domenica 29 gennaio 2012

Le formiche mentali




Pare che effettivamente a Longarone e in Valle di Zoldo, nell'anno 1871, ci sia stata una breve invasione di formiche mentali, provenienti, a quanto risulta, dalla regione dei Balcani. Piccolissime, quasi impercettibili allo stato normale, crescevano a dismisura una volta installate nelle circonvoluzioni cerebrali, che gli insetti raggiungevano introducendosi dalle orecchie. Le vittime, comunque, furono assai limitate. Esse vennero via via trasferite al manicomio provinciale, dove se ne persero le tracce.

(Dino Buzzati, I miracoli di Val Morel, 1971)

mercoledì 25 gennaio 2012

domenica 22 gennaio 2012

Fire and Rain




Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone
Suzanne the plans they made put an end to you
I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song
I just can't remember who to send it to

I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

Won't you look down on me, Jesus
You've got to help me make a stand
You've just got to see me through another day
My body's aching and my time is at hand
And I won't make it any other way

oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you again

I’ve been walking my mind to an easy time
My back turned towards the sun
Lord knows the cold wind blows it’ll turn your head around
Well, there’s hours of time on the telephone line
To talk about things to come
Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground.

oh, I've seen fire and I've seen rain
I've seen sunny days that I thought would never end
I've seen lonely times when I could not find a friend
But I always thought that I'd see you, baby, one more time again, now

Thought I'd see you one more time again
There's just a few things coming my way this time around,
Thought I'd see you, thought I'd see you fire and rain, now
Thought i'd see you just one more time again.

(James Taylor, 1995)



lunedì 16 gennaio 2012

Going Home







I love to speak with Leonard
He’s a sportsman and a shepherd
He’s a lazy bastard
Living in a suit

But he does say what I tell him
Even though it isn’t welcome
He will never have the freedom
To refuse

He will speak these words of wisdom
Like a sage, a man of vision
Though he knows he’s really nothing
But the brief elaboration of a tube

Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
To where it’s better
Than before

Going home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without the costume
That I wore

He wants to write a love song
An anthem of forgiving
A manual for living with defeat

A cry above the suffering
A sacrifice recovering
But that isn’t what I want him to complete

I want to make him certain
That he doesn’t have a burden
That he doesn’t need a vision

That he only has permission
To do my instant bidding
That is to SAY what I have told him
To repeat

Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it’s better
Than before

Going home
Without my burden
Going home
Behind the curtain
Going home
Without the costume
That I wore

I love to speak with Leonard
He’s a sportsman and a shepherd
He’s a lazy bastard
Living in a suit

Leonard Cohen



sabato 7 gennaio 2012

J. E. H.

Cassa di un multisala.
La signora davanti a me: "Due biglietti per Di Caprio".
Io: "Un biglietto per Eastwood".
Questo la dice lunga sulle diverse aspettative.

giovedì 5 gennaio 2012

mercoledì 4 gennaio 2012

lunedì 2 gennaio 2012