WRITING
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| Writing is a way of speaking without being interrupted, Gianfranco Ravasi, the matins. |
Major ideologies on Writing
Copying from another perpetrator is a crime of plagiarism. Copying from multiple authors is, however, a worthy work and is called "Research".
I find this joke in a magazine, in a column of "sayings", and I "copy" it to propose it to my readers today. Sure,
I too fall under the caudine forks of that motto: every day I perform an act of plagiarism by "copying" someone else's sentence, or, by re-mixing more than one phrase or idea, I move on to the genre of "research" which, however, is still addictive.
In truth, there is a difference between "copying" and "researching" and it is enough just to compare the task of a boy who has resorted to the Internet for his "research" and a scholar's essay dripping with bibliographical references. And in any case, It is possible to construct a couple of considerations around the above joke.
The first is under the banner of humility or at least restraint. A medieval author, Bernard of Chartres, coined one often quoted phrase: "We are dwarves on the shoulders of giants." For this alone we can see a little beyond their. They make certain authors laugh who mock centuries of Western thought to give us their products that often they are just bad rehashing of the already said or very little news. "Copying" from the past can therefore be an act necessary and a sign of intelligence. The great Montaigne did not hesitate to confess that he had recourse to quotations to "do tell others what I don't know how to say well, sometimes due to the weakness of my language, other times due to the weakness of mine
intelligence". The other consideration is consequent to the first: to "copy" one must read. The hope is that, in a country like ours of non-readers, this practice grows without reservations and qualms, especially when it comes to classics.
Gianfranco Ravasi, the matins
to write
I am alive and well.
I'm alive. And well
to write
Writing is a way of speaking without being interrupted
To remember
Many years later, in front of the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendia would have remembered that remote afternoon when his father had taken him to learn about ice.
Macondo was then a village of twenty houses of clay and wild reed built on the bank of a river with waters
diaphanous that ruined for a bed of smooth stones, white and huge as prehistoric eggs. The world was like that recently, that many things were nameless, and to quote them you had to point them with your finger.
To Remember
We are our memory,
we are this chimeric museum of fickle forms,
this pile of broken mirrors.
Those who do not know the story will be forced to relive it
(sign at the entrance to Auschwitz)
There are five or six unforgettable days in a man's life.
The others make volume
For a long time I went to bed early in the evening.
Sometimes, as soon as the candle was extinguished, my eyes closed so quickly that I couldn't even tell myself
"I fall asleep".
Life is not what you lived, but what you remember and how you remember it to tell it
It can be remembered both according to the modality of having and according to that of being; but between the two forms of memory
there is a difference, mainly linked to the type of connection that is made. In the mnemonic mode of having, the connection is completely mechanical * as occurs when the connection between a word and the
subsequent is established and confirmed by the frequency with which it is instituted. In other words, connections can be purely logical, such as the connection between opposites or between converging concepts, or again over time, space, size, color, or in the frame of a given mental system.
In the case of the mode of being, however, remembering means actively recalling words, ideas, things sights, paintings, musical sounds; in other words, it consists in connecting the single data to be remembered to the many other data with which is related. The connections, in this second modality, are neither mechanical nor purely logical,
but living. One concept is connected to another by a thought-productive (or emotional) act it enters into
action when looking for the right word.
[...]
Remembering in the mode of being involves bringing back to life something that has been seen or heard before. It's a productive mnemonic process that we can experience trying to visualize a person's face or
a scene we once saw. Neither will we be able to instantly call it back to memory: we have to recreate the situation, bring it back to life in our mind. It is a way of remembering not always easy: to fully remember the face or the scene it is necessary to have observed them sufficiently concentration; and when this process is fully successful, the person whose face you remember is so alive, there
scene remembered so pregnant, as if both were physically, concretely present.
The past is always with us. His fate depends on the decision of the present to remove him or to hire him. For to assume it we have to do is turn around, but turning around costs, taking a look behind is often an unbearable operation. Let us beware of all those who after each massacre say that "life must go
forward ", that at a certain point we have to" put a stone on it. "They are preparing the ground for
return of all that has been decided to forget.
What has been said about the massacres also applies to racism, anti-Semitism and neo-Nazism, three notions that indicate the zero degree of human development. The Jews have kept their memory high, the gypsies, the nomads, whose extermination
statistically speaking it was more drastic than that of the Jews, they didn't have the chance to do it, and the same it can be said of the Armenians subjected to genocide on several occasions in history. These memory deletions pay off genocide in Bosnia is now possible.
Remember Nostalgia
Nostalgia is a word introduced by a nineteen year old medical student who presented one in Basel in 1688 degree thesis in which he proposes to name nostalgia a syndrome that affected mercenary soldiers in a foreign land, girls at the service of families far from their native land, exiles, uprooted people, foreigners. The term was lucky and replaced the word Heimweh, where in the root heim there is a reference to the word homeland (Heimat), to the house, to the what is familiar (heimlich).
Heim continued his story in the negative version of Unheimlich, the Disturbing, which returns in Heidegger and Freud, while Nostalgia, which the student Johannes Hofer coined by composing two Greek words, nóstos (return) and algos (pain), had its story as a variant of melancholy, and precisely as that melancholy that assails whom he suffers from the distance from his homeland and longs to return.
"Nostalgia - writes our medical graduate - is a symptom of a troubled imagination, product of spirits
vital that in their motion follow almost a single path along the white ducts of the striated bodies of the brain and channels of the oval center, and therefore arouse in the soul the exclusive and persistent idea of returning home. To such symptom is then accompanied by others, more or less serious. In my description I place that disease among the symptoms of a troubled imagination, as I don't believe that even with careful study one can be foundbest location ".
Two centuries before Freud this young student had therefore hypothesized that a dimension of the spirit,
imagination, could make the body sick and lead it to death.
to laugh
Blessed are those who know how to laugh at themselves: blessed, because they will never stop having fun
REFLECTION
Think before you think!
by Stanisław Jerzy Lec, Disheveled thoughts
TO DISAPPEAR
“Every now and then you can just disappear.
Sitting in the garden, you begin to feel that you are disappearing: observe how the world looks to you, when you are removed, when you are no longer part of the world, when you have become absolutely transparent.
Even for a second, try not to be "
Osho, Maturity, Riza Editions, 2004, p.162
SCHOOL FAMILIES
Certainly, that of the school is a different role from that of the family, of those who gave birth to that student (parent) or in any case of those who have taken on the task of leading him into the world (mother and father). different, though complementary. In fact, the school has the task of inserting the pupil into the history and culture of a
a village, a city, a nation and the whole world. today even in the home there are stimuli and ability to
teaching, but certainly not the conditions to do it in a structured, coordinated and complete way.
SENSES
"Because men could close their eyes to greatness, to horror, to beauty, and stop your ears in front of seductive melodies or words. But they couldn't escape the perfume. Because the perfume
he was brother of the breath. With it it penetrated into men, they could not resist it, if they wanted to live. And the perfume descended in them, directly to the heart, and there categorically distinguished sympathy from contempt, the disgust with pleasure, the love of hate. He who dominated smells dominated the hearts of men. "
Patrick Süskind: The perfume
Longanesi Publisher, Milan -1999
translation from the German by Giovanna Agabio
pp. 160-161
FEELINGS IRA PAIN RESENTMENT
Far more serious are the effects produced in us by anger and pain, with which we react to things, than those produced from the things themselves, for which we are angry or grieved.
Marcus Aurelius
FEELINGS HATE
Few people can be happy without hating some other person, nation or creed
Bertrand Russell
FEELINGS CRYING FEELINGS
Crying in the cinema
Duration: about ninety minutes
Material-, a feature film
Effect: calming
The film must be suitable: no film for intellectuals, but one that is easy to follow, predictable, with a light weave.
A love story is ideal. Better to sit very close to the screen as if not to get lost either an exclamation, become one with it, forget everything. And finally believe that everything you see is true and immense. Absolutely beautiful and sad at the same time. Becoming a butterfly, a tailor, a lady-gnorinella. But totally, otherwise it is not cinema. Have no critical detachment, no sad seriousness. Disassemble systematically every mistrust, every doubt. Become a great spectator, do it with shamelessness and decision.
And when the lovers separate, the heroine dies, the killer, evil, or foolishness triumph, dreams break,
Hearts tear apart and the violins play in the background and the percussion rumbles, so let yourself go crying liberating to hot tears. Without reflecting or being ashamed. Warmly, intensely, endlessly. Feel free desperate and reassured at the same time, overwhelmed by history, incapable of the slightest resistance, destroyed by sorrow, happy to let it flow, regardless of the rest.
Since cynicism, coldness, denigration, derision are increasingly cultivated in these times, it is convenient
experience good feelings of your own accord and freely. Without any calculation, just for the pleasure of doing it.
This proud softness of innocent tears hides a particular pleasure, a breakdown of barriers, a loss
temporary armor.
Roger - Pol Droit, Small portable philosophy. 101 daily thought experiments, Rizzoli, 2001
FEEL DIFFERENT
I'm Gimpel the idiot, but I don't think I'm stupid. Rather Feel different
I don't deny it: I am hospitalized in an asylum; my nurse watches me constantly, hardly takes my eyes off because there is a peephole in the door, and my nurse's gaze cannot penetrate me because he has them brown eyes, while mine are blue
A hooligan, cruel and sadistic and full of criminal fantasy, together with his worthy companions lives on violence, rapes, robs and kills. Until the police manage to capture him and turn against his own attitudes. Feeling it a very interesting subject, experiments on him with certain therapies that curb his aggressive instincts: it forces him to
continuously hear a certain music and simultaneously witness scenes of violence For some
time the young man rebels, resists, then realizes that it is better to pretend to integrate. It can continue to do the same things, but protected by the system. Based on a novel by Anthony Burgess, another film that made history. For the Kubrick's directing technique and for the violence expressed, which at the time was really a novelty, A Clockwork Orange continues to be a manifesto of that generation, dissatisfied and looking for other values.
Alex (McDowell) and Frederick, a minister of the regime, reunite after the first treatment, which is
still in the hospital, rather tried.
FREDERICK Do you understand Alex? Did I make myself clear?
ALEX Come un lago senza fango, sir. Così limpido come un cielo d'estate sempre blu. Fidati di me, Fred.
FREDERICK Bravo, you are a friend. Ah, yeah, they told me you like music. I have a little surprise for you.
ALEX Surprise?
FREDERICK Well, I hope you like it as, as we put it, as a symbol of our new understanding. A new
understanding between two old friends.
ALEX I was healed, all right.
(taken from: Daniela Farinotti, Tomorrow is another day: sixty endings of sixty legendary films ..., La Tartaruga Editions, Milan 1995)
Sixtyeight
The PCI to the young!
by Pier Paolo Pasolini
Is sad. The controversy against
the PCI had to be done in the first half
of the past decade. You are late, children.
And it doesn't matter if you weren't born yet.
Now journalists from all over the world (including
those of televisions)
they lick you (as I believe they still say in language
of universities) the ass. no, friends.
You have faces of daddy children.
Good breed does not lie.
You have the same bad eye.
You are fearful, uncertain, desperate
(great!) but you also know how to be
bullies, blackmailers and safe:
petty-bourgeois prerogatives, friends.
When yesterday in Valle Giulia you got into a fight
with the cops
I sympathized with the cops!
Because the policemen are children of the poor.
They come from suburbs, whether they are rural or urban.
As for me, I know very well,
their way of having been children and young people
the precious thousand lire, his father remained a boy too,
because of misery, which does not give authority.
The mother hardened as a porter, or tender,
for some disease, like a little bird;
the many brothers; the hut
among the gardens with red sage (in land
of others,
subdivided); the bass
on the sewers; or the apartments in the large ones
tenements, etc. etc.
And then, look at them how they dress: like clowns,
with that rough fabric that smells of ration
quartermaster and people. Worst of all, of course
it is the psychological state to which they are reduced
(for about forty thousand lire a month):
with no more smile,
with no more friendship with the world,
separated,
excluded (in an exclusion that has no equal);
humiliated by the loss of the quality of men
for that of policemen (being hated makes you hate).
They are twenty years old, your age, dear and dear.
We obviously agree against the establishment of the police.
But take it against the judiciary, and you will see!
The cop boys
than you for sacred hooliganism (of chosen tradition
Risorgimento)
you have beaten your father's children,
they belong to the other social class.
In Valle Giulia, there was thus a fragment
of class struggle: and you, friends (albeit on the side
of reason) you were, the rich,
while the cops (who were on the side
del torto) were the poor. Nice victory, then,
your! in these cases,
the cops are given flowers, friends /
"Popolo" and "Corriere della sera", "Newsweek" and "Monde"
they lick your ass. You are their children
their hope,
their future: if they scold you
they are certainly not preparing for a class struggle
against you! If ever,
to the old infighting.
For whom, intellectual or worker,
he is out of this struggle of yours, the idea is very funny
for a young bourgeois to beat up an old man
bourgeois, and that an old bourgeois sent to jail
a young bourgeois.
Blindly
Hitler's times return: the bourgeoisie
loves to punish himself with his own
hands.
I ask forgiveness from those one thousand or two thousand young brothers of mine
operating in Trento or Turin,
in Pavia or Pisa,
in Florence and also a little in Rome,
but I must say: the Student Movement
does not frequent the Gospels whose reading
his middle-aged flatterers credit him,
to feel young and create blackmailing virginity:
one thing students really know:
the moralism of the magistrate or professional father,
the conformist violence of the older brother
(naturally started on the father's way)
the hatred for the culture that their mother has, of origins
peasant women, even if already far away.
This, dear children, you know.
And you apply it through imperative feelings:
awareness of your rights (democracy
takes into account only you) and the aspiration for power.
Yes, your slogans are always about taking power.
I read helpless ambitions in your beards
in your pallor, desperate snobbery,
in your fleeting eyes of sexual dissociation,
in too much health arrogance, in poor health contempt
(only for those few of you who come from the middle class
infima, or from some working family
these defects have some nobility:
know yourself and the school of Barbiana!)
Occupy the universities
but you say the same idea comes
to young workers.
So:
"Corriere della Sera" and "Popolo", "Newsweek" and "Monde"
they will have so much concern
in trying to understand their problems.
The police will just take some beating
inside an occupied factory?
It is a trivial observation;
and blackmail. But above all in vain:
because you are bourgeois
and therefore anti-communists. The workers, they,
they stayed in 1950 and further back.
An ancient idea like that of the Resistance (which was contested twenty years ago,
and worse for you if you weren't born yet)
still thrives in the popular chests in the suburbs.
Maybe the workers do not speak French or English,
and only someone, poor man, in the cell in the evening,
he worked hard to learn some Russian.
Stop thinking about your rights,
stop asking for power.
A redeemed bourgeois must renounce all his rights
and banish from his soul, once and for all,
the idea of power. All this is liberalism: leave it
to Bob Kennedy.
The Masters are made by occupying the factories
not the universities: your flatterers (even communists)
they don't tell you the trivial truth that you are a new one
idealistic kind of indifferent like your fathers,
like your fathers, again, children.
Here,
Americans, your lovely peers,
with their foolish flowers, they're making up,
them, a “new” revolutionary language!
They invent it day by day!
But you can't do it because there is already one in Europe:
could you ignore it?
Yes, you want to ignore it (with great satisfaction
of the "Times" and "Tempo").
You ignore it by going, with the moralism of the deep provinces,
“Further to the left”. strange,
abandoning the revolutionary language
of the poor, old, Togliatti, officer
Communist Party,
you have adopted a heretical variant
but on the basis of the lowest jargon of sociologists without ideology (or of father bureaucrats).
So speaking,
ask everything in words,
while, with the facts,
just ask for that
to which you are entitled (as good middle-class children):
una serie di improrogabili riforme, l’applicazione di nuovi metodi pedagogici
and the renewal of a state body.
Well done!
Holy feelings!
May the lucky star of the bourgeoisie assist you!
Inebriated by the victory against the young men
of the police forced by poverty to be servants,
(and intoxicated by the interest of public opinion
bourgeois with whom you behave like women
do not fall in love, who ignore and mistreat
the rich suitor)
put aside the one really dangerous tool
to fight against your fathers:
ie communism.
I hope you have understood this
what to do with Puritanism
it's a way to prevent yourself
a true revolutionary action.
Rather, children, go and attack the Federations! Go and invade cells!
Go occupy the offices
of the Central Committee! Go, go
to camp in Via delle Botteghe Oscure!
If you want Power, at least seize power
of a party that is nevertheless in opposition
(even if battered, by the authority of gentlemen
in modest double-breasted, bowling fans, litote lovers,
bourgeois peers of your stupid fathers)
and its theoretical objective is the destruction of Power.
That it decides to destroy, in the meantime,
what bourgeois has in itself, I doubt a lot, even if with your contribution,
if, as I said, the good race does not lie ... Anyway: the PCI to the young! But, ouch, what do you
am I suggesting? what am I in
advising? What am I pushing you to?
I repent, I repent
I took the road that leads to the lesser evil,
God damn me. Don't listen to me, ouch, ouch, ouch
blackmailed blackmailer,
I blew the trumpets of common sense!
I just stopped in time,
saving together, fanatical dualism and ambiguity… But I have come to the brink of
shame ... (oh God! that I have to consider
the possibility of having the Civil War on your side
putting aside my old idea of Revolution?)
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