Showing posts with label Italian Chess Publishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Italian Chess Publishing. Show all posts

Sunday, December 24, 2017

Blowin’ in the Wind

Today, I went downtown Florence for my last minute Christmas shopping and I stopped for a while at laFeltrinelli bookstore in Via Cerretani. Among other things, I just took a look at the chess books. Not many survived the Internet revolution (about a dozen), and only a few of them (pictured above on the left) were placed on the second shelf of a wall bookcase mostly devoted to hobbies and leisures. Many things have changed throughout the years, and cookbooks are nowadays far more fashionable than chess treaties. But what a joy to see that General Ugo Pasquinelli’s everlasting handbook “ABC degli Scacchi” (The ABC of Chess Game), which first edition was in 1927, still stands over others as a monolith. Well, maybe his analysis were not always irreproachable, but whenever you read his words of admiration for the metaphysics of Morphy, Capablanca, Alekhine and Lasker, you really could feel and understand why Tarrasch once wrote that “Chess, like love, like music, has the power to make men happy”.

Thursday, July 28, 2016

Arcovazzia Currency

诚实是项非常昂贵的礼物,别期待从低价的人身上得到。
Chéngshí shì xiàng fēicháng ángguì de lǐwù, bié qídài cóng dī jià de rén shēnshang dédào.
Honesty is a very expensive gift. Don’t expect it from cheap people.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Snow White’s (unofficial) eighth dwarf

Snow White’s (unofficial) eighth dwarf
Freely inspired by Patti Smith’s “Dog Dream”

Have you ever seen
Arcovazzi’s hammer drill
It got wings
It can fly
If you speak
Of it to him
It’s the only
Time Arcovazzi
Can’t look you in the eye

Have you ever held
Arcovazzi’s grass snake
It rattles like a stir-fry pan
It sleeps under the pillow
It coils in his hand
It rants and it strikes out
When Arcovazzi cries out
When Arcovazzi cries out

Have you ever pressed
To your face
Arcovazzi’s bird
Arcovazzi’s bird
It lies on Arcovazzi’s hip
Trembles inside him
It drops upon the ground
It rolls with Arcovazzi round
It’s the only one
Who comes
When Arcovazzi comes

Have you ever seen
Arcovazzi’s hammer drill
It got wings
It can fly
When it hits
The nail on the bed
He’s the only
Thing allowed
To sleep on Arcovazzi’s back

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

没有个性的人 (The Man Without Qualities)

()(°_°)()

Exigis, ut nostros donem tibi, Tucca, libellos.
     Non faciam: nam vis vendere, non legere.

You ask me to give you my little books, Tucca.

     I won’t do it. For you want to sell them, not read them.

Ch’io ti doni i miei libri, o Tucca, domandi e pretendi.
     Non lo farò, giacché vuoi venderli, non leggerli.

杜卡,你向我索要的书,我绝不会给。
     因为你只想卖,而不是读这些书。

Martial, Epigrams, Book 7, LXXVII
English translation by Waldo E. Sweet
Italian translation by Giuseppe Lipparini
Chinese translation by 莫东科 (Mò Dōngkē)