Another dreamer gives up
I leave you to live
I leave you to love
I leave you because I love the night
and I do not care the morning having gold in its mouth
I leave you for the light of the candles in the night
I leave you for the satisfaction of the music played
when everybody sleeps planning its future tomorrow
I leave you, productive society
because I surely realized you deny life
you deny dreams
you deny
I leave you to those poor men
believing in success
and power
and command
as being witness of a God who doesn’t exist.
Being my God told to say: live like a bird
And so I will.
L’Italia sta marcendo in un benessere che è egoismo, stupidità, incultura, pettegolezzo, moralismo, coazione, conformismo: prestarsi in qualche modo a contribuire a questa marcescenza è, ora, il fascismo. Essere laici, liberali, non significa nulla, quando manca quella forza morale che riesca a vincere la tentazione di essere partecipi a un mondo che apparentemente funziona, con le sue leggi allettanti e crudeli. Non occorre essere forti per affrontare il fascismo nelle sue forme pazzesche e ridicole: occorre essere fortissimi per affrontare il fascismo come normalità, come codificazione, direi allegra, mondana, socialmente eletta, del fondo brutalmente egoista di una società. Read the rest of this entry »
I seem to belong to another species. They leave the office after working hours, watching the houses and squares with satisfaction, they think this is their city [...]. It is obvious they believe they are in good standing with God, with the Law, with with their consciences [...] The world … this big absurd thing. We could not even ask ourselves where all of this was coming out from, nor why there was a world instead of nothing. It had no sense, the world was present everywhere, in front, behind. There was nothing before it. Nothing. Not there was a time when it could not exist. It was precisely this that made me crazy.
Without doubt there was no reason why it exists, this creeping larva. But it was not possible it did not exist. [...] Discovering that the world has no meaning, which is absurd, causes nausea. [...] The essential thing is contingency. I mean that, by definition, the existence is not necessity. To be is just to be “there” [...]
And now I know: I exist, -the world exists – and I know that the world exists. That’s all. But I am indifferent to it. It is strange to me that everything is equally irrelevant: it is one thing that makes me scared. [...] When you happen to notice it, stomachache comes and everything begins to oscillate, this is the Nausea.
Ho incontrato Ivan della Mea, ma non l’ ho mai conosciuto. Avevo 6 anni: ricordo una sua intervista (penso) per l’ Unita’ sul tema scuola e una bandiera rossa la trionfera’ urlata al parco – senza neppure capire bene cosa volesse dire, almeno nel mio caso. Se l’ avessi re-incontrato piu’ tardi, l’avrei tanto apprezzato quanto sto cercando di recuperare la conoscenza perduta via testi e musica in internet. Cordoglio alla famiglia, e come ben dice Maria, “per tutti quelli che hanno il comunismo nel cuore, è una grave perdita che si aggiunge purtroppo a molte altre, reali e simboliche….”
You know Rorschach test. They show you inkblots looking like butterflies. This variant of the test, the Rorschach sex inkblot test, is much more interesting. Let’s test your perversion level.
1. Watch the picture of this post, and write down (STEP1) what you’ve seen in it when you watched it for the first time. Read the rest of this entry »
… because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartanlike as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have somewhat hastily concluded that it is the chief end of man here to ‘glorify God and enjoy him forever.’
By quoting one of the super quoted sentences of the Walden by Henry David Thoreau, I hope I made you curious to give it a full read HERE
WARNING: reading the Walden can cause sudden attacks of dissatisfactions towards your life style – but you do have always time to change, don’t you?
Maybe because it was Easter, maybe because we ran on our inline skates for more than 30 km on a sunny Sunday, maybe because I am scared of getting jobless …
… when I took this picture Matthew 6:26 came to my mind. Matthew finishes on 6-34 as follows:
“Therefore do not be anxious about tomorrow, for tomorrow will be anxious for itself. Let the day’s own trouble be sufficient for the day.”
Illuminato sulla via del blog di un mio caro amico, decidiamo noi di Loranablog di supportare la metafisico-teologo-cosmoscemologia di Pangloss. Perche’ guadagno piu’ di quello che ho bisogno mentre ci sono persone che lottano per sopravvivere ogni giorno?
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