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The meaning of life according to Franco Manzini (a black fable)

Franco Manzini had matured since the thirty years the habit of getting up early in the morning. Initially to be made that the wrong suffered a sleepless night, following custom, this custom was now a reason for comfort, a reason to go forward. Just woke up, the sun had not yet been announced by the rooster, Franco ran into the house as if in search of an object not found. Every day newspapers and sifting the net for some news to hook on which to reflect during those early morning waking hours. It seemed an officer to his corpse, a soldier of a fortress Bastiani behind which you could see a shadow gradually turned off. Yet, those who had seen the first thirty years of age, what now appeared to be a pole of a man attacked a few shreds of meat would not have inspired the mixed feeling of misery and compassion that inspires no one today would dare to donargliela. It was rather a handsome, flourishing, growing between the sun and the sea and took its origin in the long and sharp features of his muscles, in the bronze color of the skin and into an unnatural tendency to lighten hair gradually asserted its dominance in the summer. He had the character of what is certainly not sad that it delivered to the ranks of those who face life as if it was the frontman of a band, it seemed the very antithesis of that character which Kant describes as the one that comes and goes on the stage of life showing nothing more than a wimp. But life, life is a stage, changing and often do not forgive neither the talent nor the intelligence to those who have the bad habit of not abound with words. And so was Franco, a shy type, reserved man who loved solitude of secluded beaches and firmly believed in the meaning of the words he used. Franco If you said "you I love "was not to cover a gap in time between one or the other sex but because we believed in and had this unhealthy inclination to faith in the next that made him a victim easy and example of a world that was not. He wrote very well, Franco, and expressed his silence filling up with signs all that passed within range. By the sentences of Henry Miller reported on the wall year graphomaniac agendas and notebooks that he had given to his fingers, the hump of the camels. Calli calli on a verge so many messages in a bottle, a strange loner who sought to share in the silence of eternity and an escape from that time seemed too chaotic to be smart about something. Not an unhappy man, he would have said, but one that smiles with the corners of the mouth and does not let go because too perfectly at ease in adulthood and in the rejection of the logic infantilism. He had no child hidden inside, or was exercised in practice and violent middle-class dream. What I wanted was the habit of saying, mentor not aware of the unfortunate truth is the subject for those who want peace. If he had something to tell you, you can be sure that you would face, without ever resorting to the mirrors are easy to hide its weakness. No, he did not belong to that race of men who say "I love you" to fill a gap in time between the other was a fuck either one of those people who says "I stopped loving you" by proxy of a mechanical means. She had a poise that made him certain charisma, like women, Franco, like a woman, Clara who lassoed his honesty and strangled him for good, perhaps without even meaning to. Like two perfect lovers unaware of the world and its troubles, even if the world had its troubles them and some would make them weigh on their young shoulders. Franco had not thought that Clara and kept them to himself as the most sacred mysteries. "You must understand my love," said the conviction would have been enough that his blind trust in the feeling tried to keep them together forever. But Clara was not ready for that maturity, or perhaps France was not ready for that love so that from day to day, in the sudden turn of a night she said goodbye. Clara's rejection against everything he had believed, literally used it as a coat for a good season and then gave him the sack. "I'm tired of you" not to miss anything and did not tell him even in the face. He waited until he was far to make him pay all of a blow to its distance, its separation, that his love is so different that in his eyes was only indifference and cold. Clara A heat of the stage was missing Franco and those who were simply good at anything she showed that requirement in their drama of life that she tried running away unknowingly every need of truth. Franco found himself suddenly alone like a dog, repeating in the mind of old tired refrains melodic songs that never ever would have remembered if he were healthy, while the night was a black dog to bite him in the stomach and did not more sleep. Surrounded by the ambivalence of the new scenario that could see love grow and flourish happy, his tumor was growing inside the cell without any change. His body did not lose weight, but almost immediately lost tone, his stomach began a desperate struggle against his starvation. It was now like a bow out of sight and without energy that tended the space needed sadly to drop to the ground that he wanted to shoot the arrow far. The sea that had first appeared to him now accepted as a palliative, a large great blue cave down in which he tried in vain to find the silence and erase any image passed. The eternal sunshine of the spotless mind pursued him like a memory so distant as to be nothing but a timid ghost. There are those who pretend to die to feel alive, Franco now belonged to that breed of men who pretend to live and to feel something or not is not the problem arose because he did not feel anything. He noticed that everything had changed when they started to give him his legs, as if their nerve endings had gone suddenly haywire. Sometimes he could not even get out of bed, the other had asserted the need for someone, especially when the heat strong requirement on its head and its residual strength was drained in rapid moments. Waking up early in the morning he was so right to life, as if it were a human being down, which took power from the darkness while you scared of the sun. Actually I was also afraid of the dark and more than anything now feared that his love of solitude became the obsession of being chosen only by compulsion. Not that he had left a few friends, he no longer enough for anyone if they had been involved in any accident. And maybe why they called for caution, with that low whisper that had once been deep and vital. He remained, to be honest, in constant expectation of a pillar of salt, was in constant expectation of his Clara, writing only for herself and for her all that from that day onwards he could think of. At first he wrote, "Why?" Chipped up a wall of a house under construction, a few months after writing that had been buried and that because the plaster had been in like a shark's jaw to smash the bones and organs returned intact . It seemed no chains Prometheus, Prometheus with his teeth and execution of all packed into the guts torn envelope of skin that he wanted to offer still in its Clara but now she did not refuse because it was more slowly vanished. A Eurydice is not, what is worse for those who think they have some similarity with Orpheus and a huge inferno to explore every day. And that day, Franco began as usual in the mirror. Buttoned shirt with a slow pace of his fingers were going to look for those holes in the deepest darkness, arranged her hair with her hands, as he had done repeatedly during the day and then sat down at a table staring at the blank. For three long, long hours, while the news of the morning kept repeating incessantly the exact same news. And none who spoke to her. Awoke il sole, la casa dei vicini prese immediatamente vita e dalle pareti sottili che separavano le loro abitazioni iniziò a sentire lo spettacolo per lui indecente della felicità delle famiglie ordinarie. Non ce la faceva proprio a gioire della loro gioia, ogni risata, ogni voce viva che gli capitava di sentire per lui era un ulteriore centimetro di lama che passava a scorticargli lentamente i tessuti vitali. Come in una lenta tortura cinese che ti scava goccia a goccia fino a quando di te non rimane nulla che un’ultima impressione di follia, quel rito mattutino ripetuto per decenni e che aveva visto i figli diventare padri e i padri nonni lo consegnava non tanto al rimpianto della famiglia che non aveva mai avuto né voluto avere, perché amava Clara e la verità to the point that they can not lie to any other woman, but rather handed to the ritual even more painful than the memory of all the moments he could not live them next. In memory of the kisses that had not given her or on her lips now that those of other deadly sounded like an hourglass. For the first time in his life that day, announcing that sunny day in September, Franco admitted to himself that it was all over. It took another thirty years to figure out exactly what was obvious from the first minute and not only evident in the eyes of others but especially to her. However blindness also known to kidnap the brains stronger when they are deeply in love, then be like a miracle in reverse, in an epiphany di luce che annuncia tutto tranne che una riconciliazione. Allora Franco comprese tutto quello che avrebbe dovuto capire, legò un nodo a un trave nel soffitto e si impiccò senza pensarci due volte. I bambini dei vicini erano appena usciti, la madre li stava accompagnando a scuola, un diario aperto e bianco non lasciava nemmeno una lettera di addio, perché all’improvviso si era accorto di non avere più nessuno. Lo trovarono seguendo la puzza quindici giorni dopo, nessuno ne aveva denunciato la scomparsa, nessuno si ricordava ormai che fosse ancora vivo.

Gregorio Sorgonà

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Politics and Life

Ieri sera a Mosorrofa, il mio paese di origine, abbiamo svolto un dibattito sui cosiddetti “problemi territoriali” che riguardano la nostra frazione. Un dibattito svolto nella piazza principale, con l’intenzione di riprendere in mano un luogo comune di discussione. Una piazza reale e simbolica se consideriamo il modo in cui costantemente i processi decisionali della politica vengono alienati dalla grande maggioranza della popolazione e ristretti dentro cerchie di elite. Una piazza, però, simbolica non solo delle proprie potenzialità ma anche dei limiti che il discorso pubblico incontra dopo anni di assuefazione a una logica della politica che tende a sostituire il cittadino con lo spettatore. Eh si perché è innanzitutto di questi limiti che mi sembra doveroso parlare, perché solo partendo da una analisi sincera degli errori che compie chi, even in its small, it wants to change this world that we will be able to do so. What is missing in this public discourse, for the constraints and restrictions that has lived, it is the policy of as "art" of the resolution of disputes through reasoning and concrete proposal. For this reason, in my introductory remarks I stated it would have been very useful and perhaps even troublesome focusing on a revival as a list of problems that were going to deal with because none of this was an emergency but if anything were all emergencies latent in some cases for decades. At a time when politics becomes a form of public space for the relief of the citizens do not go much further from having replaced the psychoanalyst's couch with flowers and fountains in a square but the fact that the call has occurred despite the stubbornness of those present to dwell more descriptive of the appearance neglecting the situation when the proposal is a positive sign of a vision of political action modeled on the shape of a state that is slowly fading, ie a state where the citizen at all levels has a counterpart representative delegated to solve instances that this 'last shows. The principle underlying this vision of the relationship between directors and delegating is the classic of the meeting, in which vision is absent or the whole principle of the conflict. Two are therefore the initial limits on which I think is important to consider: the first is the absence of the second proposal that the absence of struggle. No coincidence that these two items because I insist on the separation and almost the contradiction between their mail has been a common feature of the ideology put into circulation in the last 30 years. Almost a form of tautology in the collective, or what they wanted to impose as such, those who protested and did not propose proponents did not protest. It must be said that if this view of things was so great because the course is actually those who take the trouble to complain he did, often per sua colpa ma per oggettiva difficoltà delle circostanze, nella scomoda posizione di chi si accorgeva dei limiti di una condizione presente senza tuttavia avere i mezzi o le condizioni per pensarne politicamente, e quindi anche secondo un principio di organizzazione, il superamento. Ora io non penso che questa condizione sia un frutto esclusivo di tante dinamiche locali convergenti quanto il risultato di un processo globale di ridefinizione del “sistema mondo” dal quale ovviamente anche le dinamiche locali non sono andate esenti. È mancato e manca ancora, come ieri sera ho potuto registrare, una sorta di adeguamento linguistico alla svolta, che attualmente non mi pare reversibile, cui si è giunti grazie al cosiddetto processo della globalizzazione. A striking example is obtained by considering the constant use, then that is a resort but not as old as current issues handled, the analogy between our situation and that of the "Third World". An incorrect use, which denotes a worldview remained primarily associated with a representation of this using words cut on a bipolar confrontation no longer exists and that even during the conflict were, in my opinion, misleading. Not only is there more to the "Third World", since there never really was, but that does not even exist anymore, at least not as we know it once, is that first world where the ease of outcome was supported by an economic condition of domination, and inter-domain, the rest of the world that I think has been unparalleled in human history. Indebolitasi, I think to the point of no return, that structure also state the language awareness of the change of pace is essential if you want to understand how to react. If the state is empty of meaning if every day we see how they are produced in the body of the meshes of inefficiency that is because it held that the civil service has been emptied from the inside, and sometimes totally at times partially alienated to concentrations of private interests. That function failed, or a weakening of the function - in order not to be too ultimate - is not even the classic function of the political class, that just becomes more and more class by itself. It is no coincidence that today make use of terms such as caste, because the time necessary to say of representative politics, when its historical function is exhausted forced as it is between two extremes, is the vigorous defense of its privileges of body now separated from society. The historical process that we have lived leads in fact to a polarization between the alienation of the decision-making power to external centers of power within representative areas - first of all, Parliament - and a response that non penso andrà molto lontano se tenterà di ripristinare il passato e quindi l’assoluta centralità di quel potere e del modo in cui esso “discendeva” sui propri soggetti subalterni. Tanto per intenderci la risposta fornita attualmente da quell’area politica estesa dal Partito democratico fino ai transfughi finiani non mi pare che vada molto oltre questa visione per questo dimostrando di essere già vecchia prima ancora di essere nata. Se una delle due polarità è il lobbysmo o quello che con termine più vicino a noi potremmo definire il “comitato d’affari”, l’altra polarità, potenziale e proprio per questo esprimibile, è quella della rivalutazione dell’azione e della democrazia diretta. Per due ragioni: la prima, essenziale, è che senza di essa il processo lobbistico non avrà altri freni oltre quelli che da sé stesso si porrà per potersi mantenere in piedi, la seconda è che nella riattivazione di questi circuiti “esistenziali” oltre che politici può uscire fuori e quindi può essere pensata una forma di vita collettiva e una comune etica migliori di quella oggi egemone. Possiamo essere più felici, meno vuoti di quanto attualmente non siamo a patto di riscoprire la bellezza, la felicità del pensare in comune il mondo e magari così da poter riflettere, col senno di poi e più serenamente, sull’impoverimento non solo economico ma anche valoriale a cui ci ha ridotto un sistema, such as capitalism, which is the only one based on a leveling unit, despite extremely leveling the peaks of wealth, such as money, and at the same time, is a unit of measurement is no longer the measure of itself . Now this convergence of flattening and excess generating neurosis and wicked society, the form of action contrasts with a common vision of life less flattened and does not negate the value of individuality at the same time in the state, as capitalism , as if anything that says there can be no individuality in the presence of a leveling process of alienation of the vast majority of human beings for the fundamental decisions their everyday life. This way the steps are many and certainly not easy, but indicate a method of action or intervention does not hurt and you have to do with resolution, even if they deserve that grace the people to whom I address myself because often the best of intentions. In our, albeit small, if the joint proposal resulted, finally, is not a proposal but a single set of proposals that attempt to hold together the political complexity in which it is now more than ever explicit. Complexity in which the representative is not any less time, because its crisis trend certainly does not indicate his absolute discharge, but rather provides that in appropriate instances are not raised made only present but also resolved according to the means and availability possible. But complexity in which the other time, that of the active policy, that of creative conflict is exercised through both the concrete proposal - which in our case has been provided for at least three points on the agenda on which, however, I do not not going to dwell too long - is through reasoned forms of conflict which can be the holding of a press conference inside at least one of the issues raised, that of illegal dumping, in which we are going to put your feet directly over the face a few days to give visibility to the conditions under which poured through a conference press. The conflict should be remembered that it must be exercised in accordance with different levels of alarm and second progressive levels of response so that, in this case between the various matters raised, this will be a first step in which, possibly, others will follow. If there is something that today's policy does not require that it is the impromptu debates or protests to do good to see that we are aware of things because, mind, consciousness of things is now so widespread that it does not show serves to make us dislike or think they know (or, in other words, victims of that, to me, however unworthy, but persistent cultural ghettoization that you end up con l’essere “i soliti comunisti”, anche se il comunismo, quello pensato non quello realizzato o conosciuto fino a oggi, è ben altra cosa).

Io con questo concludo, anche se penso che molto altro vi sarebbe da dire e che probabilmente dirò in seguito, visto che il mezzo su cui mi esprimo consiglia di essere sintetici. Però un’ultima cosa la vorrei dire, un’ultima cosa che riguarda il mio presente, la mia vita e che va anch’essa messa in causa per capire cosa significa fare politica nel senso pieno del termine. Fare politica e farla nel modo in cui io la intendo, ossia nello sforzo difficilissimo ma non impossibile di rivoltarsi con l’intelligenza contro lo stato di cose presenti, also means to suffer the wounds difficult to heal. Making policy in this way for me has meant alienating many opportunities to live "decently", receiving a salary, it has also meant taking time away from individuals whose presence was a joy for me. And they are things that weigh when they are misunderstood or mistaken for unwillingness or inability to express the good that you feel the love that goes into a person through those small details so important to me but I denied and I deny often just to live with what little I have. Last night I talked, and talked about that I'm not a bad speaker, and turned me inside my head the images of just lost my love, del mio pezzo di cuore che se ne è andato e insieme a quelle vedevo anche le immagini della tanta gente che accodandosi al quieto vivere, che è il quieto vivere di un mediocre che fa cover di pessimi gruppi inglesi oppure quello di un mediocre che da piccolo voleva fare l’assessore comunale, ha però ottenuto quella felicità che a me è negata: la felicità di poter vivere stabilmente con la donna che si ama. Monia io ti ho persa anche per questo e me ne rendo perfettamente conto, ti ho persa perché non riuscivo a venire meno alle mie responsabilità e al mio modo di essere al mondo. Perché sin da piccolo non ho mai sognato di imitare qualcuno ma ho sempre desiderato – di sogni ne faccio pochi – cambiare il mondo anche against hostile forces. I do not know if I could but I know that love has meant to me that you recognize in myself that I wanted to change the world remaining accountable to their commitments, also on condition of negligible even as long as you look too hard, too long to I can give what I wanted to give you. And believe me I would have given the gift of everything I have, although I have is so little, if you had asked me. You do not understand you and maybe I know what I mean bad. Now it's all over me and left a void in our hearts as big as the love I feel towards life and towards creating a life that is not flat and imitation. If the void and the full balance each other will not know, I just know I loved you so much, che ti amo ancora e che mi manchi da morire.

Gregorio Sorgonà

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Friendship

Una gatta si fa le unghie sull’albero più sghembo che ci sia in piazza, quattro ragazzi si danno l’arrivederci perché qualcuno parte e qualcun altro resta. Da anni alcuni di loro condividono con me il mare anche se gli passo almeno una generazione e li ho visti crescere. Mi viene spontaneo dire loro di tenersi stretta l’amicizia perché è il valore più grande che c’è. Passano i climi e passano gli amori ma i miei amici non sono passati mai né mai mi hanno chiesto qualcosa che non fosse la mia disponibilità ad ascoltarli e la loro a sentire quello che avevo da dire. E in questo When I give credit to the many reasons for pessimism anthropological and absolute distrust of humans is precisely the presence and persistence of these reports crystal that keeps me in my belief that humans can live much better than currently not do. Exemplary figures, as other figures are examples of how not being in the world. If I have learned that love can be even less because they "do not dress up as" it is the intelligence of my friends that I go and that their particular humanity that makes them so different. And so in the last breaths of fresh air finally tonight I think of you and you speak. I think of Antonio, which the my friends is one of the oldest and always pretend not to care about what happens to me but is always present when he realizes that things are going wrong, for Antonio, who in his laziness has never pulled back and no one has ever because you never tried to buy would be sold to Demetrius that among my friends is what has grown more than any other and that in these days to pull myself up the morale I shamelessly did win the pool - otherwise demonstrates a combination of luck and skill that makes tetragon the defeats - at Christmas who taught me to take life as it is and always joking, to Joseph that is perhaps too abrupt but it is so altruistic that would the heart if someone asked him to Sebastian a few mistakes tonight cards did exacerbating the inability to concentrate that manifest in these days and, finally, to Valerie and Barbara, I never tire of repeating, is the most beautiful women , decent and honest that life has given me the joy of meeting. Each of them deserves a lineage or deserved because if it is true that the weeds are reluctant to die like this then that is even greater incentive to play the villain who has nothing. Why, though often simple and without too many large claims, you are a beautiful people by the look that betrays grievances or frustrations but you live in the truth. In front that prevails in the false reports that have the constant winds weaker in the face of deception of those who hugs you to throttle better, facing the loss of meaning of basic words and speed of feelings rude, I call you friends and in doing so, my sleep becomes lighter. I love you and I want there forever because I know that no interest will blend ever among us and will always be a mutual self-giving what we call "friendship" to do the pale fatuous vacuous and loves of a judge who loved more by the way as that which leads from the well and the intensity of the feelings that animate it. But such baseness should not care, because time will do justice to the reckless, mean-spirited and the profiteers of the season, this should not be cured but, like Giordano Bruno, cleaving the skies and rise to infinity leaving behind what others, from a distance, they just look scared by 'eternity of the flight. So Good night my friends that time is short and tomorrow is still day at the beach and beauty to be set between the eyes and skin.

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This time on the bench, people started to crowd. Words are like fish hooks from infallible bait for the men. The need to communicate our race is almost inexhaustible, proves the existence of those I call "sites of speech." You see someone chatting on four iron badly assembled as well as a bit 'rusty after a few days and others a little at a time approach with their gestures of approach, all bold and all timid. There's a little 'fear of making cautious, but the road that is taken is always that side of the approach of taking things lightly even heavier. If the post is manned by old yesterday, which seems a kind of tutelary deity of the place, after a while 'slowly, slowly get a lot of crazy in my country. He wore a Panama hat, one of those hats are easy to hole those that rail offers its employees who work along the railroad. Port sunglasses almost pince-nez and a toothpick in his mouth. Down, bending in three equals two feet off his shirt - they feel the heat too crazy - is in an undershirt, welcomed reach and then back down to the city with a pitch of snail. They say he has gone insane because his wife left him and when she returns from vacation with her new husband then takes him cycling and walking in front, playing jumped, as if to announce the parade. He does not know that if you love someone then you have to let him go and maybe you know it would do him good, but there is now a fugitive, and certainly prefer it when he dresses as a sailor and organizes sessioni situazioniste di ginnastica da strada. Il mio compagno di panca, dopo un periodo lungo di silenzio, dice rivolto a un punto che non capisco “fallo a qualcun altro il saluto fascista”, io penso che si riferisca al pazzo e gli dico di lasciarlo stare, che quello non ha tutti i venerdì. E lui annuisce, ma in realtà sta parlando con un altro vecchio, che indossa una canotta bianca, fa pendere un crocifisso d’oro al collo e anche lui gira il solito stuzzicadenti in bocca. Anche se non ha mangiato nulla. Arriva da lontano con questa mano tesa, si presenta e si giustifica: “In Italia c’è Berlusconi e allora io faccio il saluto romano se sale la sinistra faccio questo altro segno” e stringe un pugno non proprio sincero ma che rende l’idea. Il signore dai capelli bianchi sottovoce mi confessa che anche lui lo ha votato “a quel cornuto” e che anche se capisce di avere sbagliato non è che provi vergogna. Quella no, ma incazzatura si, va ripetendo che lo ha fottuto una volta ma non lo fotterà più mentre il tizio col crocifisso si piega in avanti e fa dondolare il suo monile, guardandolo di traverso e ridendo. Cambia espressione solo quando si accorge che il cane malato sta per entrargli dentro casa e con un gesto e un urlo lo scaccia via. Questo povero diavolo di cane trova tutte le porte chiuse, forse farebbe bene anche lui a dichiarare le sue passioni politiche o religiose o quant’altro. Dovrebbe anche lui riconoscersi parte di qualcosa in questo Paese corporativo e parziale dove la solitudine non è una condizione di grazia ma una condanna inescusabile. Ma quando si parla di Berlusconi si sa come vanno le cose, il discorso va avanti per fatti suoi e altre due persone si accodano al capannello di uomini pigri. E parlano, mentre io taccio e registro nella mia mente per tentare di capire cosa gira nella pancia degli italiani. Berlusconi è l’argomento classico che si usa quando gli altri discorsi iniziano a languire, è anche lui, a suo modo, un deterrente della solitudine. Ma quello che mi sembra di capire è che quel Sud che lo aveva premiato si aspettava molto di più di quello che ha avuto, soprattutto si aspettava quel lavoro che non c’è.”La crisi, la crisi, ma per Whose crisis? For us, not for those with money, "repeated the old graying saying what I think is a sacred truth. In fact, the vocabulary of crisis is very stupid, generalizing what is general and not forget that every assertion of a new crisis coincides balance of power, ie in a substantial improvement for someone against someone else. And while I think maybe it is true that there is a wisdom that is worth to listen, go off-road that will take me to the sea. Today, great machine, which would be able to climb a wall, all technologies and offering excellent sound system. After a few years back to listen to One Hot Minute Red Hot Chili Peppers, the day it is so wonderful and relaxed holiday that seems to be only just begun. We go to Capo d'Armi, a beautiful place but violated by the madness of politics. Once there was a beach that seemed destined to never end and a small bar where the party of mine, when I was a kid, I always sent to get something just over a day at the beach. I had a blanket with their own and when I played with my two childhood friends are already showing my inclination towards the humanities pass me that towel around his shoulders like a cape and telling them that I was Apollo, the god of the sun. In hindsight I would have preferred to be the god of the sea to kill those who ate the shame Saline Beach in pochi anni. In lontananza si vede lo spettro della Liquichimica, fabbrica aperta e quasi subito andata fuori produzione. Tra i bassi fabbricati in rovina si staglia in cielo una enorme torre a strisce bianche e rosse che nonostante tutto vorrei scalare per sapere com’è il mondo una volta visto da lassù. La demenza degli uomini, tuttavia, non arresta la bellezza di questa natura; la spiaggia è stata quasi completamente sostituita da un mare che secondo me ha pochi paragoni in tutta Italia. Il fondale roccioso crea riflessi di cristallo verde e fa sembrare sempre più pulita l’acqua, nonostante i depuratori da queste parti funzionino a fasi molto alterne. Se si aprono gli occhi una volta immersi dentro, come continuo a fare nonostante l’infezione che mi sono beccato circa una settimana fa, si vede davanti un lento digradare di colori e di rocche popolate da pesci che risalgono a fior d’acqua per saltare fuori e piccolo polpi che, se potessi, mi farei seduta stante a insalata. Nuotare qui è come annegare tra le braccia di una dea, anche se oggi il mare è particolarmente forte e servono braccia abituate a remare se si vuole rimanere in piedi. La curva del mare forma una mezzaluna che alla distanza è di colore azzurro, mentre le persone ai bordi dello Ionio, che proprio qui realmente prende principio perché solo qui si è davvero superato lo Stretto e il suo freddo, sembrano appena uscite da una cartolina degli anni ’70. I colori sono accesi ma diversi da quelli che da assoluto profano I seem to be reproduced and exaggerated by digital cameras are those who are affected by the sun that fries them. Do not warm colors, but color of the heat. Once the angle of the beach where my friends and we stopped was for singles while away, near the Shops major repairs would meet the families of Saline. Among these monuments to minchioneria of industrial civilization, and this show of breathtaking spend a short day at the beach and the near future is still nothing more than a hint so. After two pairs of French tourists, the sun goes down a little at a time behind the white rock which gives its name to this corner of the beach, we try to recover his last moments Utility dry our customs and then return home. Another day is over one more night must now begin the slow pace with which we move is a sign of farewell. This season is not over yet and for how short it was intense for me and it seems for this piece of land that still persist in calling Italy. As a lucky Orpheus, which is not condemned by the malignity of the gods, I turn back a moment longer to see if my rock and sea Euridice disappears if I look at it several times and with each step she is still there but it does not say a word attracts me like someone who knows you always forgive and accept without too much to ask of your absences and your temporary farewells.

Gregory Sorgon

Pityriasis Rosea Vs Ringworm

The Old Man and the Indians to the bench

Yesterday evening, about three in the morning, returning home I heard a dog yelp, always the same. Not a metaphorical black dog, maybe they feel that whine when these holidays are over, but that dog meat - little - and bones - worn - which continues to stripping every day expressing vigorously what may be hard to imagine when he gets the death to devour a living body. And I feel pity for the dog, I feel pity for his innocence and the way, almost discreet, using the follow while returning home, keeping a few steps away from me. It recognizes the domesticity, yet would have all the reasons for this all the world to bite humans and pass to shoot but does not bite anyone. However, the reasons, I will repeat it a million times, for dogs do not exist nor is there a common language between us and them. But something there, something like a triangular resonance in which the dog is the subject of silent men and we talk about it "recipients" receptors that have recently turned thirty and waiting for a car next to a fountain without 'water or that have more than sixty years and in the eyes of the Registry and also my doubt is now old. Take a seat on the bench at the moment which has replaced the public transportation system in the function of my vantage point to observe il mondo e un signore che da quando lo ricordo ha sempre avuto i capelli bianchi mi accenna un saluto. “A mare?” dice e al mio “si” mi sconsiglia di andare sulla Ionica, perché proprio quella mattina lui ha impiegato 20 minuti per fare cinquecento metri di strada e perché ci sono i soliti lavori che non finiscono mai. Tra me e me penso che dall’altra parte, sulla Tirrenica e quindi sulla Salerno-Reggio Calabria, le cose non vanno certo meglio e poi io a quel mare antico e profondo ci sono così affezionato che sopporto anche la fila, ma rispondo con frasi di circostanza, il tempo sufficiente per vedere la sua testa chinarsi oltre il mio busto, per allargare il raggio visivo e lo stuzzicadenti che porta in bocca muoversi quasi imperceptibly. Before him the dog that yelps now but wait on the roadside and takes his eyes from side to side, showing that it had long been a master until it's needed - is a hunting dog - must have pampered and educated. Frankly I am not surprised this utilitarian logic, I saw it applied to me so many times by people who said that we do not love me anymore. And, therefore, surprising my fellow bench, whispering simply "not done". Do not you do, do not let the dogs die, you should accompany them to death, but it is a "not done" more universal that seems to speak of a world in which no longer recognizes, a world looks through the eyes of those who generalize. I can not afford the luxury to generalize or to draw from my own experiences of general hypotheses, but I can not even afford the luxury or the whim of blame him starting some discussion on what is wrong when all we try to reconstruct the world according to his fees. I will just agree with him, the changing times for the worse and all the things that go wrong, people who suck on the carcasses of dogs and the fact that many are worth less than a carcass. Why should I blame him? When I needed help, I always found someone willing to listen, but when his children needed help because no one helped them is heavily drugged and relatives could justify some spinel, and maybe even fumarselo, but no heroin. When her son was ill, his son, remember that I play football with me in a small dirt road and then suddenly there's great but heroin consumed in the flesh, not only was no one around but her girlfriend left him. Why did not, because it was not because "the eyes of the people" and why she went to get a policy maintained cynical bastard enough to show that the illusion of love can also be purchased. To prove that sometimes end up if you do not love have the money to satisfy the desires of the consumer who would be willing to love even in the direst poverty. This man has suffered more violence of that dog and my pain by comparison are very small thing now is to pull the boy to live and complains that the machines have been around for thousands. "Nearly twice as many inhabitants of these countries," he says and adds that he does not even use the buses and the few times in the City prefers to go on foot. It will have the illusion that all this might do him good not up to me to deny it, I'm there to listen to very few words he spoke in long moments of silence. He also passed on the bench wet water to prevent disease cane finisca con il contagiare l’uomo, ma forse è vero che la malattia del cane non si fa bloccare da un po’ di acqua fresca perché è già passata ed è la malattia con cui noi tutti, quel “noi” parziale che si riferisce alle persone degne, dobbiamo fare i conti e combattere. La malattia dell’indifferenza e della violenza usata gratuitamente, la malattia dell’egoismo e di quell’amor proprio che impedisce una forma di amore più grande la cui vigenza sulla terra renderebbe più felice la nostra esistenza. Ma io guardo quel cane e guardando quel cane guardo anche quell’uomo e mi chiedo come fare, mi chiedo come si possano combattere le miserie e le cattiverie del vivere comune che ci lasciano the bitter in the stomach and the feeling, wrong I know, everything goes to hell. That all sucks. I can not abandon this idea, because that would mean abandoning the idea that only force can withstand the power of the human community, yet I know that the force can rectify certain situations. Faced with that dog and man I wonder if there is justice in the violence, the absence of compassion for those who have not ever had none, and while this may seem like a rhetorical question with forced negative response now I no longer have this certainty because it is precisely what we need to have a fight and you can not win turning the other cheek. It is not to è vinta, infatti, porgendo l’altra guancia e il cristianesimo è il fallimento secolare più resistente che la storia dell’umanità abbia mai conosciuto. Ma quanto pesa pensare che oggi è nemico qualcuno a cui si era detto “ti amo”, quanto fa male sentirsi il cuore scisso da un sentimento doppio e vivere dentro di sé quella lotta di estremi che mi consuma ma a cui non posso rinunciare. Il cane malato io me lo porto dentro il cuore e quando abbaia la notte non c’è nessuno a sentirlo e a compatirlo. Quando abbaia la notte resta solo l’impressione di bellezza di un mare che spunta a stento tra case costruite male e gli alberi abbarbicati ai bordi di quel cancro di cemento. Quando la notte il cane nero mi stringe the only heart I feel a great sense of emptiness because that was how things would have had to go. But this is a blog about current affairs, he said, and certain intimate reflections that may appear out of place and out of place if at all, because if we do not start changing the way we feel about ourselves to another non- generic, the other existing material before us, then it makes no sense to think of changing things in this world and we might as well wait inactive. But I can never do this and I will never let me eat that dog's heart.

Gregory Sorgon

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six kilometers of highway

Corner ionic state, the road will curve like a boomerang. It is the famous curve of coca-cola ", if you look at the sides see more flowers along the asphalt at the edges. Once this stretch of road was more like a crash test misconception that a curve hurt. The name takes the industrial plant side, it seems that lately has fallen into the low luck and is under liquidation. Once a guy in my country, it is said, he flew as an Icarus fitted with wings shaped like the angry red Fiat Bravo English, over the guard rail, not so much in hopes of reaching the sky as the guilt of having driven with days him back to sleep. And apparently, it is said in "they say", which found nothing better to do that once landed without too much trouble going to sleep through the fields waiting for some farmer came to wake him up. The thing had its own rationality, was perhaps less rational parabolic curves build up traits of straight and perhaps even less rational was to build factories or other beverages a stone's throw from one of the most beautiful sea of \u200b\u200bItaly and less valued. I think if the folly of local Calabrian had been properly channeled and other areas with fewer implications for what is commonly called the "common good" we probably would have had some more Frank Zappa and some shit less. And it is obvious that between Frank Zappa and le cazzate io sto sempre dalla parte del primo. E sto anche dalla parte di chi prende il volo a due passi dall’aeroporto ma senza alzarsi di troppi piedi dal suolo della terra e sto dalla parte di un piccolo quadro di famiglia che, non dovendo guidare oggi, si apre come uno scatto fotografico non appena la curva sta per finire e si avvicina la coda dei semafori insieme alle bestemmie degli automobilisti fritti da questo infernale ultimo caldo d’agosto. Una bambina scura, di cui si coglie chiaramente il sorriso, spruzza acqua saltellando contro il muro di una casa diroccata. I suoi capelli ricci e lunghi, cioè larghi, seguono il movimento dell’acqua mentre una coppia indiana, immagino siano i genitori, segue il sorriso con maggiore maturità nello sguardo. Ritmano il movimento della figlia battendo le mani, uno ha il tipico sorriso da cane e indossano pantaloncini al ginocchio e magliette a righe. Anche per loro c’è qualche attimo di pausa, forse è finita “a jurnata”, come qui si chiama ancora il lavoro pagato giorno per giorno. Senza assicurazione e per 25, 30 euro al giorno bene che vada, più qualche panino se il piccolo proprietario di turno ha un po’ di “buon cuore”. La mia testa segue la linea della strada sdraiata com’è sul finestrino del tutto abbassato, chi guida lo fa in silenzio, sarebbe il momento ideale per dormire anche se non sono troppo stanco. Non si è nuotato molto, l’acqua sembrava un porcile, oggi, come often happens on weekends, a pigsty sirenide because the sea was flat as a board to be envied and warm in the tropics but to approach the turn you could see plastic bags that looked like so many fish. In the process of tropicalization this sea seems to attract a new and more dangerous kind, between "is" that there is also increasingly being seen of barracuda, but the beauty is worth the risk even if the broken purifiers would keep us away from any dangers. And as I watch the horizon clean as the soul of a newborn and I guess to see Maui shark with sunglasses to protect drinking citron with an umbrella - too much Hanna Barbera - suddenly, take a shuttle to the proscenium of the Coast Guard who, perhaps remembering to exist in a moment of self-revelation, he goes to block two of those terrifying jet-wetting every sane in his heart he hates deeply. Much of the beach is there waiting executioner of punishment, without much expectation that imi join anxieties of mind, but it all ends with some reproach, in a lecture that looks a lot like a break the ass of the sparrows. Without the last ritual ablutions to avoid the sun we take away too many degrees of wisdom from the skin, we turn away from this slow August came to its end, at least happy to know that the summer you exodus already started will via tutti questi ombrelloni e questi uomini di mare improvvisati. Le vacanze di massa stanno per finire e credo che da metà settimana la spiaggia ritornerà alla splendida desolazione di luglio, quando a mare con me ci saranno solo delle sparute e timide folate di vento, le mie mani giunte alle ginocchia e la felicità di poter riflettere in quel silenzio irreale. Queste spiagge quando sono vuote di uomini somigliano a un’altra terra oltre la terra ed è tipico dell’idiozia dei tempi che si vadano a cercare altre forme di vita a milioni di anni luce di distanza quando a due passi dal nostro quotidiano se ne potrebbero trovare così tante. Sento già come mia quella sensazione di piena solitudine che mi rigenera e irride la distinzione tra i regni della natura e i generi “molto diversi tra loro”, una assenza di distinzione che mi consegna il muto spettacolo della meraviglia di ciò che chiamiamo la vita. La fine delle vacanze di massa mi porterà in dono questa catarsi così simile a quei giochi autotelici dell’infanzia, così vicino alla mia condizione di isolamento che vivevo almeno fino ai dodici anni. E forse per questa ragione mi è saltato subito agli occhi quel quadro così ordinario di una famiglia lontana dai riti della catena di montaggio del divertimento, perché se c’è ancora una speranza, tra le tante, di cambiare questo mondo e renderlo migliore essa non potrà prescindere dai giochi dei bambini e da quella felicità semplice che si portano dentro e che rifiuta le vacanze di massa perché vive ancora l’innocenza indifferente alle mode e al portato di fatua miseria che si trascinano dietro.

Gregorio Sorgonà

Funeral Thank You For Pastor

I no longer need my younger years

È l’estate che va via, anche se ancora le spiagge sono piene di ombrelloni e trovare un parcheggio somiglia a un’impresa. Una comitiva di ragazzi sorride di spalle a un sole e a uno splendido tramonto, indossano tutti quanti degli occhiali scuri e come tanti altri marinai di terra sono rimasti intrappolati dalla bellezza di un panorama che tiene insieme l’eternità e l’infinito tra il profilo gibboso della Sicilia, la magnificenza dell’Etna arrossata e un mare sterminato che darkening is announcing the retirement of September. The summer ends and you realize the fact that the carcasses of cats and dogs along the road are no longer than just unsightly spots painted on the asphalt. For these pets in August is the month in which they are moved, are like so many seals taken in full from sharks to 110 per hour that can not wait to get home in the stomach and inject less gasoline and more diesel. It will end soon also abandoned the life of that pointer is between the gardens of my block, consumed by a terrible Esman as to make a mercy to my old classmate who meet at the bus stop. When he looks at me and tells that makes him sad that dog reminded him that the time to mature and perhaps we forget our adolescent cruelty to animals. The same cruelty toward the nine years I think, led him to inject gasoline into the body of a cat and then judgments, inevitably dead cat, who had finished fuel, the same cruelty that led him to cut all four the legs of a dog to see if that was still able to walk. Adolescence is an age fierce regret that I do not regret nor, indeed, still a boy who feels as if life there was only one season. Quell'accorciarsi fast as if the day is not the same here also to signify a condition universal that the photographs on the edge of a landscape can perpetuate but can not defeat. August goes away and goes behind the summer, tourists, friends and rotten fruit on the ground. It also takes away some love and that was predictable, but you do not take me away which would be almost priests officiate at a ceremony whose sole purpose is my regeneration. A few steps from my sudden silence that barely mimics the absolute perfection of deafness of the sea, a mother teaches her children the secret of swimming, holding their stomach and lets his hands still forced to slam into the armrests and I think to return to my first approaches to the mind in a time that Lazarus was still in the beach and I dive into the water headlong as a skipjack stupid to get out after hours of arguments with my parents, proud of my lips swollen and purple, happy fingers wrinkled and white with contrasting olive on my skin. I, as children, I think I'll never radically although lately I have exceeded my locks on them and also with my pessimism. Between thoughts and feelings go away and leave the summer with him this impression of quiet beauty, this suit resonance of the love of life and truth that is my only real, great friend. September will come soon, will come with the regrets that knows how to rock, with its load of "if" or remorse, and in those days my endowment does not make sense to anyone, nor will there be more songs mangled by the sea advances and retreats that will be back as fast as a normal course of a day of mass work and deserted beaches on the horizon, the sea, eternity and some couples just born to resume making love hidden from the gaze of all.

Gregory Sorgon

Wireless Mouse Dying Not Batteries

Origami green and black

You could go to Stockholm? Oh, that's worth it, better run aground on a bench waiting for those steps must pass to go to sea. With the calm in the movements of those who knows her, and in fact much of the sea I know because my bow with a beach towel in the order one step away from a fountain little traffic, I wear my ray ban and resume reading the democratic revolution of Enrique Dussel for a presentation that I will take a few days. As I read the light breeze makes the trees talk, and cancers of concrete on the hills are certainly not the resistance of the fading green of the plaster is not finished and the villas of the nouveau riche (God damn them). Between a honk and a few greeting ("Oh you, but it's been so long since I saw you, you've changed, you're stronger, you become just a pretty boy " etc.. Etc. Now how many times I hear them repeat certain things will end up there I think) a white car leave a child down a bit 'fat that first close to the fountain and drink and then I'll get straight to the side and starts talking to me about this and that. He sits at his side and tells me that his preferred specimen is Leo Messi Drogba but that he likes so much. From lover of ten numbers that loves boundlessly Baggio and Zidane's I note that Messi is good, but Drogba is a striker, stuff that if your name is not Van Basten does not have the necessary grace in the feet to get into myth. He tries to bounce back and tells me, however, most of all he likes, even if Maradona has never seen play. And in effect it will have a maximum of 8 years, holding a bottle of water is half empty and you autoconvinto that Italy could have done much better if the world had called altri giocatori. Mi chiede per chi tifo e quando io rispondo “Juventus” ha una reazione anomala, esclama “Ma no!” e poi si sente in dovere di dirmi che anche lui tifava Juve ma poi suo padre, che è di Milano, lo ha convinto a cambiare squadra e a schierarsi dalla parte del diavolo. Qui dalle mie parti sono quasi tutti milanisti e a volte riescono nell’ardua impresa di conciliare questa condizione con una certa simpatia. Però mi confessa che ha ancora un cucchiaio bianconero e io lo incito a resistere e a difendere le sue passioni; il bambino allora svicola lateralmente, cambia del tutto discorso e mi dice che è proprio bello stare in quella panchina, perché c’è il sole ma fa anche fresco. “Si sta bene” ripete, io guardo dritto con i miei ray ban, di fronte ho una linea di curve collinari disabitate dagli alberi e scandisco lentamente “è quello l’importante, stare bene”. Deve avere imparato l’abc del calcio con questi mondiali che al solito hanno un valore pedagogico per i bambini e parla tanto di questo Sudafrica. Allora gli dico dell’apartheid e di Nelson Mandela, dei suoi 27 anni di carcere, della segregazione razziale e della sua scelta di abbandonare la vita pubblica dopo aver liberato la sua Nazione. Sulla pelle sento l’elettricità dell’emozione, perché Nelson Mandela è uno dei pochi miti reali che io abbia mai avuto e porto verso di lui una ammirazione sconfinata. Il bambino mi chiede even if Italy can go out this way, as in South Africa many years ago, and my answer is still negative and wriggling back to football because he wants to inform me that they do not play as a defender and passed the ball ever when it comes in the door. "They prefer to do the tricks if they are marked rather than pass the ball ... and then they lose the ball, teamwork is important." Add to the wisdom that puerile teamwork is important both on a sports field and off the field. Then comes a white point, there are those who breaks out of the window to greet me and makes me hurry to sign, before the sea because they want to have a coffee on the road. I take my stuff and I'm going to go away, I give him my hand and introduce myself: My name is Greg and you? "," Sergio "he says. Sergio is still on the bench waiting for someone to kick a ball that will run into a newly painted gate, not even half an hour and I dive into my sea that greets me in his catharsis. Off as she can see the bottom and will be one hundred meters from the beach, left behind all other chronic and challenged my fear of sharks that are not there, come dancing a little boat of paper, origami a green and black that has taken to sea. Breath in the waves and their redundancy down the boat slowly sinks. I stay afloat, Sergio guess also, il sole splende, la terra brucia, gli aerei scendono veloci a prendere acqua da scaraventare sugli incendi e un’altra impressione di meraviglia si è conficcata nelle mie cellule cerebrali. Mi sorprendo a sorridere della bellezza di queste piccole cose, immergo la testa e scendo giù al profondo, apro gli occhi contro l’immensità del blu e mi accoglie il baluginare dell’eternità.

Quando sarà arrivato il mio tempo, la meraviglia che è stata la mia vita mi imporrà di essere comunicata a chi mi ha voluto bene e, se avranno orecchie per sentire, anche agli scettici, ai poveri di spirito e ai senza cuore che biasimo senza riuscire a condannarli più.

Gregorio Sorgonà

Return Of Kidney Cancer

Rieccomi.

Dopo mesi e mesi di pausa, riproviamo a dare qualche consiglio e/o dritta sulle gare da giocare.
Nuovi pronostici, nuovo design del blog, nuove partite su cui sperare di guadagnarci un pò.

In questo periodo c'è solo qualche amichevole, gara di qualificazione alle prossime coppe europee e campionati minori, come quello austriaco, belga o scandinavi.

Non escludo di postare qualcosa per il fine settimana, certamente proverò a dare qualche iniziale previsione sugli antepost di serie A, non appena usciranno le quote.

A presto e buon betting!

Loud Music Cause Dizziness

sometimes return

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Bed Size Of Cargo Van

Dissent

Il mare deve avere delle virtù terapeutiche, forse illusorie sul lungo periodo ma certo efficaci nell’immediato, perché mi sono bastati due giorni di immersioni e, fortunatamente, di riemersioni dentro quella meraviglia amniotica e calma dello Ionio per recuperare le inattese ferite degli ultimi tempii. Più in generale penso sia terapeutica questa terra nonostante tutto e senza volerla esaltare perché al suo interno gli stronzi non sono certo in numero inferiore a quelli che si possono trovare da Roma in su. Ma questa terra, e ciò sta a dire alcuni di quella che la abitano che sono così come sono perché la abitano, riesce ancora a non arrendersi del tutto a una visione dei rapporti umani ricalcata sul produci-consuma-crepa di Ferrettiana memoria. Da tempo rifletto sulla necessità di trovare proprio dentro i talenti nascosti del Sud a cui appartengo una nuova filosofia, una nuova visione della vita che sia l’esatto opposto del nichilismo borghese occidentale e per sperimentare questa urgenza filosofica devo sperimentare la vivisezione dei rapporti umani che ho intrecciato e rotto, anche i più dolorosi. Nel Sud, sebbene in modo marginale, vi è ancora una capacità di pratica del disincanto verso le pretese assolutizzanti della solitudine che sono diventate egoismo puro, irriconoscente e criminale perché irresponsabile verso l’altro su cui si esercita una violenza psicologica continua. Ecco questa capacità non riesco a trovarla nella logica da alveare della decadente società metropolitana occidentale. Non è affatto un caso che l’attacco condotto verso gli Stati-Nazione a partire dai primi anni ’70 abbia generato in Italia la curiosa contrapposizione tra vigorosi, e alla fine vincenti, movimenti antisistemici e antiunitari al Nord e movimenti antisistemici ma patriottici al Sud. Proprio questi semi di resistenza che, lo ammetto, oggi sono ancora più dispersi che in passato, orientati contro il destino decadente dell’Occidente mi lasciano però sperare e di una speranza che è alimentata dalla pratica sperimentazione di un modo diverso di essere al mondo. Un modo che, ad esempio, non è fatto dei compartimenti stagni della sanità psichica, a world that is able to integrate through irony or play with derogatory term those who are disabled and those that are, in some cases more than obvious, people like us, moved by the noble instincts in search of a smile or a liberating laughter. Certainly a century and a half north of the country's dependence on just emptied many opportunities to use these features for anthropological thinking about a new company, because the material condition of possibility for a strategic policy of mass action, ie to pass a slavery labor, is not ultimately achieved results even more unstable. Yet this clear difference, and probably feel le statistiche, nella loro immensa ma utile stupidità, non rileveranno mai, è un barlume che si ha il dovere di alimentare perché questa vita così condotta è bella. E sarò forse noioso perché non so ballare o perché mi stanno ampiamente sulle palle i riti da controcultura in franchising delle “discoteche gay”, sarò forse poco avvezzo, ma ci credo poco, nella guida dell’automobile o nelle pratiche quotidiane ma a contatto con questa realtà annoiato non mi sento affatto e anzi trovo davvero difficile riuscire a dedicare tempo alle mie occupazioni professionali perché qui ha finalmente senso vivere la notte. Solo a Roma sono riuscito a trovare qualcosa di simile, risultando, per il resto, le notti Italian, or fun in Italy something functional to the logic of mass work through which the sentence to spend most of his life doing a shitty job and too useless to be paid through the compulsive and irrational entertainment on Saturday night forced at the disco or other examples of greed limited entertainment. On this way of living the life that is inseparable from the nature of mind you we had a wonderful gift and raped in so shameful to say the least, we must rebuild our sense, our identity as South do not know what the hell to do with it of Jean Paul Sartre and Martin Heidegger. A sense that there is a return to greatness shining thought greco, che non poteva che essere prodotto dentro una fisicità e una concezione della vita che ti spingevano a desiderare la riproduzione, un pensiero greco che noi ci portiamo dentro strati nascosti e seppelliti dalla coscienza delle Chiese e dalle morali di varia natura. Quando penso a un pensiero del Sud penso appunto a un nuovo modo di organizzare la vita fuori dai ritmi coatti della produzione finalizzata all’illusione dei gonzi e al piacere dei pochi, penso a una rivalutazione materialistica dell’esistenza che da Aristotele ci conduce a Marx passando per Spinoza. Un movimento di pensiero consapevole a cui non basta l’illusoria rivendicazione di una bucolicità meridionale che non esiste e che nella migliore delle ipotesi ci potrà portare a essere a kind of tourism dependence, which even today we, the West dying rhythmic outbursts. What I thought should be built is a revolutionary technique, which has, first of all, the ability to say "your world where you are forced to wake up at six in the morning to build the instruments in range of your repression" there is simply disgusting and not we feel like we do not hear as well as our social obligation in a world where work is no compulsion. What they think is a revolutionary thought that compare with the reality of the deep South on which there is no serious investigation and therefore not intended to establish the statistics in the race chase dentro lo stesso sistema ma semmai interessata a stabilire quali sono i desideri che da questo Sud nascono senza però poter emergere o essere vissuti. Questo pensiero rivoluzionario deve confrontarsi con le esperienze di quei pochi grandi uomini che la rivoluzione la hanno teorizzata e, incerti casi, praticata e deve essere un pensiero che sappia andare oltre questa definizione iniziale di principio, in cui è centrale il rifiuto dello sfruttamento, e che per farlo sappia organizzarsi e produrre una propria idea di ricchezza, una propria idea di beni che vanno garantiti per rendere la propria vita degna di essere non solo vissuta ma anche “riflettuta” pensata nel tempo necessario che ci deve essere concesso per dedicarci alle nostre passioni. Ricorre frequente il termine “proprio”, ecco noi abbiamo bisogno di riprendere in mano noi stessi come soggetti costruttori di storia e non anelli gerarchici di quint’ordine in una catena etero diretta del comando.
A dire il vero io l’ho visto e vissuto questo mondo frenetico dove conti solo se fai un lavoro che non conta un cazzo, questo mondo dove poco alla volta ci costringeranno a essere tutti camerieri e badanti felici di servire o di pulire qualche culo, ecco io questo mondo l’ho visto e l’ho rifiutato. Non penso di ritornare a vivere finita questa vita e allora questa vita voglio viverla da uomo libero, (è questa la mia colpa maggiore?), quindi né da fancazzista né da vittima del dovere e però per viverla felicemente appieno mi rendo conto che ciò non può accadere per una mia personale realizzazione ma solo attraverso quella realizzazione collettiva in cui assenza ogni nostro più grande sentimento è semplicemente deprivato di senso e costretto all’arbitrio delle parole o degli atti di chi ama per una settimana o ti è amico per un mese senza capire che questa sua instabilità non è la pretesa libertà di fare ciò che vuole, che pensa erroneamente di vivere, ma niente altro che il banale frutto di una infelicità incompresa. È normale, ovvio e non riesco a capire come non si riesca a capirlo che i sentimenti che rendono la nostra vita degna e bella, in poche parole felice non sono qualcosa di disgiunto dalla nostra capacità di inserirli in una cornice più grande in cui riconoscere se non tutta l’umanità, che non esiste, almeno una sua parte rilevante al punto da farci sentire vivi dentro le vite degli altri. Ricostruire la filosofia del Sud significa ricostruire il Sud come luogo fisico di uomini che si riconoscono in un progetto comune, ricostruire una filosofia del Sud significa essenzialmente ricostruire una politica rinnovando quel nesso inscindibile tra i due termini – filosofia e politica – che chi ha una anche pur minima infarinatura di lingua antiche è già inscritta nel loro comune etimo che deriva da una antica parola che indica la capacità di creare luce tra le tenebre. E con tutto questo sole se già non mi arrendo all’idea che si riesca a produrre debiti insulsi senza produrre pannelli solari per tutti, figuriamoci se riesco ad arrendermi all’idea che la capacità luminosa di una filosofia politica possa essere inibita. E allora disinibiamolo questo Sud, rendiamolo un posto riconoscibile non solo geograficamente ma anche umanamente, un posto che sappia attirare nuova umanità e non solo in virtù della sua nuova filosofia ma perché questa filosofia si intreccia con l’obbligo a una buona amministrazione. Creiamolo questo modello che non solo è possibile ma è già nelle cose se solo si avesse la capacità di vederle. Costruiamo un luogo comune, consci di tutte le difficoltà che ci sono, delle differenze che andremo ad affrontare e che non potremo banalizzare nel relativismo, but made aware that this man can be born again of the crucible where we find ourselves whenever we feel a sense of rejection of the human model depressed and violent, but also castrated in his ability to exercise violence, which only generates large useful for experts on various mental disorders. Although beginning to think it's my own peace of mind makes it so difficult to survive among many more or less disturbed (in) aware, this does not mean that we can believe in this policy and that it must now be substantiated with real proposals to link all the South and the way they see and speak second languages \u200b\u200brepressed by the dictatorship of capitalism.

On the sidelines: finally free to think back without concern for the gestures that I make or the words I say, free at last understand the cage in which I had been closed for my own will and not regret at all. The violence may 'also be a catharsis that reveals a truth to which we had hidden for the sake of convenience and fear of the new which is not born merely the forced captivity of relationships and loneliness as related by the mere desire not to be misleading themselves.

Gregory Sorgon

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Loneliness and the snake

I wrote this reflection about four days ago, before he suddenly finds himself catapulted into an abandonment che non mi aspettavo e che non sono riuscito nè a comprendere nè a metabolizzare. Nonostante tutto, nonostante le meschinità con cui ho dovuto fare i conti in questi ultimi giorni, il senso di quello che ho scritto rimane intatto così come rimane intatto il mio sentimento verso chi con quel comportamento mi ha ferito così profondamente. Anche se anomalo, questo scritto intendeva essere un inno alla vita che era ancora più fortemente sentito da me perchè mi sentivo amato ma l'essere adesso desolato dalla fine repentina di un amore non è ragione sufficiente per farmi cambiare idea. E allora dedico questi pensieri e queste immagini a te che hai scosso in me questo albero della vita senza avere avuto però la pazienza di raccogliere quei frutti that would make us happy forever and that I, of course, sooner or later I wanted to bring in her lap. To my greatest love and now lost that does not need to be named because everything makes sense in my life knows his name and still considered sacred to the point of keep silent.

Suddenly a rustle in the grass grew on the edge of an old house. I think it's a mouse but it is something better. And the rustle of a snake, a snake and black moves along quickly frightened by my presence. The house that houses the movement is not a story of its own. E 'survived the earthquake of 1908, we parted in the chestnuts and work tools. I preferred the first, but now there are neither chestnut nor tools, because the roof of narrow strips of wood beams began to sell and it is dangerous to walk around inside. The snake does not know and do a few problems. If there was a religion of the farmers would not be the snake of temptation but domestic animal of salvation. Clears the fields from his worst enemies, moles that dig boxes breaking ground water flow, the hypnotized and then swoops down upon them devouring blindness in the space of a blink of an eye. Sometimes it even out those little birds that peck relentlessly fruit trees, but the snakes in order to succeed in this enterprise should be of real samples. If the pass between the coils does not save even the kittens of cats, dancing around his dance of death and kill them to survive because there is nothing more cruel, to a snake, an adult cat. I saw three cats, a snake between their legs as a kind of intent to play football and throw it as high as possible before pulling the ends cut up into three as in the execution of the regicide described by Foucault in "Discipline and Punish." But this snake is now saved his life condemned to death and some toad or badly camouflaged camouflages itself unaware of the fact that the sensitivity to heat may be an outstanding offensive weapon, even more effective in the view. While the snake strip and goes away on the corners rusty metal life climbs in the form of hives and constellations of tiny snail shells that seem prehistoric. When I see these animals so diverse among themselves the first thing I ask is that people who eat and no place is more suitable for this thought that this band of sandy soil and steep that I learned over twenty years ago, that the penalty for a chicken plucking the owner is the net loss for the neck and life. Hen that the spell in front of me, possibly dedicated as the young master caught was me. Death seemed the most fun games. A hen that runs a hand that grabs the neck and gives her a clear shot. And then those who quit useless wings di battere, io che mi siedo per terra e il sapore di un brodo. Se penso che un giorno dei genitori vegetariani impediranno ai propri figli esperienze come questa ringrazio vivamente quella materialità dell'esistenza che mi ha sempre tenuto lontano da certe manie da radical chic. A diretto contatto con la natura l'evidenza di un Dio ateo e irreligioso che pervade tutte le cose è così smaccata che solo chi ha i sensi ottusi non se ne accorge e allora si mette a fare distinzione tra un filo d'erba e una vacca in rigorosa osservanza del proprio razzismo organico. L'oblio delle coscienze ha ricoperto di strati di scetticismo lo sguardo urbanizzato di chi non riesce più a vedere le fate o le madonne nel passo ubriaco della serpe o nel cibarsi di merda della coccinella, nel ricercarsi muto degli alberi e nell’arrampicarsi delle piante. La materialità degli Dei ciechi e dell'anima del mondo, quella materia vibrante da cui nasce la musica e il ritmo è un'eco per me invece nascosto o solo rimandato che in giorni come questi ritorna a chiamarmi, a prendermi per mano riportandomi alla mia origine che non nega ciò che sono diventato ma semplicemente mi ricorda che la mia evoluzione non si è stesa sul vuoto. E poco male se ogni tanto il piede mi va a finire su qualche chilo di sterco di maiale destinato pure lui al sacrificio, questa non è la natura delle caprette che belano. Ed è una fortuna perché non conosco nulla di più rivoltante di questa visione bucolica della natura ricalcata a metà tra l'Arcadia e i monti di Heidi. Camminare per questi campi significa ritrovarsi le gambe tagliuzzate dalla ruvidezza dei gambi delle piante di zucca e infastidite dalle mosche che banchettano sulla carne morta degli animali che si sono arrestati e sono stati spazzati via. Un animale che muore è come una matrioska putrida, si svuota lentamente dall'interno e non c'è nulla di più terrificante che un animale morto e abbandonato. In confronto il cadavere di un umano è letteralmente insignificante. A volte capita di vedere lucertole che sono diventate ombre di pelli intessute di piccoli fili d'erba, o rane talmente schiacciate da sembrare veri e propri tatuaggi della terra. Ora io so che questi sono per me solo rapidi momenti di evasione, che mi servono ad alzare qualche chilo of fresh vegetables and fruit to pick before the beautiful bird he Cibin, but these evasions are like moments of truth in which they are not accompanied by dry books I know of but metabolized chased and surrounded by the redundancy of silence and ancient wisdom and genetics of animals. The animals and plants with them and me are nothing more than elements of a particle larger reality and unconscious, which has nothing to do with God and authoritarian bolso of monogamous and monotheists. Within this reality will end one day our past and never found because it never really lost. It is always around us, in a dimension that we can not grasp the eternity of the already experienced is renewed in a different material than those of the body and the face of this tragic and sublime immensity do not have a heart that is almost overwhelmed, but I am glad to know myself made of the same substance they are made of snakes and grass caressed by the wind because I know it is not in any way the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing able to feel and embody so much life to give you the clarity of a shape that someone will give the name. It makes no sense to strive to be the things but it makes sense to be in things, even if as a torch lit from this feeling of greatness and happiness I feel so alone and surrounded by so many willing blind.