Windy days
15/12/2017 - 11:30
Rivers of ink have been spread over the intimate relationship between the human condition and nature that surrounds us. The piece that comes to mind today is from the shining pen of Ernest Hemingway, from the story The Three-Day Blow: “Outside now the Marge business was no longer so tragic. It was not even very important. The wind blew everything like that away. (...) None of it was important now. The wind blew it out of his...
The gulls of the Belladanza dump
21/11/2017 - 09:30
“Nothing lives for long Only the land and the mountains.” (White Antelope) “I heard that you would put us on a reservation near the mountains. I do not want to go there. I like to roam the praries. There I feel free and happy, but when we stay in one place we become pale and die.” (Satanta, Kiowa chief) Do the seagulls of Belladanza seem happy to you? And you yourself, hassled and sad, do you really feel happy? If...
A brave new world
26/10/2017 - 11:45
“The impulse, arrested, overflows, and flooding is feeling, flooding is passion, flooding is even madness: it all depends on the strength of the current, the height and the resistance of the obstacle. The unobstructed current flows placidly along the channels set towards a calm happiness " Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (1932) In the mid-twentieth century, there was one who understood what the modern world would be –...
How to be happy
25/09/2017 - 16:15
Happiness is in deferring it not in having it in having it There is the boredom of having had it. (Carmelo Bene) As Blaise Pascal once said happiness is certainly not a childish bourgeois divertissement, or a diversion or distraction, or as we say today an entertainment able to inebriate one away from contingent matters and questions. But it is an awareness, a consciousness of one’s condition, from which issues ethics...