Opera Buffa is Tomaz Salamun's last testament. It is a book rooted in
torn landscapes of Central Europe and the Mediterranean. Crafted from
place and power, these poems are fragments of collective memory. "There
are hands, inside. Concordance rises / There are no foodstuffs. There's
no branch." These are poems that examine what is tender and terrible in
the world, ranging from the extrajudicial civil massacres of partisans
during and after the Second World War, to the prejudicial violence
carried out in twenty-first-century Europe against people forced to
migrate from the Middle East, North Africa, and India. Opera Buffa
witnesses anarchical plutocracy, climate catastrophe, and so much more.
"Do you feel the footsteps?/ Do you feel the approach?" This is Opera
Buffa.