Tuesday, December 18, 2007: The Rotary Gazzetta del Mezzogiorno
While trying to organize a first ever, I am convinced that things are decided at the last minute are always the best. Yes, because when you decide to last, you still have the thrill of the doubt, do not know what will be, you're not prepared, so a pleasant thing that happens to you without you have provided becomes the Beautiful with a capital. And while you're going to the show for which you have organized, checked, very welcome and decisive, the Cross, which takes me under his auspices and Cinzia and take us to church Vallisa: is program in a show choir spirituals. Pleasant experience. The group performs transportation, encourages the audience to sing the melodies reminiscent of the most famous of these beautiful songs, different from the gospel because spontaneous, improvised, so many faces to the expression of mood, passion, creative personality. At the greek restaurant in Old Bari is a friendly waitress, we are three very different individuals (an elegant maroon began to Cynthia, rainbow scarves for Michael, divided university for me) and we seem to be expected for centuries: they give us beer, smiles and a dish of Greece. The moussaka is very good, but the sweet, we take it from Fanelli, in King David: On the other hand, the cornet at the end of the evening is a must since I was in Bari is at this point that the factory crossbar with a brilliant idea of \u200b\u200bthe wonders of his mill. Editor of the Journal of the South, where he works: "Have you ever seen how to print the papers?" In elementary school I had led a time to see the press Eco di Bergamo. I was the lowest among my companions, an imposing man showed us where these giant trucks piled copies in print of the local newspaper, I was almost frightened by the noise, the straps with the newspapers, the smell of paper and ink . We were given a copy of Echo and I remember that I had preserved for a long as if it had been a collector's item. Twenty-five years later, a press review in action, watch the production of plates, the formation of color, fast printing of a newspaper that runs on rollers picturesque before being distributed throughout the south, gave me new things. Above all, I thought that while I sleep, just when I sleep at night working there is an Italy, an Italy made up of journalists, guards, factory workers and secretaries, chased by whistles and sirens under the stars, while the driver a waiting van that fills the space of her way to go and distribute the magazine to newsstands. I yawn, they have just begun. They'll sleep, I hope, while I buy a newspaper at the kiosk, or ordering a espressino read it before entering university. Yes, because someone once told me: "You must understand one thing, now that you are in Bari: The Journal of the South can not be bought, but it reads the bar."
Friday, December 21, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Software Exception C0000005 In Tally 9
December 6, 2007: Eraserhead (David Lynch) 12/01/2007
And 'one of my favorite directors. I learned about after I passionate series of Twin Peaks, which are among the landscapes of Montana, the rooms with the halogen and the tables of the diner, it was an area, the presence of malignant spirits of the woods. To see David Lynch have to accept the intrusion of strange things in your reality, things that keep you suspended between a world that can understand and share and a leading the invisible is made of dreams, summoning, rumors and sudden lights, amid a riot of red and purple. The curtain, the door curtain and metaphors are very common in his films: the protagonists of his films often have to solve mysteries and in the end of the film remains the doubt, because you could see the two dimensions, but you did not understand what the is communicating, what is in the middle of what is truly made the curtain that divides them. As in Blue Velvet, Mulholland Drive, and certainly, above a bit 'in experimentation, in his latest film, Inland Empire. Few artists manage to keep my opinion for so long shrouded in mystery. His first feature, Eraserhead, is perhaps less difficult to explain, but has a prophetic content. I went to see him with Lina, Cynthia, Anna and Maria Rosaria, but I had the right to prevent: it is also the director of the festival before the movie starts, inviting us to hold on to your stomach. Eraserhead when it was released in 1975, it was forbidden to pregnant women and the reason is clear: it is the story of an industrial world, gray as black and white film, in which the sun never shines and everyone will live as men unnecessary supplemented with pieces of iron (such as the father of the protagonist). We drag them from abandoned factories to homes bleak and empty, which nest hysteria and degradation. Our desires will be used to suffocate because someone will act for us (a man drives the levers that simulate the moment of our procreation), everything we do to perpetuate and therefore doomed to failure. The body decomposes, triumphs, horrifying, physical death. So better not to look ahead, better to live like those fleeting love of neighbor. The son of the protagonist, a monstrous worm kept in swaddling clothes and without limbs, inspires disgust but also pity, with her perpetual lament. The man, says Lynch, is destroyed by itself, has invented a world in which to realize their material goals and submissive to his will even nature. Can you ever recover? The only happy image of the film is that of a dog which suckle their young, while the protagonist tries ideally to escape his dreadful condition in a dream world: there is no light, a stage with chairs and curtains (remember the dreams of the inspector Cooper?), a deformed girl singing smiling a paradise to come. Leaving the cinema, we discussed a lot, but narrow in the "Suzuka" by Maria Rosaria and direct the croissants, we also have rice. And while the streets were talking about symbols of Lynch, the cold December night we called home.
And 'one of my favorite directors. I learned about after I passionate series of Twin Peaks, which are among the landscapes of Montana, the rooms with the halogen and the tables of the diner, it was an area, the presence of malignant spirits of the woods. To see David Lynch have to accept the intrusion of strange things in your reality, things that keep you suspended between a world that can understand and share and a leading the invisible is made of dreams, summoning, rumors and sudden lights, amid a riot of red and purple. The curtain, the door curtain and metaphors are very common in his films: the protagonists of his films often have to solve mysteries and in the end of the film remains the doubt, because you could see the two dimensions, but you did not understand what the is communicating, what is in the middle of what is truly made the curtain that divides them. As in Blue Velvet, Mulholland Drive, and certainly, above a bit 'in experimentation, in his latest film, Inland Empire. Few artists manage to keep my opinion for so long shrouded in mystery. His first feature, Eraserhead, is perhaps less difficult to explain, but has a prophetic content. I went to see him with Lina, Cynthia, Anna and Maria Rosaria, but I had the right to prevent: it is also the director of the festival before the movie starts, inviting us to hold on to your stomach. Eraserhead when it was released in 1975, it was forbidden to pregnant women and the reason is clear: it is the story of an industrial world, gray as black and white film, in which the sun never shines and everyone will live as men unnecessary supplemented with pieces of iron (such as the father of the protagonist). We drag them from abandoned factories to homes bleak and empty, which nest hysteria and degradation. Our desires will be used to suffocate because someone will act for us (a man drives the levers that simulate the moment of our procreation), everything we do to perpetuate and therefore doomed to failure. The body decomposes, triumphs, horrifying, physical death. So better not to look ahead, better to live like those fleeting love of neighbor. The son of the protagonist, a monstrous worm kept in swaddling clothes and without limbs, inspires disgust but also pity, with her perpetual lament. The man, says Lynch, is destroyed by itself, has invented a world in which to realize their material goals and submissive to his will even nature. Can you ever recover? The only happy image of the film is that of a dog which suckle their young, while the protagonist tries ideally to escape his dreadful condition in a dream world: there is no light, a stage with chairs and curtains (remember the dreams of the inspector Cooper?), a deformed girl singing smiling a paradise to come. Leaving the cinema, we discussed a lot, but narrow in the "Suzuka" by Maria Rosaria and direct the croissants, we also have rice. And while the streets were talking about symbols of Lynch, the cold December night we called home.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Is Mucus Watery Before Period?
: a roundabout way. A walk to St. Petersburg
you ever been in a radio? You have no idea if the answer is no, what is interesting cabinets full of records and CDs, small soundproof rooms with microphones that crashed through the ceiling, friendly technicians sound that make you correct your signs and delay in speaking. I had never felt this experience, but the DJ is a figure that has always interested me. I also wanted to do it, but then fate, rather than in front of a microphone, took me (and I am proud of) in front of a blackboard and to many students. The radio, or at least the radio that I listen, I like the genuine enthusiasm of those who work in, the genuineness of their intentions, the spontaneity of language, the play of imagination of the features of the DJ just to hear his voice. And then the music, and television has now become just a boring, repetitive counterpoint to people yelling, the insults, stripped, sold and behind the scenes for doing this, collect checks millionaires. Anyway, I went on the radio for the first time two weeks ago, speaking in St. Petersburg at the kind invitation of Michele Traversa, accurate journalist and photographer, hunter magical moments in lands far and near, avid promoter of contemporary Bari. If you live here, it is unlikely that not know it. Leads to "The other radio" (www.laltraradio.it) a program called "roundabout way" (just like his travel book published by Stilo), in which talk of distant lands with those who know them. He does not want, however, that we speak only of things that the young visitor wants to read about the tour operators' brochures. He wants the listener can close your eyes, perhaps listening to a song or theme in the verses of a poet, and you find yourself walking on Nevsky Prospekt, keep the sidewalks, traffic signals, the gates of the palaces, the noses of people who are walking, if they have not already lost as the story of Gogol '. Or, braving the gusts of icy wind, that wants to meet Stravinsky, as in the song Battiato. I really enjoyed talking about Petersburg, the transmission was aired today, but if you want to walk the streets of St. Petersburg you can get inspiration for entering the site and listening to the radio interview. Just go to "listen to the programs" and click "roundabout way".
you ever been in a radio? You have no idea if the answer is no, what is interesting cabinets full of records and CDs, small soundproof rooms with microphones that crashed through the ceiling, friendly technicians sound that make you correct your signs and delay in speaking. I had never felt this experience, but the DJ is a figure that has always interested me. I also wanted to do it, but then fate, rather than in front of a microphone, took me (and I am proud of) in front of a blackboard and to many students. The radio, or at least the radio that I listen, I like the genuine enthusiasm of those who work in, the genuineness of their intentions, the spontaneity of language, the play of imagination of the features of the DJ just to hear his voice. And then the music, and television has now become just a boring, repetitive counterpoint to people yelling, the insults, stripped, sold and behind the scenes for doing this, collect checks millionaires. Anyway, I went on the radio for the first time two weeks ago, speaking in St. Petersburg at the kind invitation of Michele Traversa, accurate journalist and photographer, hunter magical moments in lands far and near, avid promoter of contemporary Bari. If you live here, it is unlikely that not know it. Leads to "The other radio" (www.laltraradio.it) a program called "roundabout way" (just like his travel book published by Stilo), in which talk of distant lands with those who know them. He does not want, however, that we speak only of things that the young visitor wants to read about the tour operators' brochures. He wants the listener can close your eyes, perhaps listening to a song or theme in the verses of a poet, and you find yourself walking on Nevsky Prospekt, keep the sidewalks, traffic signals, the gates of the palaces, the noses of people who are walking, if they have not already lost as the story of Gogol '. Or, braving the gusts of icy wind, that wants to meet Stravinsky, as in the song Battiato. I really enjoyed talking about Petersburg, the transmission was aired today, but if you want to walk the streets of St. Petersburg you can get inspiration for entering the site and listening to the radio interview. Just go to "listen to the programs" and click "roundabout way".
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