Thursday, September 18, 2008

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In Mantua, with Lewis and Schiele

A troubled life, an art and a provocative dark and decadent Vienna: these are the ingredients of the fictional biography of the expressionist painter Egon Schiele that marks the literary debut of Lewis Crofts, 31 year old English journalist and writer . "The pornographer diVienna ," published in Italy by Marco Tropea is a fascinating novel that reconstructs the life and work of Schiele, starting with the honeymoon worrying parents and going until his death. In the middle run demons art and passion, the artist declines in essential works and scandalous, which will cost over long periods of poverty and the prison before receiving academic consecration. But even that triumph will be sung at decadent period in which the Hapsburg empire live his last years.

"I wanted to capture the power of the paintings in the writing - Lewis Crofts has told us in an exciting encounter in Mantua -. probably can not make art about art , but at least we you can try. "'s novel Crofts happily combines history and invention (" On the one hand you are bound by the facts, but then you're also free to imagine the people behind the pictures ") and refers to the great Central European tradition of nineteenth century. In particular the relationship between Schiele and his father suggests aKafka, but Crofts widens the field: "I took inspiration from Kafka, but in general terms. If you want to understand Europe you have many models of that period: Kafka, but also Schnitzler, Freud, Wittgenstein , Mahler, Klimt, Kokoschka. The environment in which they were born their work was very important. "And in" The Pornographer of Vienna "the environment of the city, grim as ever, plays a essential part, so much so that star quasial be like the painter.

If the setting of the book is late-nineteenth century, the models that inspired Crofts are milestones of the twentieth century: first Vladimir Nabokov, which combines the research "in the language and style. When you think of 'Lolita' - Crofts told us - it's amazing how one can be fascinated, even after a hundred pages, from a character that is most likely a pedophile. Schiele is not a pedophile, he is a character issue and I'm fascinated by him. It 's a great ability to make interesting the bad characters. " A talent like Crofts also identified in the Milan Kundera, "good at finding the dark side and make them attractive. "When asked if she feels a bond with great novelists of the nineteenth century social , to Dickens or Balzac, Crofts said:" I wanted to capture the company diVienna before the First World War, but did not want Dostoyevsky or Dickens do as they write hundreds of pages and create hundreds of characters. They have done a great fresco, my book is inspired by the paintings of Schiele , which are very simple and limited. I used short paragraphs, in short strokes. "

Lewis Crofts The novel describes the last days of an era that went to the forfeiture without many realize it." Decadence - told us about Vienna of the time - came out in secret, for example, when people went into the night with prostitutes. Today decay is public. Schiele for the decline is manifestavas oprattutto the dishonesty and hypocrisy. "Yet, the crisis in society will come to celebrate it as a great artist:" The paradox of great artists - added Crofts - is that they attack the establishment of which are part . Egon Schiele and resolve the problem by becoming part of the system. "But his paintings are - disturbing, fascinating and enigmatic - to tell us that in the end not everything can be normalized. And the novel Crofts confirms it.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

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THE RISE ONLY A DREAM

My friends, I am going to tell the story more absurd and incredible never told, if they manage to communicate it.
This is a dream ... so crazy and absurd that you will not be easy to identify with such a world, so far from reality.
I was on a planet of men ... but they were very strange men.
words (and here comes the hard to explain): These men claimed to be individually ... one by one!
That is, they believed unconnected ... divided as their bodies ... claimed that they were alive and independent at the level of essence, to be ... in short, really difficult to explain and imagine.
Besides continually argued that disappeared when the senses, the "they" would be "dead" ... "What is'" would be dead (!!!!???)
This shows that, as I said, still believed to exist individually.
argued that the 'I am' was locked up and limited (or even matched!) To a form!
me laugh, but in the dream was not so funny, because that they believe the "death of Being" (Being tied to time ... I think that nonsense! Thereby have a psyche that was believed to be), led them to try a thing called "fear" or the desire to avoid constant and indelible fact that this (the alleged "death of life") could be ... but the strange contradiction is that they knew (like us) that groups of senses, the individual conscience, is bound to disappear, so their mind is constantly contradicted ... Yes, their brains working in watertight compartments, divided into groups of thoughts that turns and contradicted themselves constantly, without them even realizing it, except in a few rare moments.
That feeling called "fear" is a reaction that was so, to avoid feeling it, they produced in their states of self-protection (fear) called "hate," "jealousy, anger," "envy" "resentment" and many others unknown to us, which produced the absence of happiness and a sense of malaise, which ended for somatization and create physical disease.
I can not explain what these were because I have no idea ... but the consequence was that these they are prevented by repulsion, which attack for the sole purpose of removing, do not share, up even to want to physically eliminate another body-mind ... it disappears and decompose before the natural time, undeterred in supporting that they were not only forms of 'One Being, but that the' I ', identity, "what is" it was their property, or the contents of memory brain.
for "their" hand in this strange dream, perform actions detrimental to their own environment, insignificant gestures that made me think (but you can not, of course, if in a dream) that they did not mind the case, are with Love, so they used this word to indicate the states of arousal or mental confusion.
And then did not bother to show that, constantly, that their skills were better than some other similar, or that their preferences had a valid reason for most of the preferences of others ... but the paradox is that while they thought of this, expressed the opposite, that were obviously fake to try to accept their surroundings.
In the long run even longer able to understand if they were fake or not ... What really felt about things from which they were surrounded.
Their assessment was distorted from an emotional dressing approval or disapproval of what they called "trial", which increased enormously their sense of separation and the consequent lack of happiness, which, as everyone knows, is synonymous with total acceptance.
The most inconceivable of this dream was that I watched these men "judge", that is split between approval or disapproval emotional all the time ... could not do without!
time used it in an equally inexplicable and distorted.
Many of them worked to build bombs that would eliminate hundreds or even thousands of bodies simultaneously, others were busy to mess with any kind of harmful substance, the nature of the planet where they lived and the food we eat, others spent their lives to break up the material, or animals, to see life as it is done ( INCREDIBILEEE, but as he came to mind ... but I say, it was a dream!), or calculate data that does not serve any purpose for the quality of life of the senses ... but the most common activity was present in all views, not only of all kinds and anything that did not even know from personal experience, but such an absurd 'that I can not tell you about it.
work, think, 70% of the day, and 70% a year or so, and for what? to accumulate money (those who could) spent on improving individual properties, obviously for them, they would not have shared with their peers, but they guarded with attachment, making fetishes for psychic satisfaction.
In these men in my dream seemed strange that the objects (and body) had replaced the sense of being.
Then, when they used the time to eliminate one another (not for food, but without purpose), passing many times (which they called "free") to look at moving pictures on a TV screen by the name .
All had a TV that emitted the same images of others ... TV and this made them cry (who knows why), or laugh, or to discuss and judge the time.
was funny, because while watching these pictures, they seemed to lose the connection with the sense of being even more.
Among the many images there was a call football where two teams of men kicking the leather ball, and this thing will turn her on (I wonder why?) Until, at times, to ensure that a body came to murder someone because this leather ball went right instead of left ... unthinkable!
But the beautiful, despite the apparent reason this was not murder those who had sent her there, but another body-mind person who attended the event.
The weird thing beyond belief was the fact that this device is to issue almost exclusively images that reproduced their most distorted and disastrous way of life, giving examples in excess, as if it were normal, and even right!
And you know what I wanted to see were the men? Mechanically reproduced this behavior they had observed, without thinking about, and, what is really possible only in a dream, do not try any resentment even after a long time, except in a few cases. I wandered
the streets, in the dream, and I found not a man ... like us, I mean ... a Human Being ... psychic bodies seemed disconnected from Love.
good luck and of course, was just a dream ... a dream of mine.


Sunday, August 3, 2008

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Madurai

The beat of dishes and accompanying hands frightened the girl
What flies over the crowd
Barefoot
on that tightrope between the Middle Ages and the day after West
In the chaos of anarchists
motorisciò composedly that dot the High Town Road
afternoon
The cows are sleeping in the nooks of the future
The light poles are torn by a thousand cords
ready to explode into a hiccup overload

Here, where no one has any idea who is his neighbor
Here, where something has already happened
- it seemed impossible -
Where something might still happen
a pedestrian run over, perhaps a reflection of another world

sending cablegrams crackling
From the phonograph to the foot of the temple destruction

But what is the modern elephant
I ask the holy pilgrims
naked, sweaty and dark
The supplier of donuts phosphorescent

But the girl trapeze artist, still staring at me seriously and not
responds