- C. Aliberti
Winter in the Valley
- L. Basile
The Red Heather of Stenness
- W.K. Buckley
Holy Water (Acqua Biniditta)
- L. Calio
Landfall – Western Ireland
- K. Cain
Pizza by Vespa
- D. Cartaina
Screaming Like a Banshee
- B. Curley
Foreign Exchange – Armagh, 1965
- L. Dolan
The Little Flower Dethrones the Artichoke King
- G. Fagiani
The Urge to Dream
- D. Festa
A Blessing on Irish Women
- M. Flannery
Red Door
- CB Follett
Family Portrait (Ritrattu di Famigghia)
- M. Frasca
Language Lessons
- M. Galvin
Aboard the Aran Seabird: Leaving Inishmore
- J. Kearns
La Nebbia Veneziana [Fog in Venice]
- M. Lisella
Bakery Girl
- N. Matros
Envious While Leaving Innis Mor on the Ferry
- R. Moeller
Greeks Have a Word for It
- P. Nicholas
The Sicilian Talker
- J. Novara
Calabria Discovers the Sea
- D. Pucciani
Gun, Knife, Shovel
- E. Schear
My Father’s Religion
- E. Schear
Ancestor Conflict
- J. Wells
The World Has Moved
- A. Zanelli
FEILE-FESTA
Spring 2010
Prose
John O’Donohue: The Celtic Soul
- L. Calio
Legami Letterari tra L’Italia e L’Irlanda (Literary Links between Ireland and Italy)
- E. Farinella
The Last Fireman
- R. Junker
Our Lady of the Implantable Defibrillator
- V. Maher
The Blue Cat
- F. Polizzi
FEATURED ARTIST
Andy Kover
BIOGRAPHIES
Contributors
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FEILE-FESTA is a multicultural journal of literary and visual arts, both print and online, published by the Mediterranean Celtic Cultural Association and Paradiso-Parthas Press. NOTE FROM THE EDITOR On a summer trip to Donegal, my wife and I found her grandfather’s farm house, then followed the road signs, written in Gaelic, which led to the awesome cliffs. We still remember the sounds of the uileann pipes and the Bodhran Celtic drum wafting through the pub door, a place where the villagers gathered for conversation and fun, craic as the Irish would say. While traveling around Sicily with my family another summer, I saw with the eyes of an adult and a child and found it’s true, e vero, what Goethe had once written: “To have seen Italy without having seen Sicily is not to have seen Italy at all, for Sicily is the key to everything.” My reactions seemed to mirror the poet, while I explored the lone Temple of Segesta, the Kalsa section of Palermo, the baroque buildings of Noto, the faces of old fishermen and belle donne, and tasted Sicily’s multicultural cuisine. After living or working in all five boroughs, I could argue that New York City is the key to America. The mosaic motif has been invoked many times about this metropolis because there are so many ethnic and racial groups living together, yet it should also refer to the many shared heritages, whether found in a direct family line or through marriage. When my Sicilian grandparents settled in this city, the foreign population was approximately 40% and the “big apple” is once again approaching that same percentage. In this global city these immigrant children will get to know the great-grandchildren of that other mass migration, whose own faces reveal mixed cultures, even in my own children. In the end, Feile-Festa is written for everyone to enjoy even if your family heritage has nothing to do with the focus of this journal – all you need is a spirit of enthusiasm to appreciate the words that are sung on these pages, just as you don’t have to be Italian to love opera, or Irish to love a ballad, or African-American to love jazz. Feile-Festa, the Irish and Italian words for festival, hopes to affirm the spirit of the words of Emerson that “Life is a festival.” All we have to do is open our eyes to notice what is beautiful in life. - Frank Polizzi |