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THE UGLY OF DIRECT

E 'occurred. Inevitable delays as the Red Arrow. Cartesian quite sure how the next attack on Berlusconi Taliban robes whose existence most certain proceeds from the inevitable cogito dell'arcoretano paranoid. However am still not believe it. When you say the optimism of the will ...

So yesterday night around 19 I was waiting at the 42-inch plasma HD ready, full-featured 4x4 with automatic locking differential. Foretaste hour cross-country skiing at the highest level: the final race of the Winter Olympics in Vancouver. And who knows, even a medal to the Azzurri. In fact, the first images explained Di Centa and Pillercottrer who were there with the best. My Adelscott was almost over but I do not even notice, such was the tension with which I enjoyed even the strict geometries of speech drawn from the thin white granite slopes of Whistler Olympic Park .

Brava Rai, I exclaimed to myself, from time to time. In spite of increasingly overwhelming thrust in the direction of satellite TV, Pay TV and the slow advance of digital TV, Rai is in someone who is equally concerned about regions such as Lombardy, the DGT-TV are still waiting.

short, the 50 km classical technique and continued blues, all except the unfading Di Centa, were lost along the track. Classical technique. There are still those who, in the upper echelons Olympic and not only there, consider positive forced the survival of a way to practice cross country now devoid of any technical reason, it's athletic or historic. Imposing in major competitions such as the use of Olympic style runs as the alternating step up and push to replace the skating, as it would impose in the high jump bypassing the ventral. Or, in the field of cycling, the adoption of the brake rod. Okay. Back to

bomb. The 50 km starts at the end. Missing 3000 m (3 km, ie about 5 or 6 minutes to finish. E Di Centa, with some difficulty, it is still there with the leaders. The tension is skyrocketing. And the picture disappears from the screen and fade in a hot and seductive male voice announces that the footage from the final stages of the final race of the 2010 Vancouver stop here and move on Rai sports. But shit! Rai is sports on digital terrestrial television! What starts in Lombardy (if all goes well) in May. I (along with millions of viewers Lombard) can not wait, I do not have all that time, the race ends in 5 minutes! Holy shit! I can not get these cowards. They can, can, and how if they can. In fact, the plasma appears the large face of a bust of TG2 seraphically announcing the start of an edition of short news "... because of the direct from the Vancouver Winter Olympics" . I do not believe yet. Slots wild among Rai 1, 2 and 3. Zapping becomes frantic as they move along the minute. Now restart the air, I keep telling myself less convinced. It is not possible to end this way. E 'possible, you can indeed.

Edition "short" of TG2 lasts 13 minutes. Di Centa has disappeared forever in the icy waves of Whistler. The live broadcast of the race ended (on digital terrestrial television) for a long time. Resumed when the analogue Vancouver will do just talk led by two-dimensional presence of Ivana Vaccaro on 50 km and we refer to see the delayed arrival of a Di Centa exhausted and eleventh. We Lombard analog we arrived exhausted and the last. In fact we have not even finished the race. I would love to, but just then, left alone even for a few seconds, with the genius who decided on the analog broadcast cut to 5 minutes far from the end of 50 km. The beauty of direct? But of what? "servile Italy Hostel in pain ...." (Purgatorio, VI, 76-78)

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IRRELEVANT TO WHO?

The film poster by Francesco Maselli novel by Moravia. With Rod Steiger , Claudia Cardinale, Shelley Winters , Tomas Milian, Paulette Goddard (1964).

& # 160; , & # 160; ; "Man is not so

, & # 160; , & # 160; ; other than this? "

& # 160; & # 160; Shakespeare (King Lear ; III I)

There are no preliminaries, no expectations or ads. Raid, instead. Moravia sudden bursts in the Italian cultural scene now fully controlled by granite and Fascist censorship. Just eighteen but already mature and complete author, shrewd and sensitive observer of a society in deep crisis. Ideally, economic, cultural. He was born here the interior collapse of the characters that move in the pages of the novel. The sickly, rather malatissimo, Moravia enters along with the protagonist: "Carla came ..." . There is a door that opens. The reality is already totally wide open sull'accidiosa petty bourgeois society that populates the pages of a stunning literary debut whose dominant color is "... a dark gray ..." oppressive environments, objects, thoughts and souls. The light, his small circle, revealing a few short segments of the world, rejecting the rest "... in the shadows of the living room ..." and separates with fierce sharpness ".. and the trinkets other items ... "from " ... their dead comrades scattered and inconsistent in the shadows ... " of opaque indifference. In consonance with the significant title.

Moravia enter into argument with violently stinging shock widening the doors of subjectivism pessimist says the story of five indifferent actors. For this we understand that the objects, their "physical" are not real if there is no light to illuminate them. There are first and if there is a subject close to observe them, to give them consistency and rationale. Without the light of a look they do not confine themselves to be invisible but can condemn and die. It is the presence of humans to animate dead matter. The ass "Buddha rural" confirms nodding of the head with blunt oscillations.

But who gives motion and soul the subject? Who is Live? Nothing, Judgement pessimism Moravia. The man just because he has a soul. Sartre with his depressed weltanschauung is already working well in young Pincherle, alias Moravia. That is the short description of aseptic Carla takes the form of a leaflet and a poster of the age.

There is, in Moravia, a psychology of things to supplement and often replace the human so that the object, the thing, sometimes develops a clear, although hardly decipherable, interior profile, visibility almost anthropomorphic in the absence of which also the human loss of depth and meaning.

Only the foolish, semi mechanical task of sex gives the illusion of life. And the hatred, yet vital that raises ubiquitous dark shadow "... the wave of resentment (...) dark black with no head ...". Foam: slight inconsistency from which we were born, slender body as the primordial slime of indifference can not even produce. Only lutulenta lust for Leo is able to give Carla a semblance of vitality. Empty and unproductive kinematics: it is the young, for men, a Chinese porcelain aesthetically appealing. Nothing more. And 'he, Leo, the egocentric, the opportunist mother's lover, avid (but at least vital) concupitore daughter, to speak for everyone with monomaniacal engastrimismo. Carla warns darkly of being destined for the worst. And even so wishes. Although the presence of suffocating desire arouses "... petty disgust ...". The alternative is revealed "... a shame, a blush, a disgrace ...". But the total consciousness never manifests itself. The young man is prey to a total alienation that precludes any possibility of autonomous choice. For this seeks guidance from the own reflection in the mirror. The answer is fierce and Carla discovers that it is not even able to think. He discovered the power only squirm in the magma of absolute depersonalization. E ' another form, just like her mother. Do not you just have to escape into sleep "... pitch black" . Carla feels only the deep discomfort of existence. Flee forever. All in Moravia's novel, are on the run. But there is a place, a port to which to go. Although he vaguely guessed existed.

Neither is capable of this dull presentiment Marion. Around him takes the form "... I still ..." immemorial of a taboo that Leo has long been violated and whose mana, now sleeping in the dust of indifference, takes on the outlines an archaic form faceless. The mother is in fact only a "... mask stupid, pathetic ..." adamantly and stubbornly rooted deep in Leo nothing that erupts incessantly. He does not understand, Marion, what is happening, what is going to happen, what should happen.

Michele is condemned to think with lucidity faint-hearted but tough to catch up at the bottom of the immovable fate of a life that grabs the vacuum and dissolve. The young man knows that his spasms of hatred for the lover of his mother and sister are only short and gristle off explosions aimed at now, to become flickering wisps in the churchyard of feeling. All is fiction, the words, human relationships, feelings, the looks. Michael knows it and try some faint resistance. But it always falls on his knees, overcome laziness and indifference. Even the "physical confrontation" with Leo ends with a surrender. And he carried away from. "... that unworthy comedy" It stirs empty, helpless in the face of a bloodless ghosts will exhausted. E 'condemned to think, to see, read with lucid clarity. But it is unable to act. As Carla, as Marion, like all at the bottom. Even Leo is, in fact, "inactive". You simply take what is, to bear fruit already fallen, and to allow carry indifference, selfishness, self-interest. And 'this society, the world described by the young Moravia. They are our world, our society. Are we?

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THE LORD OF THE FLIES

all began several thousand years ago. Golding knows. That is the title of his most famous novel reflects the archaic expression zebub Baal, the lord of the flies, literally, with this expression quoted in the book of Kings ( "Go and questioned zebub-Baal, the god of Ekron ..." 2, 1-2). We are talking about Satan, in short, the Adversary, the Accuser, deity of Phoenician origin with the name of Baal, and worshiped by the Canaanites later called by Christ "prince of this world." Long is the theory of the names of Baal-zebub. devil "who divides " to Lucifer "light bearer" . Disturbing the fact that the other carrier or maker of light is the merciful God of the Bible whose lufiferente attribute matches the characteristics of the adversary.

The story of the babies and children thrown on a coral island completely deserted due to a plane crash, appears marked out from the front cover of a sulfurous stench.

Here, warns Golding, as we were. And as we are still hopelessly bound to our obscure origins. We come from a cruel and ruthless roots that sink in a dark and muddy surface. There, smack in the book of Golding, a cry of alarm screamed loudly Davalos in the eyes of the contemporary world (the novel was released in 1954). An urgent invitation to reflect, to stop just for a few moments to look around us. Within us. Nothing has changed though. Those children condemned by the case of a forced cohabitation, they walk back in a short time, without the slightest deviation, the same route taken by humanity in the course of evolution lasting many hundreds of thousands of years. A path paved with violence. With the same, tragic outcomes. As then the only hope of survival for the Man-child is the acceptance of certain rules of coexistence, if not entirely peaceful, at least Armistice. Rules that totemizzano object symbol of power. First, in the shell-scepter. Then, in full frenzy, the pig's head eaten by flies. Baal-zebub is already present.

The story takes the children on the island to move from the discovery of large shell which Ralph steals. The instinct, the same that will guide the action of the group, said that the salvation of society lies in that tiny instrument that is both trump, cymbal war, bell assembly, even primordial salvation.

"Where is the man with the megaphone?" . The first question indicate precisely the symbol of authority, which can save from the chaos of all against all by establishing a hierarchy that laying hold a kind of solidarity, however, forced the group for a short time to become horde. It does not matter who contests. Count the normativity of the instrument almost immediately becomes something else. "Where is the man with the trumpet?" calls Jack on the beach with other guys attracted by the sound of the imperious "shining fang."

regression, a return to the roots is already in place: the human voice transmitted from the 'funnel' transforms the archaic and mysterious power of pure sound and immediately presents the antagonist. It 'clear. Will he, Jack, with tragic results to topple the authority of the "tusk" which Ralph will cling desperately to the last. It 's the plump Piggy to ask the first question. And 'only spent a few minutes, but already the object takes on the features of the authoritative scepter. Piggy tries the law of the adults comfortably so far has always guided and reassured. Want a rule to hold on. He wants to put the trumpet loud fleeing ghosts of loneliness and abandonment, the evil elves of the forest.

And here's the shell. Ralph finds it and keeps it close. To rally the survivors with the voice of the eternal sea. The story begins here and ends here.

We already know what is going on, row after row, under a sky of crystal blue. Pending the outcome of the tragic human sacrifice perpetrated by primates and wanted children in the name of "Golden Bough" snatched from the hands of a small king-of-the-shell. A king, traits Nemi, who must die. The Lord of the Flies takes a toll of blood . "Get him! Kill it! Scannatelo " Simone is only wrong to have revealed the true nature of the beast, his human side, his earthly soul and psyche. Therefore, he must die for having shed light on the mystery, revealing a truth guilty of unspeakable and unmentionable. Every revelation, all knowledge, from Adam to Christ, always involves a sacrifice. The beast is in our mind and we need to accept and justify an ancient sin, a sin ever committed. The man, our "humanity", has died already from the prologue.

The happy (happy?) Order does not affect the sense of unsettling parable that describes a kind of "Apocalypse Now" ahead of its time, full of echoes Frazer. "Horror, horror ..." murmurs the reader with an adequate expression of disgust with Brando's Kurtz, who is about to be killed by the "new king" as the camera guided by the hand of Coppola, a few seconds before the sacrifice, with a slow and apparently careless movement, frames an old book left on a table: "The Golden Bough" .

At the end of the writings of Golding's boys are saved. This lack of "only" two: the plump and effeminate Piggy "fallen on the ground", and little Simon, the sacrifice of the beast. Everything becomes clear in "sacred wood of Nemi" . Everything happens because it always has to happen.