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Leopardi philosopher
BOLOGNA The Bolognese and
THE MOON
the manuscript of THE INFINITE
cited: Zibaldone, Leopardi wrote the book so infinite (La Repubblica, 6 / 9 / 09)
The Icelandic volcano Eyafjallajokul
"everything was already planned, Jack had already written everything," he says A fourth boy, and then and there I do not understand what he means. So Simone opens the book of Italian, and then look for the right page reads: "I could not maintain without suffering, because the length of winter, the intensity of the cold, extreme zeal of state, which are qualities that place, was tormenting me constantly, and the fire at to which I agreed to spend a great deal of time, I dried up meat and tore her eyes with smoke ... the terrible storms of sea and land, the roars and threats of Mount Ecla, suspicion of fire, do not ever bother me intermettevano ... "Yes, the Dialogue of Nature and an Icelander, from the Short Moral of Giacomo Leopardi.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Can A Hemorrhoid Be On Your Taint
See the comprehensive website "Internet culture" on Alessandro Manzoni Alessandro Manzoni opens in Italy (with Leopardi) the great modern literature, created by the transformations epoch-making in Europe that led to the end of 'Old
scheme, initiated by the profound changes since the industrial revolution in the economic and the political aspects of the French Revolution, and through the radical innovations generated in terms of philosophical and literary sensibility cultural and artistic phenomena of extraordinary importance as the Enlightenment and Romanticism. The new story and the new European culture deeply nourish Manzoni's work and especially his masterpiece, the
Betrothed , which are one of the most popular Italian books, known over the years by several generations of readers belonging to each social class, which in turn have variously with their emotions relived the story of Renzo and Lucia on that text and have learned the best Italian. BIOGRAPHICAL
a general summary
Luca Doninelli ON PROMISE
a rich anthology of critical essays
Friday, October 2, 2009
Congratulation Notes Pregnance
The event's capital Romantic culture, indeed of modern consciousness, was the centrality and sovereignty that the person hired in the field of 'experience to the point of becoming the source of all reality and of any value. No more standard or limit, either outside or inside, the 'I took the place of God, of which the powers acquired or imitated, beginning that of creation. prometheism This is also the novelty of the subject which, grafted on the eighteenth-century tradition of the gothic novel on the one hand, by 'more of a scientific trial, featuring Frankenstein, the novel was created by a brilliant nineteen, Mary Godwin Shelley, daughter of the radical philosopher William Godwin and feminist writer Mary Wollstonecraft.
Frankenstein, founder of the science fiction genre, was born in 1816 in a race narrative undertaken in Switzerland with Byron and Shelley to mislead the boredom of a 'bad and appeared in summer 1818 with a foreword by Shelley himself (who had become Mary's husband) was very successful, which was not only literary, but also theater before becoming a film.
three different narrative levels, the first of which is designed
epistolary form, the novel tells how a young man from Geneva, Victor Frankenstein, a lover of natural philosophy and eager for glory, after several searches in chemistry, of 'Anatomy,' s electricity and galvanism conducted at the 'University of Ingolstadt, come to discover the cause of generation and life. Through operations inevitably let down 'imagination of the reader, in his secret lab Frankenstein creates an artificial man, a "monster" by feelings but by myths' looks disgusting, whose views are unacceptable to its creator, now repented of his ill-fated actions. The monster, likely unnamed in the novel, with Lena recounts all the stages of the development of 'humanity, beginning from' learning the language and the discovery of fire, to adapt to 'unknown environment in which it is found to exist. But nothing remains of a child, lonely and unhappy until the pain of the company in need of human beings, but is invariably rejected by all and fled in horror. He then changes his mercy in a furious hatred against 'humanity, especially against Frankenstein: first he kills his brother and then sent to the gallows good home unfairly blamed for the crime. It also imposes a Frankenstein build him a mate with whom to share at least the 'existence, according to an' invention that is very clearly a parody of the biblical account of creation of Eve. Frankenstein refuses at first terrified, later, moved to pity by the arguments of the monster, accepts and begins the construction of a female, but in the end, overcome by disgust, it stops and leaves' s work. He then unleashes revenge already threatened by the monster who strangled Frankenstein's best friend, kills the girl beloved by the scientist on the very day when the two were married. Accomplished 's last crime, the monster flees, pursued from Frankenstein to the North Pole Ice
Here the scientist, is shipwrecked and frostbite, is rescued on the ship to an English explorer who, before dying, tells her story . At the hapless monster, after he visited the remains of its creator, not only can destroy. Despite some ingenuity and some straining, Mary Shelley's novel not only attracts, but surprisingly, the same player today. All 'original' invention, the attempt to show the world through non-human eyes, with effective descriptions and natural landscapes marked by the romantic sublime
and corresponding to 'autobiographical experience of the' author, the clarity and to 'immediacy of the style it should add a capacity to anticipate the time that it would not be an exaggeration to define prophetic. It's hard not to think about the 'genetic engineering, for transgressions that it performs or promises generating beings without identity or history, when the monster of Frankenstein reflects: "But where' they were my friends and my relatives? No father had watched over my early years, no mother had blessed me with her smiles and her caresses, or, if the 'had done all my past life was a dark spot, a gap that does not make out anything. "
The book, whose full title sounds Frankenstein or the Modern Prometheus , is a representation involved, but also explicit condemnation of scientific hubris. The plan is on the narrative sequence in black and mourning the effects of the discovery of Frankenstein. It is in the reflections or statements containing "Learn from me, if not by my recommendations, at least by my example, how dangerous is the 'acquisition of science," said Frankenstein, taking u na millennial wisdom, pagan no less than biblical. And again, shortly before his death, then in a kind of ideal text: "Seek happiness in tranquility and avoid the 'ambition, even if it is only the apparently innocent to stand out in science and discoveries." D 'Moreover, the monster himself wishes eventually reduced to ashes because his remains are not to help "some other curious and sacrilegious wretch" who wants to create a being like him. That the 'utopia of science ends in tragedy is an' admission to which they were forced even the most proud members of romantic rebellion.
[Corriere della Sera, 28/10/2002]
William Godwin was worried when the teenage girl had begun to show extraordinarily bold, imperious and too active mind. And, worse, with an invincible determination in everything he undertook. Godwin to the study of human nature, physiology social contradictions of the law had devoted all his talent. Even a marriage, what, precisely, with the child's mother Mary, a woman 's exception, thinker like him, as he believes that the conventions were going with a look of pitiless lens' magnification. But the mother, the 'other Mary Wollstonecraft, the famous author of "Vindication of the Rights of Women," died in childbirth thirteen years before, at the end of the tumultuous century, that the eighteenth century revolutions and the Enlightenment. He this' rebellious orphan did not know how to keep it at bay: this is why he sent away, far away from the stepmother who hated by petulant sister Jane daughter of the second Mrs. Goodwin and Fanny, the 'illegitimate by his first wife, melancholy and indolent. Far from even those poets, Coleridge, for example, who attended his house and the flared head. But when, after living away that would blunt the character, sixteen year old Mary returned to London, Godwin soon realized that her daughter was not changed, indeed. While the stubborn daughter was away, a young man barely twenty years old, an ardent admirer of "Survey on political justice ', the most important work of William Godwin, the disciple had said in a letter he had received permission to attend it. 'S first year, 1811, for he had written a pamphlet entitled "Necessity of 'atheism', the boy had been expelled from University College, Oxford. His father, Sir Timothy Shelley, was furious - not only hated the rest of the pamphlets, but also novels and poems that the first-born Percy Bysshe persisted in writing since she was ten years old. And the more he became furious when the son who followed the libertarian principles of Godwin and Tom Paine, after getting her pregnant, had married a sixteen year old Harriet Westbrook.
Two fathers in anguish, two rebellious children and stubborn: This is the premise of one of the most famous love affairs, most passionate and most senseless of European Romanticism. Because when, in 1814, Mary returned Percy met at home in the living room of his father broke a spark between the two fatal. The poet realized this immediately, as he wrote some time later a friend: "In June I was in London with Godwin ... There I met his daughter Mary. 'S originality and grace of the personality of Mary appeared on his own movements and tone of his voice. L 'irresistible impetuosity, and the sublimity of his feelings were manifested in his gestures and his looks. Com 'was persuasive and com' was his pathetic smile ... In a short time to devise a 'burning passion to have this priceless treasure. In my mind this feeling took a variety of forms, myself concealed the true nature of my condition. I celarla also tried to Mary, but without success. " What
Shelley, a man of great enthusiasm and completely free of hesitation, she tried to keep hidden his passion to the girl is rather doubtful, if before the end of that month of June, the two became lovers. Probably, however, both struggled to keep hidden so unseemly love of his wife and his large group of her family. But even here the 'failure was total. All responded. Godwin spoke with fiery words to his followers: "I never thought that you would sacrifice your personality and interest, the happiness of a worthy wife and innocent and spotless reputation of my young daughter to 'violent impulse of passion. "
Shelley said he understands, but which Mary Harriet, already the mother of a child and pregnant with her second child, she spoke directly with the despair of a betrayed woman, she was ready to give up. It was then that the poet understood that to realize their love did not stay that way: the escape.
was difficult to convince small Godwin, not yet seventeen, in a gesture so extreme? Maybe Mary reluctantly. But when Shelley came to her with a dose of laudanum and a gun declaring himself ready to commit suicide if she had not consented, he was quick enough in putting aside his hesitation, the 'filial love, reputation, moral scruples. It was fixed date, 28 in July, was found a partner, sister Jane. That same July 28 the two lovers decided to keep a diary common. Shelley wrote the first page: "The night before this morning, since this was all decided, I have ordered a carriage to be ready for four. Vegliai until the 'light and the stars paled. Finally came the four ... I went, I saw her, she came to me ... Some preparations must be completed and she left me for a short period of time. I also find it appalling that time, there seemed to fiddle with their life and hope; few minutes passed and she was in my arms. We were saved, we were on the way to Dover. " The flight ended
Only two years later, December 30, 1816, when Mary and Shelley were married. During that time, spent in wandering madman between 'England and the Continent, focused events that a' whole life barely contain: Mary has two children in the first dies giving birth Harriett's son Percy, sister Jane becomes the 'lover of Byron, Mary wrote the book that will give everlasting fame,' Frankenstein 'Fanny,' s other sister committed suicide, shortly after Harriet committed suicide, Shelley pursued by debtors and by the fury of the father loses custody ignominiously the children of first marriage.
Only the philosopher Godwin does not seem to lose the phlegm of inveterate thinker. When he finally becomes Mrs. Mary Shelley, wrote to his brother: "I do not know if you remember the miscellaneità of my family, but at least you may recall that I only have my two children: a daughter by my first wife and a son from my wife today ... The news is that you should report that I accompanied the girl to 'altar some' time ago. Her husband is the eldest son of Sir Timothy Shelley of Field Park, County of Sussex, Baronet. Thus, according to the vulgar ideas of the world, married well and I have great hope that the young person is a good husband for her. You ask, I think, how a girl of limited means to do such a good marriage, but that's life. "
[Corriere della Sera, 22/07/2004]
[Corriere della Sera, 23/09/1996]
Friday, September 25, 2009
White Discharge 3 Dpi
go to the link:
Republic - March 23, 2004 page 39 section: CULTURE
The last letters of Ugo Foscolo's Jacopo Ortis constitute the 'novel of Italian incunabula: incunabulum say in the etymological sense, a first printed pattern played with strong close to the original manuscript. In the pages of the novel, a book of letters interspersed with narrative connections drawn by the hand of the recipient, leave to alert the 'smell of' fresh ink, the wax which sealed envelopes, there are still traces of crumpled paper from the hasty hand of the courier mail. There is the 'smell of tears of the unfortunate boy who wrote to the fury of preparing to die. Jacopo commits suicide - and the novel is the story of a suicide announced - as may happen to 'exit from' adolescence, an excess of vitality, so that the world does not meet your requirements, because it appears hostile to your wishes, and are desires that are beyond your dreams. In high school we were told that James kills himself for love, for love and that suicide was the disease of the century: see how the disease had been described with analytical precision Werther in Goethe's exemplary text for our Foscolo. The fact is that in Jacopo Ortis (now Republic offers a selection of letters by Anna Modena) that evil is not projected as an abstract evil. Foscolo was the race of Kleist, of Pushkin: he was contemporary of Beethoven who composed and published the String Quartets, Op. 18 between 1798 and 1801. And that is why, even from outside 'idea that the story, dictated by the passions of youth poet Tomb, is a slavish imitation of Werther, for that matter, because the evil there is projected as the abstract, it is the' incunabulum of the Italian novel, and is at the root of our narrative tradition. That evil is seen as Foscolo a concrete outcome of history. Crosses, in 'existential misery of James, in need of a God who disappoint me if it senses the proximity, the strong political disappointment, to' helplessness in the face of fierce proven "sale" of Venice to the Austrians by Napoleon -, settlement of 'extreme residue of Italian liberty, the echo of a distant reality of' autonomy over the centuries it was kept under low flame species. Napoleon arrived with its promise of liberty fraternity equality for all Italians, but promises were made of petrified gaze meduseo reasons of state. And Venice was mistaken for a shred of peace, forgotten soon regardless. The famous opening words of the novel, marked almost in blank verse - "The sacrifice of our country is consumed: all is lost, and life, even if it is granted, there will be crying for our misfortunes, and our infamous' - which does not appear in early versions of the printed book, the Bolognese pirate, counterfeit additions and corrections that would make it less stodgy editorial censorship, is present in 'desired and revised edition 1802 by' author, that he sent after him to Goethe In a letter dated January 16, "will receive the first volume of my little work to which perhaps gave rise your Werther. I grieve that you do not see if not the first acts, so say, the tragedy, the latter is the more real and warmer. I painted myself, my passions and my time under the name of a friend of mine ammazzatosi in Padua. No more I do not have merit in the 'invention having taken everything from the truth, my fellow citizens pray my style to a' lack of models for work where I had to get me my own language ...». The real Jacopo Ortis, student at 'University of Padova - frequented by Foscolo -, was killed with two stab wounds to the chest, leaving no word to justify to friends, relatives, a gesture so extreme. That mystery, that courage were an inspiration for writers. A possible Italian novel had distant examples, in Boccaccio and the Renaissance novelists - were narratives of comedy, witty life. Then, with their teaching on the actual reality, for a novel can overlook sponsoring the shadows of the great historians, Machiavelli and Guicciardini. In Foscolo, c 'was close, the' example of Alfieri with the 'tragic courage of its existence. Alfieri had written his own life in the years when Foscolo to put his mark Ortis. Life was published posthumously in 1804, when the already 'knew Ortis success. The two books are the first listings of modern fiction. And James, in this context, it is key to his character, according to one writer 's today, Aurelio Picca, an old male and Outdated. Abandoned to 'instinct, the uncertainties of interior lights, the evil of his life turns into an excess shoreless for civil and political vitality 's investment. The passion and enthusiasm for home Teresa, the woman he loves and the practical interests of a family in which politics is mixed, prohibiting him, led him to commit the ultimate gesture. But labor is not so straightforward: bubbles in his complex life, ardent, full of sensuality and physicality that were its author, a life always uncertain and only guided by the blinding light of a vocation. Foscolo was his burning of the enchanting beauty and youth. One of our classics, perhaps with Nievo that he was devoted, is one in which - read it in the magma of the diamond her letters - never realize how hot the 'smell of broken life, just the' smell and perfume. Uncertainties and contradictions of existence the mark. Journal of 'Napoleonic army, wounded in battle, the' love of liberty made him a perennial disobedient chased by calumny, until he decided to abandon the 'imitating Italy and take refuge in London, always looking for novel, in the semblance of Didymus Cleric Sterne. But his sensitivity, his intelligence, his clarity of expression prompted him to draw the 'incunabulum I said. Pros and cons of our novel are all crowded in Jacopo Ortis: an uncommon lyrical force of writing, and in this no compulsion in predetermined syntax. The characters have depth because you put the focus of historical reality: their suffering and their tragedy is marked by the contingencies of 'labor where they all had a lot of casualties. The storm of the Napoleonic wars is more than a canvas background: instead makes everything uncertain, wounded and suffering. On the one hand, the 'vertical height of feelings that have no name, from' other things, the giddiness of those who live those feelings at being imprisoned by the facts. Since the conflict was born exactly a novel was still exemplary. -
SICILIANO
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Pentecost 2009
PIUS CREDULITATIS affectus"sweetness in the belief that makes us perceive the" things spiritual "as real
It strikes me that statement because I perceive it as something" interesting for me and my life.
Somewhere in me resists this greyness and inspiration to change, to the lack of traditional canonical religious life.
But soon I wish something would help me, help the human race so dry this distinction between spiritual things and the world silly, because heaven and earth are indeed one reality.
This is REAL, I do not (want?) Perceive as the worldly existence separate from the spiritual. It's a question of depth or vertical or horizontal. He to do with the fullness of joy. We should not need high nominalist ("this is the Spirit") to give value to property or discredit them.
They are, in themselves, for themselves and relate to each other.
and contact with this unit that makes the sweetness of belief, a feeling of profound joy.
If you do not have contact are not spiritual or mundane, non-participation in Being itself, I have the experience of separation (dia-dance) and then open the door to evil.
fact the streets for the perception and life itself, for itself interrelazionatointerrelazionato can be many, and not all may be the eye human secularized called "celestial", "spiritual."
I recently spent a week training in Trento and Sasso Marconi, I did a "bath" in People and in _Nuovo. These dimensions made me feel present to me and to others. It was not an ascetic practice or celestial say we want. Trivial (but it is not in itself) was a human experience of Humanity, and Humanity for Humanity. This doxology
liturgical flavor is a good indicator of things "heavenly" (canonically cartels) but at the same depth (human) self-sentient.
Da-sein, Da-sein.
I would like to specify that the mystic unity I do not think it has to do with the desire nirvana None.
I would say that is a quality of life fully.
not full of things and experiences of people (this is a process of reification to distinguish from what Christians call the Incarnation), but full because I'm right where I am with what I am in that moment .
scholastically would say that we are in substance with a certain indifference of accidents.
is clear that the void created fears distant and ancient. So much so that the attraction towards the vacuum is given in the symptomatology of those suffering from vertigo. You
attraction "terrible" because it is losing.
But while it is the experience of forgiveness that brings the most powerful experiences of love.
is not a meticulous work of chiseling where the imperfections are raised to perfection. This process involves a horizontal
diachronic development, so dear to the West liberal. I believe that the vacuum instead of providing "jump". In the placenta, amniotic
of life experience waves in different directions and fall on deaf ears with the incredible experience of loss may be a prelude to the generation of life.
is an empty hall of more freedom, new independence. And this can be done in linear temporality, but there are punctual events that recall the need for this vacuum created.
I think the hypertrophy of the vision cristianocentrica (not Christocentric) has changed the pre-belief of the Resurrection (formerly the Pharisees are in contrast to the Sadducees claimed annihilating in an attempt to cover the mythical symbol of the Void: Death.
So the end of earthly existence became unbearable contradiction that was a complete revelation in the existence of ultra-land forever.
And again, Heaven and Earth where these may be worth more, legitimizing conditions inhuman life on earth for a greater good. But the risen Jesus is the Jesus who walked in Galilee, Jesus is in itself, before and after, beginning to cook fish on the shores of the lake to the incredulous apostles, thus sanctifying the everyday loam.
This I would therefore speak of another way of resurrection and eternal life. Foundation of existence itself, for itself and for others ... not accidents of heavenly life Ultra-Earth post-mortem.
The question I ask and I would like to start putting more and more is: what and how many death experiences I had in my life? Many micro-
dead. The experiences of the failures, the reports being closed, the loss of family ties, betrayal ...
you break into the Void with the fear that there will not come out EVER.
... So then, how many and what I lived experiences of resurrection?
Every time that vacuum was not Forever.
remains with the Death event considered "final" (perhaps finalizzante would be more accurate) the existence (loam). Without this natural limit, nothing would be perceived as having meaning. Everything would be mistreated equivalent.
An end to a terribly tragic life is not so much for the share of pain that leads to the sufferer, but for the loss of natural limit that gives meaning to existence (Women who are no longer able to rework abortions lose the compass of his own existence, is not only "guilt").
It could be argued by contradiction that we love because we know we can kill and be killed.
Hence the entropic search idealized love capable of going beyond death, but often this process leads eidetic In addition, in the sense of distance (not again) by Life, thus creating the prelude to an earthly death before that loam .
You kill, you take away their lives for love. Love can not be enough, maybe we should get some metaphysical arrogance and make a landing on the reality principle to achieve a healthy "Disenchantment" of existence. We are often
Zombie, the walking dead who can not be dead.
Then eternal life is the accident itself encompassing the full life for themselves and for others.
We experience eternal life when we carry the distinction on the brink of the void as if it were an endless abyss, but when we continue to create breathing spaces and solids in the only possible condition of life: earth.
a new heaven and earth meet (but they never leave, it is our opinion to justify cognitively posted to our united effort to perceive them) in the exact moment that alone justify [not redemption yield of Justice but] the fullness of Life.
So it is no longer afraid of death loam pperché has seen that it is far more terrible than earthly ....
Tradate, Friday, May 29, 2009