The Lord, the angel of death, the butcher, the bull, water, fire, stick, dog, cat, mouse.
Highdown Fair, Angelo Branduardi, 1976 At the fair the East for two cents a mouse My father bought it. It was the cat that ate the rat that my father bought in the market. It was the dog that bit the cat that ate the mouse which my father bought to the market. It was the stick that beat the dog that bit the cat that ate the rat that my father bought in the market. It was the fire that burned the stick that beat the dog that bit the cat that ate the rat that my father bought in the market. It was water that extinguished the fire that burned the stick that beat the dog that bit the cat that ate the rat that my father bought in the market. It was the bull who drank the water that extinguished the fire that burned the stick that beat the dog that bit the cat that ate the rat that my father bought in the market. It was the butcher who killed the bull that drank the water that extinguished the fire that burned the stick that beat the dog that bit the cat that ate the rat that my father bought to the market. And the angel of death on the butcher who killed the bull that drank the water that extinguished the fire that burned the stick that beat the dog that bit the cat that ate the rat that my father bought in the market. And finally the Lord's death on sull'angelo butcher who killed the bull that drank the water that extinguished the fire that burned the stick that beat the dog that bit the cat that ate the rat that my father bought to the market.
Taken from the site "Giangiacomo Feltrinelli Editore, http://www.feltrinellieditore.it/SchedaLibro?id_volume=5001423
" Human history is the story of their misunderstandings with God, neither he understands us, nor we understand him. "Saramago The Old Testament, where Cain, the biblical personification of evil, is a man neither better nor worse than others in the presence of an evil god , unjust and envious, that really knows what he wants and especially does not like men. Twenty years after
Gospel According to Jesus Christ , José Saramago returns to explicitly deal with religion a test for impeccable style and narrative irony. If in the past, the Portuguese Nobel prize had given us his version of the New Testament, now engages with the Old. To do so, choose a character and more negative, the biblical personification of evil, he who kills his brother Cain. Reversing the traditional perspective, Saramago makes a human being neither better nor worse than others. On the contrary, the god who is out of the narrative is an evil god, unjust and envious, that really knows what he wants and especially does not like men. He is a god who refuses, apparently only on a whim and indifference, Cain's offering, resulting in the murder of Abel. Cacciato and sentenced to a wandering life, the destiny of Cain is that of a traveling PICARO riding a mule through space and time, in a wasteland at the dawn of humanity. Now the protagonist, now as a spectator, this cute little adventurer a 'villain through all the most important episodes of the biblical narrative: the expulsion from Eden, adventures with the insatiable Lilith, the sacrifice of Isaac, the construction of the Tower of Babel, the destruction of Sodom, the episode of the golden calf, the tests imposed upon poor Job, and finally the story Noah's Ark (the end of which, with a master stroke, the author changes the course of human history). personal and ironic rewriting of the Bible, Cain is an outstanding literary invention and a powerful allegory that depicts the absurdity of a god who is more cruel than the worst of men. The major work of a writer at the height of his maturity, perhaps never so clear, lucid and lively.
Biography of José Saramago José http://www.feltrinellieditore.it/SchedaAutore?id_autore=253847 Saramago was born in 1922 in Azinhaga, Portugal. Two years after his birth, the family of the writer, he moved to Lisbon, where his father worked as a policeman. The economic difficulties that the family pays, forcing him to abandon his studies and to take different jobs. Make it the blacksmith, the designer, proofreader, translator, journalist, and literary editor and production in a publishing house. In 1947 he published his first novel, Land of sin receiving a lukewarm reception. These were the dark years of the dictatorship of Salazar: Saramago is constantly subjected to the censure of the regime on his journalistic writings and is kept under control by Pide, the political police salazariana, who always manages to escape, even when - in 1959 - he joined the Portuguese Communist Party, then illegal. In the sixties the business of journalism Saramago and directed towards literary criticism, and in 1966 he published his first collection of poems, Poems possible. This was followed, in 1970 the collection probably cheer and chronicles of this world and the other 1971, The baggage of the traveler and the 1973 Opinions that DL had 1974. In 1974, the year of the "Carnation Revolution" - the military coup that marked the end of the fascist regime in Portugal - opens a new phase in Saramago's literary novel that takes shape in the 1977 Manual of Painting and Calligraphy , while the following year a public land called Alentejo. Also during this period he wrote for the theater (The night , 1979 and What do I do with this book? ) an activity that will continue in subsequent years ( Second Life of Francis of Assisi , 1987; In Appointments , 1993 and Don Giovanni, or the dissolute acquitted in 2005). In 1982 he published Memorial convent (published in Italy by Feltrinelli in 1984), the novel gives him notoriety worldwide. following year the death of Ricardo Reis (1984, Feltrinelli 1985), The Stone Raft (1986), History of the Siege of Lisbon (1989). In the nineties, leaving The Gospel According to Jesus Christ (1991), Blindness (1995) and All names (1997). The first decade of 2000 is the most prolific writer of Saramago, which he published seven novels: The cave (2001), duplicate Man (2002), An Essay on the lucidity (2004 ) Intermittences death (2005), Small memory (2006), The Journey Elephant (2008) and Cain (2009, ed. Com. Feltrinelli 2010). In 1998 he was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature, a recognition that aroused much controversy in the Catholic world for its well-known anti-religious positions. Controversy that they did decide to move to Lanzarote, Canary Islands. And 'who died in June 2010.
"... like water in a ship torn ..." The Black Swan
Picture taken in Glasgow, Scotland, August 20, 2009.
"In the sleep of Leo, the seedy characters of dawn, the characters slept soundly in the morning while the sun shines and defeat the light filters into the room from all sides as the water in a torn vessel, came in, went out ... Carla's mother, Michele, had been complacent and obscene gestures, but their figures paled as if the light had faded outside the ... asleep while Leo made every effort to retain them, "not that I intended," he repeated subconsciously "not that you gave me", a poetic voice and distant, full of faint reproach, calling him from some remote place, "Leo, Leo, aroused, I am "always unconsciously deluded that he was only a dream and willfully closed his eyes, wraps up in blankets as he could, he hoped, that momentary confusion vanished, to return again in the thick and delicious tangle of the dream ... but the calls were repeated more and more clear, at last a hand shook him by the shoulder: then he opened his eyes and saw Marion. " (Taken by Alberto Moravia," The indifferent, "1949)
(Photo taken in Rotorua, New Zealand, January 20, 2008)
Taken from the site of the online bookstore "IBS, Internet Bookshop, book review of" The Black Swan. As the unlikely governs our life "by Nassim Taleb N. (2008) http://www.ibs.it/code/9788842814788/taleb-nassim-n-/cigno-nero-come.html:
" What is a Black Swan? is a isolated and unexpected event, which has a huge impact, and that only in retrospect can be explained and made predictable. Nassim Nicholas Taleb, a professor of American Science of uncertainty, and author of best-selling book Fooled by case, believes that fads, epidemics, fashion, ideas, born of genres and art schools, finance, economics, all follow the dynamics of the Black Swan. In practice, this applies to everything important that happens around us. According to Taleb, in the individual life and private life, as in the social and public, we act as if we were able to predict events, from the sentimental to the historical, natural ones. Take, for example to the profession we chose, meeting with our partner or partner, the decision to live abroad, with a sudden enrichment or impoverishment: how many of these things happened according to plan? And if we take the attack of 11 September 2001, the tsunami in the Pacific in 2004, the rise of Hitler and the war that followed the rapid end of the USSR, or the spread of the Internet, we realize that the logic the Black Swan does not know what is more important than what is known. Swan and caused many blacks are magnified, for better or for worse, precisely because they are unexpected. Taleb in this essay argues, against many of the habits of thought, that the world is dominated by what is extreme, and unknown very unlikely (according to our current knowledge), and we continue to deal with secondary issues to focus on what is known and repeated. Instead, the Black Swan, the extreme event, should be used as a starting point, not as an exception to hide under the carpet. The author proposes the idea bolder, and more annoying, that despite the progress of our knowledge, the future is increasingly unpredictable and therefore, to live in the world today, is required much more imagination than we have . In the first part of the book, Taleb explains for the most distorted in the way we perceive events, historical and current, and the mistakes we do when the confirmation and we know we forget the lesson dell'antibiblioteca Umberto Eco has more focus on unread books and treat knowledge as an opening to the improbable, rather than as a treasure or a tool to increase self-esteem. Taleb calls this kind of "antistudioso" new Socrates knows he does not know, that more advanced age and accumulate more unread books, "skeptical empiricist", because you do not cheat by Platonism of certain abstract categories that would harness the history, but it encounters the eccentric jump and the fact that the empirical reality is neither balanced nor reasonable. The second part of the essay, "We simply can not anticipate", about the mistakes we make when we are dealing with the future and limits of science that have some "anchors" to some estimates, rather than assessing absolute certain ideas and their real consequences. The third part, "The Swan dell'Estremistan gray", explores the topic of extreme events, explains how it is generated the great "intellectual fraud" of the Gaussian bell curve (the normal random variable), and reviews the ideas of natural and social sciences together under the label of "complexity". Taleb on these pages try to explain how you can reduce the surprise effect of a black swan, always subversive, turned into swans and gray and then becoming a general idea of \u200b\u200bthe possibility to occur. The finish is characterized by practical wisdom: the author invites us to be half iperscettici confirmations of others, and half aggressive and confident when others advise caution. He concludes by reminding us that we, in our small, we Swan blacks, unique and unpredictable. "
" ... The ' Encyclopedia Galactica defines a robot' a mechanical device intended to perform the work of a man '. The marketing division of the Sirius Cybernetics Society defines the robots 'the friend of plastic which is good to be'. The hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy defines the marketing division of Company Sirius Cybernetics 'nag a bunch of idiots who will be the first to be put on the wall when the revolution will' and put a footnote on page where it says that the editors will be happy to receive applications for use by anyone who is interested in doing Editor robotics. Curiously, an edition of 'Encyclopedia Galactica that for a lucky chance has been increased from a time warp of a thousand years in the future, defines the marketing division of the Sirius Cybernetics Society ' a bunch of idiots who have pain in the ass were the first to be put on the wall when the revolution there was .'..."
Adapted from: Douglas Adams, "Guide to the Galaxy per gli autostoppisti", "Urania", 1980 ( The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy , 1979)
Never - I mean never - try to sit astride a crocodile, 5 meters long.
( tratto da guardian.co.uk - http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/jul/13/drunk-tourist-crocodile-fatso-australia )
A man ejected from a pub in Australia broke into a zoo and climbed onto the back of a crocodile, which bit him on the leg before letting him go. Police said the man had a lucky escape. The 36-year-old, who police said had been thrown out of a pub for being drunk, told officials he scaled the barbed wire fence surrounding the Broome crocodile park in north-west Australia on Monday night because he wanted to give the 5 metre long animal, called Fatso, a pat. "He attempted to sit on its back and the croc has taken offence and spun around and bit him on the right leg," police sergeant Roger Haynes said. The saltwater crocodile then inexplicably let the man go, and he climbed back over the fence to safety. The man, a tourist whose name was not released, suffered some "very nasty lacerations" and was taken to a hospital, said Haynes. "Saltwater crocodiles ... once they get hold of you, are not renowned for letting you go," Haynes said. "He's lucky to have escaped with his life." Saltwater crocodiles are the world's largest reptile and can grow up to 7 metres. They have become increasingly common in Australia's tropical north since hunting, which almost extinguished the species, was banned in 1971.
I remember when rock was young, me and Suzie had so much fun holding hands and skipping stones, had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own, but the biggest kick I ever got was doing a thing called the Crocodile Rock. While the other kids were rocking Round The Clock, we were hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock. Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking when your feet just can't keep still, I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will. Oh Lawdy mama, those Friday nights, when Suzie wore her dresses tight and the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight. But the years went by and the rock just died, Suzie went and left us for some foreign guy, long nights crying by the record machine, dreaming of my Chevy and my old blue jeans. But they'll never kill the thrills we've got, burning up to the Crocodile Rock, learning fast as the weeks went past, we really thought the Crocodile Rock would last. Well Crocodile Rocking is something shocking, when your feet just can't keep still, I never knew me a better time and I guess I never will. Oh Lawdy mama those Friday nights, when Suzie wore her dresses tight and the Crocodile Rocking was out of sight. I remember when rock was young, me and Suzie had so much fun holding hands and skipping stones, had an old gold Chevy and a place of my own, but the biggest kick I ever got was doing a Thing Called The Crocodile Rock. While the other kids Were Rocking Round The Clock, we where hopping and bopping to the Crocodile Rock.
Finally an evening dedicated to Dylan Thomas, and finally in Italy. As part of the summer cultural festival " from town to town" organized by the Municipality of Porto San Giorgio , in Marche, one of the most beautiful villas Sangiorgesi host scholars and fans of Thomas, for a night of poetry, and beyond. During the evening, which I will speak also about the relationship of Thomas with Italy, its translation copyright (think of the translations of works by big-rewriting poets such as Montale and Bigongiari) and this blog is dedicated to him, there is also room for bilingual readings of his poems and listening to radio recordings of his original voice. The evening will conclude with a concert of classical guitar Fernando Espi.
Very interesting, in my opinion, the choice of the combination of readings, recordings, given the importance of the vocal and interpretive work of Thomas, on which we focused on other occasions already . To be fully appreciated in its musical quality as well as aesthetic language, the poetry of Thomas needs to be recited aloud. The New York Times called it "both a speaker and a maker of poetry." Thomas manages to invest the word of a power that transcends the written page, as noted by Giorgio Melchiori, who sees in his work "a try, fully successful, to bring the mass of spectators to the sense of taste and sound of the language English (albeit with a Welsh accent), the importance of the rhythm of discourse, and the charge of hypnotic words themselves, regardless of their meaning. " Thomas gave it to the language the power to break the mental associations and language traditional forms of research unexplored, so that a single word acquires multiple meanings on different levels, connected to each other. The pure referentiality disappears, and the world of language becomes world unto itself, in which images and words are defined through an internal network to the text of links and associations. The world is as "transformed" into words. Here's the menu: Thursday, July 29, 2010
21, 30 - Canossian Villa, Porto San Giorgio "The last of the bards. Evening Dylan Thomas" Lavinia spoke Layers, a scholar of Dylan Thomas Reading the texts interpreted by actors Listening to the original recordings of the voice of Dylan Thomas Concert Fernando Espi (Guitar - Spain) from V Festival International Guitar Joaquin Rodrigo
"I know I'm not alone even when I'm alone ... "(Lorenzo Jovanotti, 2008)
(Photo taken January 17, 2008 at Sandspit, New Zealand)
("Mud" - Ben Harper & Jovanotti, Sanremo 2008)
"I know I'm not alone even when I'm alone, I know I'm not alone, I know I'm not alone even when are only. Under a sky of stars and satellites, including the guilty victims and survivors, a dog barks at the moon, a man looks at his hand, seems to be that of a child when his father took him and lifted him up like nothing, it was beautiful landscape seen from above, one threw on things before thinking, his hand was tiny but grabbed the entire world, now the city is a foreign film without subtitles, the stairs are slippery to climb, slides, water slides, ice on things , the TV said that the roads are dangerous, but I really feel that the only danger is to not be able to hear anything, the scent of flowers, the smell of the city, the sound of scooters, the taste of pizza, tears of a Mom, the ideas of a student, the intersections possible in a square, to be with the antenna raised to the sky. I know I'm not alone, I know I'm not alone even when I'm alone, I know I'm not alone, and I laugh and cry, and I merge with the sky and the sludge. I know I'm not alone even when I'm alone, I know I'm not alone, and I laugh and cry, and I merge with the sky and the sludge. The city, a foreign film without subtitles, a pot that cooks pieces of dialogue, how are you, how much, what time that happens, they say, those who believe, and then you see, you feel alone on the side the target, and become a leper when you make a mistake, a cartel of six meters says everything is around you, but you look around and instead there is nothing, an old world that is only thanks to all those who still dare to fall in love, and music that pumps blood in his veins, and that makes me want to wake up and stand up, stop complaining that the only danger is to really feel they can no longer hear anything, of not being able to hear anything. The beat of a heart inside the chest, which gives rise to a passion project, appetite, thirst, evolution in action, the energy released in a collision. I know I'm not alone even when I'm alone, I know I'm not alone, and I laugh and cry, and I merge with the sky and the sludge. I know I'm not alone even when I'm alone, io lo so che non sono solo, e rido e piango, e mi fondo con il cielo e con il fango, e mi fondo con il cielo e con il fango, e mi fondo con il cielo e con il fango."
