– Do you want to live together for many years, loving each other, without having children? I approve of you with all my heart. Tell me the reasons. – To have no remorse … – Good. Specify better. – Not to add to the pain and shame of the world. So that there isn’t someone Continue
Literary landscapes
The smell of hay
Other news about Bruno Lattes 1 Bordered all around by an old perimeter wall about three meters high, the Israelite cemetery of Ferrara is a vast grassy surface, so vast that the tombstones, collected in separate and distinct groups, appear much less numerous than they are. On the east side, the boundary wall runs close Continue
Walter Benjamin
Naples (…) The fantastic descriptions of numerous travelers have colored the city. In reality it is gray: a gray or ocher red, a gray white. It is absolutely gray in comparison to the sky and the sea. Which contributes not a little to take away the pleasure from the visitor. Because for those who do Continue
Paper Gardens and Platypus
I came across an article by Ippolito Pizzetti in the well-deserving online historical archive of the newspaper «La Stampa» which deludes us that we live in an organized country conducive to research work. The cultural insert “Tuttolibri” of February 18, 1984 gave space to an investigation into the relationship of writers with nature, and Pizzetti Continue
eheu fugaces
the garden is not subject to accidents. Only the constructions of man know accidents. Nature knows cataclysms. And after that, it heals. Gilles Clément
Migrants and sermons
For their reading, the survival of daily newspapers rests on well-turned-over insights, on-site correspondents and, above all, on topics of general interest.Themes always reiterated, even without the support of the news. One of these is numerical immigration, we don’t count its branches. But what do we want? Wars are not waged to move borders – Continue
Marguerite Yourcenar
NOTEBOOKS This book was conceived, then written, in whole or in part, in various forms, between 1924 and 1929, between my twenties and twenty-five years. Those manuscripts have all been destroyed. They deserved to be. Found in a volume of Flaubert’s correspondence, much read, much emphasized around 1927, the unforgettable sentence: “When the gods were Continue