Artist and Poet
In the last 3 years poems of hers have appeared in Nuovo Paese, Southerly, Poetrix, Muse, Spindrift, AliTra, Idiom and The New England Review. The April 1998 issue of Convivio Vol.4 No.1 had publishes a review of her work along poems. Mary is the author of the poem "Your Eyes"-"Occhi" performed by The Matchmakers: Jan Cocks and Lee Cocks, especially composed music accompaniment of the CD Words of Love, launched Aug. 1999, for futher details see next page.
In 1996 she received a grant from the South Australia Council for the Arts to have a collection of her poems translated with a view to publishing a bilingual edition(still in progress of being published).
Mary has studied psychology, graduate in homoeopathy III (Adelaide Training College of complementary Medicine Newton,Adelaide), Community Service & Health III , graduate in Psychotherapy MASC (HOM)-MASC (p.t.h.)-MASC (N.L.P.)-BSYA (A.P.) , Family Therapy, diploma in I.H.Massage(Indian Head Massage), diploma in Crystal Healing Therapy, certificate in Color Healing Therapy and Chakra Balance + Energy Point and Perception + in psychometry and intuition ("Inner Realm" Metaphysical Centre South Australia). Specialize in Emotional Honey Streaming Sensory Experience Release Therpy (Tantra) and Clay Therapy.
Mary recentely degreč on first and second Reiki - Usui Shiki Ryoho - natural healing therapist and REIKI Usuo Shiki Ryoho Master Degree' Reiki & Seichim Master.
She's also a member of A.F.N.T. Inc. (Australasian Federation of Natural Therapists Inc.).
Isobel Grave, a graduate of the University of Westerm Australia, is an Italianist with a background in poetry and linguistics, and interpreting and translating. Her interest in poetry began with a doctoral study on the early Italian tradition completed for the University of Oxford.
Over the past 3 years she has been involved in the translation of the works of Mary Ceravolo. Isobel teaches Italian part time at Flinders University, and works as an interpreter and translater.
I am hungry
fill me
with your sap
burnt earth
I am weary for peace
I reach my hand
into your roots
and draw in your life,
dying a small death,
emerging from it
bewildered
strengthless.
But living.
Ho fame,
saziami
della tua linfa
o terra bruciata
ho sonno di pace
tendo la mano
nella tue radici
e l'accolgo,
per morirne un poco
per emergerne dopo,
confusa,
stanca, ma viva.
I want you more than ever now
unique, erratic, ill-formed
ironic shaper
of my one reality
to bring my springs back to life
to give new outline
to my knowable essence
taking it beyond
the changeless and obvious markers
set by the flight of time.
Ti voglio quanto mai
unico convulso spastico
produttore sarcastico
del mio unico essere
per rigenerare la mia acqua
per sbozzare nuovamente
il mio io scibile
oltrepassando cio' che rimane
immutevole e palese
del tempo che fugge.
We are exiles
anxiety our new-born child;
desolate we move around
our fragment of world
endlessly combing.
Clandestini nel puerperio
del pesante pensiero
vaghiamo desolati
rastrellando di continuo
il nostro pezzo di mondo.
I see you
pursuing those
who shrink from knowing
and chasing
your own fevered longing
for birth and for extinction;
for cancelling out your self,
spirit's earth-exiled embodiment,
for changing form and flowing
like a luminous part
of the heavenly constellations.
Ti vedo
rincorrere l'orrore del sapere
il delirio di venire
di tornare alla terra
d'annullare l'essenza
l'essere esule della mente
divernire fluido
come luminosa parte
di costellazione celeste.