Cherry blossom time
16/04/2018 - 15:30
“How far from this world is the wild cherry?” Haiku by Yamamoto Jōchō (1649 - 1721), Japanese warrior and philosopher For sure the Tiber is not the Meguro River that flows delicately through the teeming city of Tokyo. We’re not in Japan and the tradition of celebrating cherry blossom is something distant and detached from our local ways. But that’s just a cultural fact, don’t be put off by it. Take on board the...
Trance from decay
19/03/2018 - 09:15
There is a fundamental alienation in this new digital age. Like a surreal melody that fills empty deserts with cardboard, there is nothing tragic or radical here. Will the world end like this? It’s possible. A pantomime without big eschatological motives. A legitimate and justified scenario would need Hannah Arendt, so it’s not even worthwhile to tackle it asking yourself why – there’s so much in the way of dire incoherence...
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...