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Aesthetics against communication (7). Roberto Saviano, the author of "Gomorrah" on

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I had already heard some interviews with Roberto Saviano, I must say, however, that on Wednesday 15 ottbre Matrix from Mentone, my admiration, respect and affection towards him have grown enormously. He was there from Mentone after that, the mouth of repentance, has been known of aggressive and stubborn will to kill the Camorra of Casale manifested against him.

Roberto Saviano is a guy - man, grew up fast, high intelligence, impressive for the capacity analysis that places in things that way. He is passionate about his work, writing that has literally dedicated his life and that, paradoxically, removes it to him as forced to live under protection. A life overwhelmed and humbled. His eyes are deep and vibrant, however, scored in a veil of sadness for youth that can not be enjoyed in full and sacrifice, in many ways beyond our understanding, to which it is given and he was sentenced. I admire his strength, his energy into the thing and tell the will to live that does not hide. It is time to restore their possibility. Saviano is a hero, but as everyone has the right to live happy.

few times I had the opportunity to understand some social phenomena such as the Matrix the other night. As rightly noted Mentone, with humility, with his tell Saviano has been able to tell us many things and make us think about important and complex phenomena relating to the Italian mob, the most ruthless and at the same time as this.

What struck me in particular. I was struck by the violence and meanness of the libel against him in the territories of which he narrates. I can not forget, and I still feel anger, the things said by some young people in the service sent on the air in front of the school Casale di Principe. The boys insisted on two things. On that he (ie Saviano) is making money on their shoulders and that you do not understand why he says and writes those things because no one raped his girlfriend, or have made an insult or hurt in some way (as d ' Besides repeating the school employees, relative of the local boss). Speaking of the boy has been interviewed about various things. The way he put himself in speech and arrogance make sense the desire to please his fellow citizens with the stupidity that there Camorra but there are many people who work (as if Saviano's book was not directed to the knowledge of the facts and redemption of those areas), to want a graceful, especially someone who is listening anyway. The ingenuity nell'ammiccamento indicates, by implication, a state of submission, because they have no intention of being involved in acts of denunciation, almost a personal guarantee.

Young people who have a marked road, victims of themselves and the world around them, if they consider that the reaction against the Camorra IN Saviano is just because the writer "tells untruths". "What would you do if someone tells a lie about you or your family?" Asks the young journalist to interview, as if to say "that's not how it works?", Reversing the victim with the hangman and justify what is happening as desired and sought after by the same writer. Young people without prospects who can not look away. Young people that you can have compassion for their imbecility, and that led one to understand what their standard of living in those cities in turn rough and squalid, and built by the mafia took just as they are.

The other thing that struck me is the answer to the question of Mentana Saviano on why a writer and his book had caused such resentment, hatred and the desire to kill him. Saviano has responded with a passion and a belief not common, revealing a great truth a little consideration from a world that, despite living communication can no longer tell reality. Saviano for the storytelling, the art of storytelling, makes the reader enter into that world, warns as something that involves his underwear, his thoughts, his feelings, is no stranger. Take a position. Saviano adds that success in the world of the book, which now no longer belongs to the author, forcing anyone living in those territories, where Italy meets another person or another part of the world, to "take position ". We can not hide. Dropped all the masks behind which to hide and give up, you have to take place.

Ulrich

Monster Fridge For Sell

Matrix Spike Lee does not do miracles against

I went to see Spike Lee's film "Miracle at St. Anna" for two reasons. The first because we are faced with the great director, one of the most interesting of the American scene. The second with the intention of immersing myself in an important moment in our history (World War II and the Resistance) and subject to too many bad revisionism attempts to confuse or delete the values \u200b\u200bof our Republic and democracy.

For the second aspect of concern remain, because the building is not historic, indeed many novels, as evidenced by the author at the beginning of the film, and some disappointment leaves. From this point of view is more valuable than the service provided Minoli in his fine show "We are history", for the exact historical reconstruction and the story of the massacre survivors. The film is based on the novel by James McBride and it wants to keep research "mystical - metaphysical."

As regards the first aspect of the film was pretentious. Lee has implanted a building very complex and full of stuff. As in a puzzle that do not always succeed in matching all the tiles. There is everything and more: the American interracial conflict, the inhumanity of war, the loss of their moral boundaries, the burden of anxiety about the consequences of his actions, chance and fate, the eternal war between good and evil, betrayal, faith and uncertainty toward God

short, a difficult subject complex and that Lee has not handled with ease, causing loss of enamel to its ability to investigate the human mind and the baseness of society, the contradictions of a world of violence that makes his favorite guide, as occurred in other works.

The film opens with one of the main characters watching a film with John Waine old hero in the U.S. that brings freedom and democracy in places where it is brutally suppressed. Spike Lee suggests that it does not want to narrate from the perspective of black and white, good and bad on the one hand all of the other as is the American style. He wants to put more nuances to say that things are more complicated and do not always reach their intended purpose, without denying, however, that the two sides have different value, indeed the one are the opposite of the other.

The narrative fabric has many smudges despite the ploy police deployed at the beginning to give rise to the long flashbacks that gradually brings us back to those terrible events of ' 44 in Tuscany, on the Garfagnana mountains, around the river Serchio, and area of \u200b\u200bSant'Anna di Stazzema, when the Germans during the retreat for the advance of the allies, had formed the line Gothic and decimated the inhabitants of the villages with the excuse of being complicit with the partisans (German terrorists view). A Sant'Anna were killed around 560 civilians, men, women, elderly and children with great ferocity in logic to sow terror and contempt for a people who had an ally turned rival.

The film, even if it lasts two hours and a half, is moving and at times even overly melodramatic aura, mystical ed'incanto coming from the baby (Angel) and the African-American soldiers that they become care, living in a world of childhood magic and religion, you can follow to the end.

Faced with what is happening, the impossibility that reality can lead to redemption, the film offers other emergency exits that are found in the magical world of the child and the marble head, "head of Venus" that the black American saldatone (the giant chocolate as he calls the child, Angelo, which saves lives) you carry around like a magic talisman religious. Two other films I recall it, is definitely a "Life is Beautiful" Benigni, where the horror of the extermination is the enchantment of the eyes of the young protagonist and the other a light of redemption, perhaps also the director, " The night of San Lorenzo, "the film by the Taviani brothers 82, with which the filmmakers tell the same war through the eyes of the girl, the protagonist of the film, the colors of the old fairy tale and epic. In the film, the Taviani brothers, the night of the war promises a day of hope. In Spike Lee, it seems that the accounts are not yet concluded, if it all starts with a murder waiting for years, as a historical revenge. A veteran, now alone with his sad memories to sell stamps and to keep the head of the Venus of the bridge of his dead friend to save the child, in 1983, with a gun given to him by a German captain who saved his life, shoot the partisan traitor who allowed the massacre. Just that child will save him from conviction for murder. He became a rich man, the biggest seller of security systems, in a world where fear reigns now (or creeping of a war imminent?).

Ulrich

Cervix High And Soft One Day Late

Aesthetic Communication (6) - Bologna between memories and present

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Some episodes of the news I have reported racial to mind a recent trip to Bologna and moved to some reflection.

Early September . I'm in Bologna, I return after a few years. The heat Executioner and back pain bothering me incessantly. Despite all this I start to wander, hoping to revive some memories. In the past, Bologna was one of my favorite cities: memories and intense student political activity. Erro for the city, runs through the center following a case, the flows of people (Bologna, tourists do not know) and arrive in Via Paolo Fabbri 43. I can not remember the Gucci of the eighties and its Bologna. Retrieval from memory verses of his song, "Bologna" to say, from Metropolis (1981), to savor some of the nuances in the verses and carnal rich contradictions of a city that was already booming country then. The province healthy and active:

"Bologna is a rich lady who was a farmer: / well-being, villas, jewels ... and salami in the window, / who knows that the 'smell of misery to swallow is something serious / and want to feel safe with what she's wearing, because he knows fear. /

The smell of waste your well-being but with the strange combination / of the dead before the dreams St. Petronius your / and your Bolognese, if any, there are now or are you lost / confused and linked to thousands of different worlds? / Oh how many words you sing, rocking the cliches of the people, / it's like singing songs that sing about nothing ...

Bologna is a strange lady, vulgar dame, / Bologna child for good, Bologna "Busoni", / Bologna navel all push me to a hiccup and a burp, / m remorse for what 'you element, which is almost remember, and the scent of the past ... "

Bologna that has always boasted of its opening, the civilization reached, with the integration (the southern going up), organization and solidarity. A city to boast about in the slogans "a city like Bologna DC if the dream," we were screaming in southern events when the DC prevailed in the South, as if to underline the backwardness.

The back continues to haunt me and I decide to return to the hotel to lie down and rest a little. On the way to Piazza Nettuno, which is teeming with tourists. I confess a sense of dissatisfaction. Bologna is approved as the other cities that do not know what to feel a strange and disappointing. The memories have taken perhaps the upper hand, and a comparison with this does not hold.

Because of the pain I decided to lie down to relieve back pain, on the benches at the corner of City Hall. The benches are arranged in a circle with two seats. I sit on one side, listening to the conversation that a group of elderly men and women are on the other side of the choir. They talk about the high cost of living, the curse of the euro, inflation. Among them is also an old pensioner of Basilicata (says so and I also recognize the accent, most of the slope field), who lives in Bologna with a child. The tones reveal regret and pessimism, the arguments are confused, or bundled without head nor tail. Suddenly approached by a black boy who asks a few coins with plaintive tone, saying that he is hungry and not eat for days. In response to a rash of no. Then phrases like: "look a bit 'that." The South declared: "we think more of them and those who think the rest of us?". It is the beginning of a spiral that spins wildly on itself. The terms are becoming increasingly violent and racist anti-immigration, which is colored dirt, fear, disease, violence, arrogance. In short tumbler is all the paraphernalia of clichés common problem on immigration.

I get up and I'm leaving. I do not want to argue, as would certainly happened in the past. I repeat, in the opinion that Bologna is a city approved the other, and that the climate of fear, which is blown up, is present and tangible and that this is the current climate. I place myself in gear and I think I do not like most Bologna. Across the road, and I linger on the monuments, with the hope of finding hope.

Early October. news stories:

"in Parma, Parma civil, municipal police had beaten up a young man from Ghana, Emmanuel Bonsu Foster, wrote on his practice and the explanation: "nigger." Were hunting for drug dealers and found Emmanuel, which is not a drug dealer, is a student. Indeed, it is a student who fights them drug dealers. She was beginning to work as a volunteer in a rehabilitation center for toxic. But it was enough that he had black skin to trigger the sadism of the brigade, kicked, punched, spit at the "nigger"

The roots of hatred and racism are taking root in our country. In addition occasions I have pointed out that the self-fulfilling prophecies can. This is what is happening and I do not think the time is favorable to change the situation. Curzio Maltese agree with what he writes about the "Republic" by the way of "The poisonous fruit zero tolerance" . Emilia and I think how much humanity and solidarity have been wasted or are being wasted. Improvisation of our politicians, and how much manipulation there is around these phenomena, which departs from a more serious and concrete problems of our cities.

Early September . They are in Bologna. I'm here to follow the events in Urban Dance Festival, now in its twelfth year and that my friend Massimo Carosi is the artistic director. With Max we put up a section of urban dance festival held in my power in July "Festival of the city of a hundred steps." Meeting another friend, also named Max, and we follow the performances of dance and performance, which occur in places abandoned or in particular places in the city, looking "tourist" has consumed meaningless. Art as life force to give voice to the body, places the architecture. The art to push the look further, creating, in the words of Baudelaire, the great surreal that reveals what can not be found in the banality of everyday gaze darkened. Go further degrading the loneliness and abandonment of our cities, where fear is the host. This tells us the gift of art.

So my slogan "against aesthetic communication" makes sense here, and opens up the hope. The hope of changing the perception of where we live.

Ulrich