It was not a heavenly love
18/11/2014 - 14:30
In the novel The School of Flesh generated by the pen of the traditionalist writer Yukio Mishima in 1963, the protagonists Taeko and Senkichi are victims of a fatal, irresistible attraction. They seek each other in a desperately strong desire for union but at the same time they are repelled by an evil spell of hostile and atavistic foreboding. The perfect stereotype of the independent divorced woman of post-war upper-...
Back to the land
14/10/2014 - 14:15
Ignorance is like dust. Irritating to the mucous membranes, upsetting, it makes you cough. Yet with just a gust of wind it vanishes in all its insubstantiality. I thought this when, racing along a dirt track between fields and ditches at the foot of Citerna, I encountered a state of the art SUV shooting out of a tobacco field at breakneck speed. It almost ran me down and left me, like Wile E. Coyote, in a cloud of dust...
The ability to interpret signs
15/09/2014 - 16:30
The ability to interpret signs has been a symbol of wisdom since ancient times, one exclusively reserved to the sophoi or “wise ones”, the custodians of esoteric and unchanging knowledge. That modernity has overturned with its enlightened, progressive and constant mutability. Producing a knowledge-set that is unstable, temporary and relative. Useless in the end. Deception. Pettiness. A lie perpetrated over the centuries...
Like Penelope
04/08/2014 - 15:00
We must never surrender to disillusionment. Or surrender to obsessive resentment and nihilism. Life, of course, goes on as it must in its daily path with a wonderful balance of freedom and necessity. Choices, pursued with vigour and determination, or maybe with mild but protracted conviction. Acts, important and generous, or maybe a little more than timid puns, the bored games of men dispersed through the individualist cage...