“The opposite of love is not hate, it’s indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it’s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it’s indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it’s indifference. Because of indifference, one dies before one actually dies. To be in the window and watch people being… Read More The Opposite of Love
Ogni anno ci ripenso, alla storia di quella scappatella del 1967 che da oltre mezzo secolo, arrivata al 29 settembre, mi frulla irrefrenabilmente per la testa. Il resoconto di un adulterio, raccontato in un periodo in cui la società italiana lo considerava ancora un tabù, e in anticipo sul Sessantotto, la contestazione, la rivoluzione sessuale.Il… Read More L’avventura del “29 Settembre” 🎵
” Sorrow and scarlet leaf,Sad thoughts and sunny weather.Ah me, this glory and this griefAgree not well together! Thomas Parsons, 1880, A Song for September The beauty and sadness of September rendered in a few lines, full of musicality (alliteration and rhymes) 🍂🍁🍂🍁 🍂🍁🍂🍁 🍂🍁🍂🍁 🍂🍁🍂 CANZONE PER SETTEMBRENostalgia e natura vermiglia,radiosità e rimpianti sconsolanti.Ahimè, tanto malessere e… Read More 🍁 A Song for September 🍁
Questo è il mio racconto pubblicato nell’antologia “Racconti Lombardi” (edizione 2020) Era stanco di quella vita faticosa, arrivata alla soglia di un inverno in cui avrebbero dominato solo ricordi da dimenticare. Aveva da tempo smesso di rimpiangere gli atti mancati e le rose non colte, ma continuava a provare un sordo malessere, incontrollabile, come il… Read More L’addio ai monti
“Most of the evil in this world is done by people with good intentions.” “Half the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don’t mean to do harm; but the harm does not interest them. Or they do not see it, or they justify it… Read More T.S. Eliot & Evil
The Summer that we did not prize,Her treasures were so easyInstructs us by departing nowAnd recognition lazy – Bestirs itself – puts on its CoatAnd scans with fatal promptnessFor Trains that moment out of sightUnconscious of his smartness – (Emily Dickinson – Poem 1773) When the gifts of summer were close at hand, they went… Read More “The Summer that we did not prize…”
Non monsieur je n’ai pas vingt ans Non Monsieur, je n’ai pas vingt ansVingt ans, c’est l’âge durCe n’est pas le meilleur des tempsJe sais, je l’ai vécuJ’ai dansé sur quelques volcansTroué quelques souliersAvec mes rêves et mes tourmentsJ’ai fait mes oreillersEt je dis encore aujourd’hui :Je suis comme je suis Oui, je me souviens… Read More Addio, Juliette Gréco, neanch’io ho più vent’anni
On 5 February 2018, the Boxer announced he would hang up his boxing gloves. Paul Simon (who was 76 at the time) spoke about his retirement from touring in a letter to his fans, adding he would embark on the farewell concert tour “Homeward Bound”. His words were:“I’ve often wondered what it would feel like… Read More The Boxer at Rest
For the first part see here:Paul Simon: “The Boxer” (2.Analysis – first part) Verse 4 Now the years are rolling by methey are rockin’ evenlyI am older than I once wasand younger than I’ll be and that’s not unusual.No it isn’t strangeafter changes upon changeswe are more or less the sameafter changes we are more or… Read More Paul Simon: “The Boxer” (2.Analysis –second part)
[This is the update of a post already published on 30 March 2017] “The Boxer” is a character analysis: a young man disappointed with the world, who leaves home while still a child, and tries not to draw much attention to himself, because he knows he will be accepted or at least ignored only if… Read More Paul Simon: “The Boxer” (2.Analysis – first part)
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