apparently some committee of wise men came out with a list of 100 italian movies to be saved
and although i am pretty happy that my favourite movie (la battaglia di algeri, check my previous post "genius" for the trailer) is indeed on that list, on the other side i feel pretty ashamed to say that i only saw like 10 of them...
need to catch up...
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Abschied
so leben wir und nehmen immer Abschied
that's the last line from Rilke's eighth elegy. so we live, and always say farewell. haven't thought about it for a long while. about the poem i mean. not about its matter, i think about that all the time. especially now, that's why it probably crossed my mind. obviously in italian...
Ma chi ci ha rigirati cosi'
che qualsia quel che facciamo
e' sempre come fossimo nell'atto di partire? Come
colui che sull'ultimo colle che gli prospetta per una volta ancora
tutta la sua valle, si volta, si ferma, indugia -,
cosi' viviamo per dir sempre addio.
that's the last line from Rilke's eighth elegy. so we live, and always say farewell. haven't thought about it for a long while. about the poem i mean. not about its matter, i think about that all the time. especially now, that's why it probably crossed my mind. obviously in italian...
Ma chi ci ha rigirati cosi'
che qualsia quel che facciamo
e' sempre come fossimo nell'atto di partire? Come
colui che sull'ultimo colle che gli prospetta per una volta ancora
tutta la sua valle, si volta, si ferma, indugia -,
cosi' viviamo per dir sempre addio.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
morgen...
people in the night are weird... they really are very much different people than who they are in full daylight! when else would an old german lady just tell me "morgen" in the street, while looking straight into my face?
people in the night are much nicer, like if there were a silent agreement which makes things smoother...
people in the night are much nicer, like if there were a silent agreement which makes things smoother...
Friday, February 22, 2008
discovering yiddish
last night i went to see what i had misinterpreted as a klezmer concert, and was instead much more: a klezmer trio, yes, but playing along with a yiddish storyteller, a little lovely man from new york telling the most funny stories...
and the greatest thing of all is that yiddish is perfectly understandable once you are just a bit familiar with german: you just need to adjust your ears and apply a filter to most vowels and you're done, great! and sounds so nice!
PESAKH FISZMAN (New York) und A TICKLE IN THE HEART Swing & Klezmer Trio Köln
and now i really want to go to new york and find people who still speak yiddish and listen to their stories too... or maybe for a start just take a look at this book
and the greatest thing of all is that yiddish is perfectly understandable once you are just a bit familiar with german: you just need to adjust your ears and apply a filter to most vowels and you're done, great! and sounds so nice!PESAKH FISZMAN (New York) und A TICKLE IN THE HEART Swing & Klezmer Trio Köln
and now i really want to go to new york and find people who still speak yiddish and listen to their stories too... or maybe for a start just take a look at this book
Monday, February 18, 2008
what next?
can't help. since a few weeks ago, when i was kindly forced to think about my near future, i just can't stop. i mean, i'm already a person who thinks about the future, constantly, every day. can't live the moment. can't be in the present, can't feel the here and now. but still, now it's different. i'm thinking about it all the damn time. what am i going to do, and where, and when?? and moreover, do i really care??
recently i started with this writing mania, like everything that i do or think or see i have to write something about it... does it mean anything?? no idea. maybe i should do something related to writing. yes but what??
how do you really see me?? funny question, to all the imaginary readers of my blog...
recently i started with this writing mania, like everything that i do or think or see i have to write something about it... does it mean anything?? no idea. maybe i should do something related to writing. yes but what??
how do you really see me?? funny question, to all the imaginary readers of my blog...
Friday, February 08, 2008
me writing??
never thought about me writing...
well i do write from time to time, but just notes, messy thoughts, on some notebook, usually when i'm travelling.
then i started this blog, but still, it's like stream of consciousness (in the least ambitious meaning possible obviously!) i write what i think with no filter, maybe go over it a couple of times, add something. then just proof read it for typos or so. but i don't go through the text and change it all the time, and try to express whatever in a better way. the day after i post a new item, i never touch it again.
after xmas i decided i wanted to write an article. just something for myself, but in article form. and i did it. i was actually, as usual, travelling. going to berlin. i wrote it on the train, in the airport, on the plane. and read it all over again and again, rewrote, erased, corrected. i thought i might even send it to my friend who has a small monthly, ViceVersa. but was not actually convinced about that, after all it's a political monthly, and my article was polemic, but nothing to do with politics. it was inspired by the cow episode in salerno. just an optimised version of the post. in italian, actually.
it was one month ago. since then i thought i should type it, but never had time, or anyway never really did it. never actually read it again since i'm back here.
then 2 days ago i went to bed, opened my computer, took my notebook, and wanted to type it once for all. but was tired and lazy, and started doing something else. don't remember though. probably skyping with giovi in australia, writing moody emails or watching scrubs. and yesterday i thought ok, i will type it, and then rewrite it in form of a polemic short story, and not as an article. still polemic, but not in first person.
just that yesterday was a weird day. whatever i did, i heard it in my mind, and sounded like a sentence from a short story. maybe it was because i started thinking in short story terms. so when i finally went back to bed, at 3, i did write a short story. pretty personal though, nothing to do with cows. too personal, don't really feel like posting it here.
but the best thing is, i enjoyed doing it, a real lot! i wrote it, i went through it over and over. then i was falling asleep, my eyes couldn't stand it, i decided to sleep. but still i was rethinking about it all the time. this morning during breakfast i went through it again, added new parts. damn it's fun. never thought i could have so much fun in writing about myself. i'm usually moody when i do that. this was funny instead! i kept thinking about it the whole day, having new ideas, i really want to go back home now and go through it again!
don't really think anyone might ever be interested in reading it, but that's not really the point now...
well i do write from time to time, but just notes, messy thoughts, on some notebook, usually when i'm travelling.
then i started this blog, but still, it's like stream of consciousness (in the least ambitious meaning possible obviously!) i write what i think with no filter, maybe go over it a couple of times, add something. then just proof read it for typos or so. but i don't go through the text and change it all the time, and try to express whatever in a better way. the day after i post a new item, i never touch it again.
after xmas i decided i wanted to write an article. just something for myself, but in article form. and i did it. i was actually, as usual, travelling. going to berlin. i wrote it on the train, in the airport, on the plane. and read it all over again and again, rewrote, erased, corrected. i thought i might even send it to my friend who has a small monthly, ViceVersa. but was not actually convinced about that, after all it's a political monthly, and my article was polemic, but nothing to do with politics. it was inspired by the cow episode in salerno. just an optimised version of the post. in italian, actually.
it was one month ago. since then i thought i should type it, but never had time, or anyway never really did it. never actually read it again since i'm back here.
then 2 days ago i went to bed, opened my computer, took my notebook, and wanted to type it once for all. but was tired and lazy, and started doing something else. don't remember though. probably skyping with giovi in australia, writing moody emails or watching scrubs. and yesterday i thought ok, i will type it, and then rewrite it in form of a polemic short story, and not as an article. still polemic, but not in first person.
just that yesterday was a weird day. whatever i did, i heard it in my mind, and sounded like a sentence from a short story. maybe it was because i started thinking in short story terms. so when i finally went back to bed, at 3, i did write a short story. pretty personal though, nothing to do with cows. too personal, don't really feel like posting it here.
but the best thing is, i enjoyed doing it, a real lot! i wrote it, i went through it over and over. then i was falling asleep, my eyes couldn't stand it, i decided to sleep. but still i was rethinking about it all the time. this morning during breakfast i went through it again, added new parts. damn it's fun. never thought i could have so much fun in writing about myself. i'm usually moody when i do that. this was funny instead! i kept thinking about it the whole day, having new ideas, i really want to go back home now and go through it again!
don't really think anyone might ever be interested in reading it, but that's not really the point now...
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