Scrivere✍

C’è una sola cosa che si scrive solo per se stesso, ed è la lista della spesa. Serve a ricordarti che cosa devi comperare, e quando hai comperato puoi distruggerla perché non serve a nessun altro.
Ogni altra cosa che scrivi, la scrivi per dire qualcosa a qualcuno.

Umberto Eco, scrittore, semiologo, filosofo ed esperto di media (5 gennaio 1932 – 2016)

There is only one thing that you write only for yourself: the shopping list. It serves as a reminder of what you have to buy, and when you have bought it you can destroy it because nobody else needs it.
Whatever else you write is written to say something to someone.

image: Johannes Vermeer (1670–1671) Donna che scrive una lettera alla presenza della domestica (particolare)

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  4. Una battuta per prendere bonariamente in giro Eco. La lista della spesa la scrivo io ma non per me stesso ma per mia moglie! E una volta fatta la spesa non distruggo la lista ma mia moglie, se ha dimenticato qualcosa 😂😂

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  10. Comunque nel mondo della tecnologia è un ottimo esercizio per non perdere la manualità e fare esercizio di calligrafia 😉 Buona serata Luisa ✒🌺🎋🤗

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  24. That topic is very interesting this might not have too much to do with it but I thought it was important to share with you.. my husband a very intelligent man 25 years older than I college-educated very pronounced personality never even needed a microphone on stage he made himself very well-known in the music world .. anyone can learn so much from anyone but to learn from Gino Gabriel marinucci you were pretty lucky to have him as your Mentor,, get the picture ? HE always had a pen or a pencil and a little notebook with him any thoughts that came to mind He wrote down.. IN his older years he wrote things like, for the winter got to stock up on heavy socks, long underwear check the gloves the hats the scarfs make sure you have bulbs for the infrared heating bulb. He needed Heat constantly even in the summer on his bones . He would write down stock up on peanut butter Soup’s in the can , rice cakes and packages of crackers .. stock up on scotch & Brandy.. stock up on electrical tape writing paper .. over the years I would see his little notes and save them they became mine in the end.. just before he died he said shar : I’m going to get a little group together , I always encouraged him to be the best he could be and he encouraged me , he said please look up three of my musician friends there were all Italians he’s known them since they’re all young boys. He named one and he said get his phone number out I said honey he died two years ago the next one honey get his phone number ,, he’s been in the nursing home for 10 years the third one was younger than gene , I said no he has full-blown dementia aid you’re the last one left out of so so many it didn’t discourage him it made him want to try harder he didn’t like to be around old people that topic is very interesting this might not have too much to do with it but I thought it was important to share with you my husband very very intelligent man 25 years older than I college educated very pronounced personality never even needed a microphone on stage he made his self very well known in the music world anyone can learn so much from anyone but to learn from Gina Gabriel Mary new cheap and you were pretty lucky to have him as your mentor get the picture well yes he always had a pain or a pencil and a little notebook with him any thoughts that came to his mind it right down and there’s older years he would right things like for the winter got a stock up on heavy socks long underwear check the gloves two heads the scarf make sure you have bulbs for the infrared heating bulb which she needed heat constantly even in the summer on his bones he would write that down he would write down stock up on peanut butter soups in the can such like that rice cakes and packages crackers and packages stock up on the Scotch the brandy cognac stock on stock up on electrical tape writing paper and over the years I would see is a little notes and save them they became mine in the end just before he died he said share I’m going to get a little group together I always encourage him to be the best you could be and he encouraged me and he said please look up three of my musician friends they were all the times and he’s known him since they’re all young boys any names one and he said get get his phone number out I said honey he died 2 years ago the next one honey get his phone number Jane he’s been in the nursing home for 10 years has the third one third one was younger than change I said no he has full blown dementia and Alzheimer’s disease I said you have the last one left Auto so so many hits didn’t discourage you it made him want to try harder he didn’t like to be around old people even though he was one way over. He like to be with the young crowd and he would write down music that he played in the forties in the fifties always was writing down the mom the moment that he died he was eating breakfast and he was riding things down and I saved all of those little pieces of paper and things in a notebook and when he died I found love and understanding and those little papers and I saw his handwriting I found notes in different places one morning we had a small argument I didn’t want him to take my Jeep that I couldn’t drive because he had an accident the month before with it and he said I have to go out for a little while and so I wouldn’t stop them of course and after he passed away probably 3 months later I found that note and it said Cher I’m going to church for a little while to think and to pray and relax please forgive me for being old and in the way please have mercy on me I didn’t think I would live to be this age or to be in this shape you are still young I don’t want to be a burden I just am tired and I don’t fit in with this world I’m still in the music world in my head I’m still on the stage I’m still that speaker in the churches I’m still that man with the suits and the silk ties and the tie clips and the French cuff cuff shirts with cufflinks I’m still that man that gets on stage and cracks jokes MC sings Italian love songs and plays his heart out on the sex but the mirror tells me no longer please forgive me for being old at the time I broke down I had to sit down or I would have fallen on the floor notes writings are so important maybe not our own but someone else’s that you’ve known for over 50 years and then they die you don’t have to get along with each other you just I searched for something with his handwriting after he died and I would become very panicky when I couldn’t find it it was like the last link of something then I found his old school books from college and all the notations that he put I love your stories Louisa and this one really made me remember thank you

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    1. How many memories you shared with me, dear Sharon. Thank you for that.
      When my mother died, I went in search of her writings, not official documents, but the little things. I still have even a shopping list written by her and I take it out from time to time😘🧡😘🧡😘

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  25. So sorry again the mic that I’m using went haywire and started to recopy I don’t know what happened but I think if you read the beginning and you read some of the middle and the ending you’ll pick up what I’m saying it does have wisdom in it and in my case your story dear LUISA has more Validity becaus I lived it someone else’s writing to us at times can mean much more than the best poetry and the best stories of someone we’ve never known but when it’s someone we have known all of our life and they’ve disappeared then those notes are like diamonds in our hands . thank you for understanding the MICROPHONE PROBLEM. I’m embarrassed of course but what the hell could I do you just go on with your point.. thank you dear LUISA 🎤🤦‍♀️

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  29. Buongiorno Luisa,
    sì, in linea di massima è così. Forse anche un diario segreto si spera, sotto sotto, che venga trovato da qualcuno.
    C’è però una forma di scrittura che è solo funzionale a se stessi, è la scrittura di sfogo, terapeutica al benessere. Sto pensando ad alcune lunghe lettere arrabbiate che ho scritto a mio marito, alla mia preside, a qualche mia amica dove ho sfogato rabbia, delusione, amarezza, lettere mai spedite e che poi ho strappato: la negatività come per miracolo si era trasferita sul foglio e era svanita.
    Scrittura terapeutica.

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  32. 😊 so true, but I don’t destroy my shopping list – I reuse them. When I go shopping, I check them off; next time I uncheck all and do it all over that way I don’t have to rewrite the list all over because I pretty much ran out of what I normally buy anyways. Thanks for the perspectives.

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