DESIRE POSSIBILITY
you can take a horse to the river but you can't make it drink
Destinies
There is no plot of life that is mine exclusively; here and there a face emerges, a sentence, a simple word from some dark point of existence. It may be that that flash leaves me lost looking for complicated hypotheses salvation, more likely that it runs away, caught by the current of time that does not linger on small lots....
.... private, concerned as he is to modify the universal substance of events.
Someone calls it destiny and relies on it: not me, because I have never been able to recognize a value of inevitability to the days to come, and not even to put the boulder of those past on them.
Maybe I just have the present, which does not give me joy, but not even pain. And this is no small thing. Rather.
DIARY
I am a convinced "diarist" (and this blog is somehow a witness). I also (and most of all) love diaries
of the others, because they give me the impression of entering their psychology, of fully understanding what in others readings remains only on the surface. The diary that fascinated me most of all is that of André Gide, because it is the story of...
...a restless spirit, but also the lesson of a master of taste.
Perhaps we don't have a great diary tradition in Italian literature. If I look at the 1800s I think of Niccolò Tommaseo, to his "sin, I repent, repent". His is a good diary, not built "artfully". Leopardi's not
a diary can be defined "strictu sensu"; too composite, little inclined to sincere biographism (which instead is very much more deducible from his correspondence). As for the 1900s, however, I really liked Corrado's "moral" diaries.
Alvaro, a writer who I believe wrote his best things in those pages. And then there is Tommaso Landolfi
(again him): his diaries are only apparently "literary" works, in reality they do nothing but denounce a
tragedy. D'Annunzio (author who is not usually at the top of my thoughts) has also written good journal pages, sometimes I enjoy reading them, even with passion.
DIARY BLOG
"This, reader, is a sincere book. I warn you from the beginning that I have not proposed any end with it, except domestic and private. I have not given any consideration to your advantage or my glory. My forces don't they are sufficient for such a purpose.
If I had written it to win people's favor, I would have better adorned myself and presented myself with
studied attitude. I want you to see me here in my way of being simple, natural and usual, without
affectation or artifice: because it is myself that I paint.
Here you will read my shortcomings taken to the surface and my natural image, as far as respect allowed me public. What if I had found myself among those peoples who are said to still live in the sweet freedom of the primitive laws of nature, I assure you that I would gladly have painted myself here completely, and completely naked.
So, reader, I am the subject of my book myself: there is no reason for you to spend your time on a topic
so frivolous and vain.
Farewell then, from Montaigne on March 1, one thousand five hundred and eighty. "
Michel de Montaigne. Texts presented by André Gide, Adelphi, p. 43
translation by Fausta Garavini
DIARY QUOTES
A good thought we have read, something that struck us in listening to it, we gladly bring them back to ours
diary. But if we nevertheless took the trouble to note observations from the letters of our friends,
characteristics, polite judgments, fleeting and witty sayings, we could become very rich. There are letters that are preserved to never read them again, finally the day comes that they are destroyed by discretion, and so the most beautiful and more immediate breath of life, and it will not be possible for us or for others to reproduce it ever again. I propose to fix a
this neglect ...
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