On the link with places of origin
25/07/2018 - 09:30
“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.” George Gordon Byron, Childe Harold’s...
Val d'Orcia, the poetry of light
19/07/2018 - 16:00
“When my children were small, I played a game with them. I gave them a twig each and told them to break it. It was certainly not a difficult task. Then I gave them a bunch of twigs and said try to break that. Obviously they couldn’t. That bunch of twigs – I told them – that’s the family.” (Alvin Straight , from the film A True Story by David Lynch) The first time I travelled to the Val d’Orcia, on a journey that should...
Aristocracy and narcissism
20/06/2018 - 15:45
But mine and mine I loved and mine I praised And mine that I was proud on, mine so much That I myself was to myself not mine Valuing of her… (Leonato: act IV, scene I), Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothin Shakespeare shows great understanding of the human soul and in his comic plays too a dramatic refrain always resounds, albeit nestled amongst a thousand witticisms. Here therefore is our tragic condition shown in...
On ritual value
21/05/2018 - 09:45
It had been a long time since I had kept the fast. So that Friday at the restaurant, I didn’t eat meat. Although in that rural mountain restaurant it was the house specialty – and the owner had suggested it rather definitely. Not a great sacrifice, one could say. On the other hand, homemade ravioli with herbs and a generous portion of fried porcini was no punishment. So, convinced by a quick bit of thinking, I thought it...