Showing posts with label Italian Writers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Italian Writers. Show all posts
Thursday, August 6, 2026
Tuesday, March 16, 2021
Well, Edna, you apparently conquered other planets, even if only in an intellectual and aesthetic sense
The author himself describes his book thus: “The Academy of the Three Princes is a billiard room. It is an underground basement, a fabulous cave, where, under the blind gaze of the wise Borges, legendary players such as the Stinker, Elvis, Tremal-Naik, the Mummy, the Professor and Tamarind get to point their cue sticks at each other. Ashtrays get emptied and battles are counted by scores. One day Panter makes her entrance in that world of only men — she is “slim, lithe, pale”, and the legend crosses over borders. When the invincibles fall, as in a chivalrous poem, champions start coming from afar. Out of her story, Panter hands the baton to Aixi, a girl in love with her sea, and the bearer of a new challenge flooded with light and mystery. (Illustrated by Luca Ralli)”. |
Thursday, September 3, 2020
The Visible and the Invisible
“Phyllis is a space in which routes are drawn between points suspended in the void [...]. Your footsteps follow not what is outside the eyes, but what is within, buried, erased”.
Italo Calvino, “Invisible Cities”, 1972
“菲利德是一个空间,虚无中个点之间都连接着通道……你的脚步追随的不是双眼所见的事物,而是内心的、已被掩埋、被抹掉了的事物。"
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René Magritte, Le printemps éternel, 1937. Courtesy of Artnet.
Tuesday, February 25, 2020
Meanwhile in Arcovazzia
Stupidity has made enormous progress. It is a sun that one can no longer gaze at without blinking. Thanks to mass communications, it isn’t even the same thing any longer, it feeds on other myths, it sells at an extremely high price, it has turned good sense into something ridiculous, it spreads terror all around itself.
Ennio Flaiano, “The Via Veneto Papers”, 1973
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Monday, February 24, 2020
Wednesday, July 17, 2019
The Raft of Odysseus
Had Andrea Camilleri died in his 50s, his obituary would certainly not have been published in The Guardian. His death might have been noted in the cultural sections of the odd Italian newspaper and it would doubtless have merited a substantial article in the journal of Italy’s pre-eminent drama school, the Accademia Nazionale d’Arte Drammatica, where Camilleri was for many years in charge of teaching directing. [Read more].
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Saturday, February 16, 2019
The Kindness of Strangers
Berlin, Germany, Saturday, February 16, 2019. Maurizio Braucci, Claudio Giovannesi and Roberto Saviano were awarded the Silver Bear for Best Screenplay at the 69th Berlin Film Festival for the film Piranhas (La paranza dei bambini), based on Saviano’s homonymous novel.
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Sunday, July 29, 2018
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental
Fascism is demagogic but master-like, rhetorical, xenophobic, culture-hating, despiser of freedom and justice, oppressor of the weaker, servant of the stronger, always ready to point at the “others” as the reason of its own impotence or defeat.
Ennio Flaiano, “Diario degli errori”, Milano, Rizzoli, 1976
English translation by Andrea Gaddini |
Wednesday, June 6, 2018
Sunday, June 3, 2018
Monday, March 5, 2018
Monday, February 26, 2018
One should not want to be anything but what one is
There are many ways to arrive; the best is not to leave.
Ennio Flaiano, “Il gioco e il massacro”, 1970
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A sea turtle swims in the water off the shore of Naqoura, a small town south of Lebanon’s capital Beirut. Photo: AFP/Joseph Eid.
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Sunday, February 25, 2018
Friday, February 23, 2018
Intelligence Is Overrated
Stupidity has made enormous progress. It is a sun that one can no longer gaze at without blinking. Thanks to mass communications, it isn’t even the same thing any longer, it feeds on other myths, it sells at an extremely high price, it has turned good sense into something ridiculous, it spreads terror all around itself.
Ennio Flaiano, “The Via Veneto Papers”, 1973
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Sunday, January 7, 2018
I’m not smart, but I’m genius enough to know it
Il genio muore per se stesso e chiede d’esser sepolto entro memorie deboli.
Genius dies for itself and ask to be buried in weak memories. |
Antonio Ligabue, Leopard and black widow, oil on hardboard
Thursday, December 7, 2017
Wednesday, December 6, 2017
The Importance of Not Being Arcovazzi
Fascism is demagogic but master-like, rhetorical, xenophobic, culture-hating, despiser of freedom and justice, oppressor of the weaker, servant of the stronger, always ready to point at the “others” as the reason of its own impotence or defeat.
Ennio Flaiano, “Diario degli errori”, Milano, Rizzoli, 1976
English translation by Andrea Gaddini |
Monday, February 16, 2015
Red Ocean
Artwork: aeon-100
Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson certified Quaker, it’s pointless to build walls between you and words and the whooziness of the sister ready for your unlickely swooning. Strength inserts itself in strength the spade into the earth. Emily Dickinson Emily Dickinson patentata quacquera, inutile mettere muri tra te e le parole e le svenevolezze della sorella pronte ai tuoi inverosimili deliqui. La forza si immette nella forza la spada dentro la terra. |
Friday, March 21, 2014
丢脸 (Losing face)
Artwork: Arnumdrusk
Niente è più necessario di ciò che non serve.
Nothing is more necessary than what is superfluous.
Alda Merini
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