We take leave of Rostagno with this indirect and occasional flash auto exposure (character, before acquiring the moral and cultural). One step more consistent, in context, since it involves the central topic of this queue on the Moro case. Given that Rostagno, Curcio and Palmieri lived for a time a precarious unsafe Casaccia rejected by all and free of Minmi comfort, here is the opinion of the co-founder of "Lotta Continua" on the environment ended in armed struggle and that the practice Br tragic illusion "Renato is a very sweet person. I do not understand how a guy today that had that way of fall in love with Margaret, that way of being with friends, joking, deep humanity, love for nature, for the weak, will get to say that the execution of Aldo Moro is' the highest act of humanity in a class society '. The BR living in a bubble, are a perfect delirium. In this bubble can penetrate any external stimulus, but in there there is only one of them, their experience, their brains were removed and all the rest. They have become the technocrats of the revolution. 'Breaking down the class society' I do not think the most important thing in life. Absolutely. Certainly a society divided in classes justifies the clash of classes, but I do not understand what this has to do with the removal of a physical body, with his desires, his needs. I find the brother of Moro. Not his brother in the repressive activity in his delusions of power, its cultural background, but in fear of death, in the profound sense of love of life [...]. Its abolition is an attempt to remove me as well that are not Democrat and not the oppressor. Bah "This strange young
vitalist says he feared death and you go to put in a situation that death, not to avoid it, calls it, the causes, the" book "in the coherence of the target barbaric controversial teased. He takes a breath feel-good rhetoric in that association of the "moi" personal identity, even if only human, the political Moro by the Red Brigades murdered Nor is missing, that breath, imagine that in simplifying the genocidal Vietnam released by the ferocity of the United States as " a gulag, "the communism of the" repression "Czechoslovak as" another form of domination, "Marxism as" another total ideology "and easier way. Where it lacks a balanced sense of reality. And the resulting ability to compare a "before" and "after." That in these cases do not militate for the preferability of "before". What "first" in Vietnam artificially divided, cheated, poisoned by the filth demolished burned American (as we have already mentioned below). Perhaps the white Mauro insisted that Hanoi would receive about the various carpets flowered Quisling billionaires and torturers of Saigon-Gomorrah? As for Czechoslovakia, as evading the "logic of Yalta? But even here we refer to what is already written in these pages.
course, the partial dissent does not put out the sympathy that inspires this daredevil complicated and contradictory (triggering fistfights as cheerful as successes goliardic thirty university cum laude). Indeed, it is reproduced on a step 68, complete with appurtenances, personal and (especially) public and community. Here it is. "The '68 is the year that makes me meet Sylvia, a beautiful girl of Czech origin, and German. The whole time we were together we did the hunger more black and we've been together a bit 'of years. Without having ever decided. / The '68 call him 'sixty' because it is a social phenomenon that runs millions of people. But the 'sixty' you can have every day, you can have when you fall in love. The movements are like love affairs, says Alberoni. Rethinking the '68, Vietnam, is a crazy thing, a delusion to think about what has meant the liberation of Vietnam as a of conscience and what is Vietnam today: a 'gulag'. Once again prevailed Socialist terror, another form of domination. Communism in power is just as terrifying imperialism. Czechoslovakia, Russian tanks, Ian Palace, the lone rider against the juggernaut. I do not care about whether or not you bring the ideology of work, if you are Karl Marx. If you arrive with tanks and crush me you're an enemy. Marxism is another total ideology. Just look at the face of people like Brezhnev printed on all the madness, brutality, the savagery of pure power. " Cursory analysis, even a non-emotional analysis engine, impulsive. For example, those "crushing" there were not. Then the ideology as such is exposed to the totalitarian temptation, is a possibility inscribed in human nature. Any ideology: a peerless model that temptation is made the Catholic Church, the terrors of medieval Inquisition and the Counter cleaned temptation, though, physical abuse by satanic but still petulant and barbaric. "From medieval terrors," I said, in truth, I did so, an involuntary reduction fanaticism torturer and murderess of proto-Christianity. Just think of the case Hypatia, the neo-Platonic filosofessa: killed in atrocious tortures by Christian blebaglia incited by Bishop Cyril (made a saint, then, by the generous church altars from easy). As mentioned on the Church nor obliterates the universality of the religious phenomenon in terms of fanatical violence. Or human sacrifice. Ideologies are the monkeys of religion: the nursery of "capital" (Gulizza said, that made her go out all the "belly of D", God's initial Hence, the duty to judge the actual conduct of the case. E contextual distinction: an imperative, a sine qua non justitia.
on Prague's historical context, is still valid, and very informative, the controversy (though polite) between two intellectuals, two famous writers: "Günter Grass and Pavel Kohout, Prague Dialogue" (De Donato Editore, Dissension 23, 1969). This is a close correspondence, which puts forward arguments and misunderstandings peacefully, away from the ideological poison. A sort of "tit for tat", well calibrated, with no stiffness and Mutrie, where the misunderstandings are clarified and differences resized with the benefit of the real truth and fair play. That is to say: a vision of contextuality and rigorous comparison between benefits and sacrifices, sacrifices and personal purchases collective spirit of individual sacrifice and social guarantees. And above all, a bow to the peremptory force of Necessity: perhaps painful, sometimes for prices that severe may require the humanistic accounts of success and victory. Heritage, however, never guaranteed erga futurum (1). * But to return to
Rostagno very vibrant and contradictory, which is able to surprise us again. "In '68 I had already given the exams and all thirty and praise. My thesis was on the general strike, with some historical and theoretical. The theoretical part involved the debate within the German Social [...] I must say that I do not care anything about the thesis, in fact I graduated in '70. It was the gift that I did to my mother, now dying. " A modern and sensible mother, who approved the political commitment of his son: "I was a supporter, has kept all the scraps of '68. She was glad that I beat for the poor, for the righteous. " It may disappoint such a mother? The good son decides to graduate. But there is a halt as big as a boulder on the road so tenderly branch: "The night before I was kidnapped by the children of the universities, those of Lotta Continua, which kept me awake telling me that I did not graduate. They said: 'You, yourself you graduate! Give an example of political defeatism '. I did not have the courage to say that I wanted to graduate because I was so glad my mother. It was not political. / The next morning was a show. Italo did pay the ticket at all. Talked about the newspapers: Rostagno, who was returning to Trent, was deployed throughout the faculty, the city authorities. The room was full. He breathed the classic worldly atmosphere. Among the teachers were Bobbio, Alberoni, Andreatta. The speaker gets up and bla bla bla. 'A word from the editor'. And I sat. I do not get up. Panic, tension, silence. Slowly, the professor repeats. Nothing. I saw my father and my mother looked at me astonished. Then from the banks of the Committee have begun to say, 'she who has always supported the politics of the university, culture, now has an opportunity to prove it and shut up'. Low provocation picked entirely. And I began. 'In this view you can not argue. The strike can only speak the workers, those who do, you who are not blind and you're sitting at a table '. A pull from low demagoguery, laughing. Then I pulled out a picture of Sartre: 'For you culture is eaten and a gigantic piece of shit, culture is a gigantic process of defecation which nothing remains. You live in a city and do not know anything about the people who live there, you realize the season, never to pass your time in a meadow. You have become officials. What do you want to understand the world '. And so on. Score: 110 and praise and kiss is academic. " Sometimes moving the boulders. Or bypass!
While I extract from the matrix of the sensible pessimism timid hope that the exciting pulse of these quotations it can redeem the encumbrance, carry a few more steps in the creative moment of descent into the field directly: "I came away from Trent and I moved to Milan friends with whom I agree in thinking politics. In Milan we founded Lotta Continua. I had my first experience as editor of 'Lotta Continua' when it was still a fortnight and led the campaign of unmasking of the 'massacre of the State'. The direction of the newspaper I held for seven, eight numbers, and I had the opportunity to make friends very nice, for example, Pier Paolo Pasolini Marco Pannella, Marco Ferreri, with whom we had decided to make a film to finance because the LC were not enough subscriptions. In this film, which has never been done, should participate Vanessa Redgrave. " Too bad. This elf restless in politics in his own way leafleting in chrono-climatic conditions of suffering ("wake up early to get to the factory at 5 [...] in the fog, in the cold with the workers that come down from the valleys, seeking to pinching the girls and asking 'What are you doing, who will pay' "), rock and pop concerts, a few drinks thermogenic, the newspaper that hosts music reviews. And so on, and ran briskly for sure. "The image that I had, in the party, 'movement' and the Left in general is that of one who in those years of Marxist Saving Silverman, to operate unrestrained, spoke of Jimy Hendrix, drugs, religion. I have lived all these years as a delusion, a first falling in love with myself and others, then the working class up to the utter paranoia. " Long live the sincerity. Which continues to battle with the paper "Re Nudo", the campaign against the high cost of concerts, some scontrarello with the figure of some obligation to 'performances': "One can say that thanks to my love of music and a concert of Led Zeppelin finished with a clash with police, and I know Chicca - violins in the background - we will do together Magdalene. " That is, the much-loved daughter, so soon orfanizzata heroic (others say reckless) father's restlessness.
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year culmination of nine years is still home to many horrors, that the yawn of a tired discretion should remain silent, but choked in silence as the one that burned me and that I most closely interwoven with personal matters served here? It means the murder of General Dalla Chiesa, the prefect of just one hundred days from Palermo foul (unnecessary onusta history and culture). And deserves to narrate here the shocking contrast with the innocence of the holiday context in which I learned the news. As I mentioned, I was in Calamagna that in September, to spend with his family, not a long vacation after the hard work of marine matriculation exams in high school that I had committed the classic zefirese. We lived in "house portrait" of the former owners, to Siderar my "country store." They were the same owners to offer me free on that holiday. On the morning of September 4 was out for their usual walk home protolucana, and spent, coming home from the seafront in one of those streets to natural background from the main roads leading to the beach. From one of those little doors to the poor house Terrana overlooking a working middle-aged screaming. "They've killed the General Dalla Chiesa." I was saying to me, only in passing at the time. Almost shouting, as if to remove a weight from the heart too big hit. It had a traumatic blow, "But what does it say, ma'am? Impossible! "" He just said the television, he is still talking. "" And when ...? "" It 's happened last night in Palermo, a Mafia ambush, they said. " I kept hoping for a misunderstanding: a working age could have misunderstood, missed a word, a misunderstood sentence, who knows. Absurdly confused, fumbling between doubt and hope. The fact is I do not find their way there: we were at that point? To that degree of degenerative illness had led Italy? The Hammer of the brain that cruel shock beating gone wrong for me from the church had to be the impregnable bastion of the fight against the dragon mafia. A sort of landmark in the redemption of the state felon. And there it was, bullet-riddled corpse, with his young wife, Emanuela Setti Carraro, not in a car door, hit as many blasphemies against any residual human ethics fairness logic (I say) as the final tears of extreme hopes. Once again, the treachery and cowardice mammon had ties to slaughter meat in human and institutional obstacles involved off the illusions of curability. After this crime, and everything I expected the worst in our malcucita unified Italy. Confirmed and predictable as the scene of the beautiful new disasters Sicania that "murky, but not for Tifeo nascent sulfur" yes, nature and shotgun. How promptly did.
I was in the "place" par excellence, the one I had met Susan at the age of nine years black life as it is sadistic to weave things so apart, distant, opposite. Mutually repellent. *
transcribe a long quote from my diary of that year. Almost a break to recover from the overflow of emotions awakened.
"It was a branch of the intimate way to Poitiers: I met the big BUT, the illustrious B. C. the deep, the eloquent Z., Y. immense, the old contents of the center-left, the champions of right, the right-half burgraves, the eternal puppets of the play. He was stunned by their horrible language, their pettiness, their grudges, their bad faith: it was all people who had voted for the Constitution and now busied himself to demolish it, and we were very agitated, threw posters, pamphlets, biographies , that of Fumichon, made by Hussonnet was a masterpiece. Nonancourt was in charge of propaganda campaigns, M. Grémonville cultivated clergy, Martinon was trying to win over middle-class youth. Each second, their own efforts, got busy, even Cisy, himself. Thinking now the serious stuff, all day was carriage rides for the party. / Mr. Dambreuse as a barometer, was always the last option. You could not talk about Lamartine without him quoting the motto of a man of the people saying, 'Stop with the harp!' Cavaignac in his eyes was now nothing but a traitor. The President, who had admired him for three months, beginning to end in his estimation (not found 'the energy needed'), and as he needed always a savior, his gratitude after the incident of the Conservatory, he went to Changarnier: 'Thank God, I hope that Changarnier Changarnier ... ... Oh! there is nothing to fear as long as Changarnier ... ' / He was exalted above all Mr. Thiers for his book against socialism, in which it was revealed that writer as thinker. You were a good laugh about Pierre Leroux, citing passages in the House of philosophers. They made jokes about the tail falansteriana. He was panting to cheer on the 'Fair of Ideas', and likened the authors to Aristophanes. Frederic went there, like everyone else. / The political chatter and good food numbed his moral sense. As mediocre's those characters appeared, was proud to know them intimately and aspired to the consideration of the bourgeois. A lover like Mrs. Dambreuse would give him prestige "
Gustave Flaubert, Sentimental Education, translated by Lalla Romano, the Unit-Einaudi, 1996, pp.502-03.
* The inadequacy of policy in general is not recent discovery: fine writers and intellectuals have denounced the drama in fiction essays. To limit ourselves to less remote times, and an issue still throbbing with the moods and rages: the novel by Pirandello, Old and young people in the ruthless vivisection of Roberto de nell'incompiuto travagliatissimo and Empire, by the investigations of Jacini Villari Nitti etc.. The Leopard by Tomasi di Lampedusa and the disunity of Italy Giorgio Bocca, a tradition of more or less radical criticism of the Risorgimento, the betrayal of the political class, the brutality of the new rule passes for liberation, to residues Fascists, has been fed without interruptions. Up to emphasize the "revolutionary separatism" (inspired by socialist) calamagnese a scholar, author of a pamphlet of success, since explicit title: 1861: The Birth of a colony. The essay, well documented, dissects all the flaws of the conquest of Savoy and his associates old and new (including the "national left") and launches for the South harassed, that utopia so passionate and shrill and painful in the clutch with the political realities in place. How many chats about it with my friend Nicola Zitarosa, author of the book stimulating as it is well documented (although so satisfying as-melting and resonance, as lean economic outcomes!)
De Roberto Del agenda I transcribed a diary 1992 page, at the time reported to Gulizza trophology for inspiration, and without reading class in high school Realpolia. Here it is.
"Most of the nations and the entire human race thought of nothing except to satiate hunger, as smoothly and ready. That same power that had made the blind instinct of every human life, had also given to some, a few, the appetite of some idea, but the effectiveness of ideas on things, naive soul that had seemed great, now seemed less than nothing disillusioned soul. Beginning his career he had thought to devote all his energies to the public good, daily exercise of an apostolate. That work that he had believed provident and noble, was considered unjust and impure by his opponents. Why believe that reason and truth were on his side, and not that of others? No mission he had worked: he had given to journalism after becoming aware that art was no bread for his teeth, and had given to journalism and art to live outside the homeland, free from the yoke of the relatives on the path of glory and wealth. This was his only real purpose, disguised and decorated with the name of social mission! / / It was worth everything he had said and written, the others like him, the most skilful, the chief? / / The human words went away with the wind, the same writings are obliterated and dispersed, and those who seemed immortal lasted a little more, but the neglect was waiting for them also, after centuries instead of years, but years and centuries and thousands of years were nothing more than moments of eternity. "
That feeling of uselessness
ed'impotenza takes you by the throat at every practice finding the vanity of all documented complaint, invective, pleading. It can happen, happen, happen that entire books are full of facts with a lot of names of underworld figures circumstances in national political economy, justice, and that these books should be snapped up, become best sellers, media and inebriino cheering crowds and the complaint against inveienti the targets set out in the hot pages. But do not go beyond, has not gone, after years of lead and finished the season with clean hands in the cyclical return of the worst. And the books of the complaint are absorbed by the market, neutralized as part of its propellant and black soul, sardonic as confirmation that the "beyond" does not exist, there can be, there will be. The Market, the "holy Market" The report confirms justified exalted.
But they always will? It would not be "logical": there will be new economic and financial crises, it will exceed the usual "losers" will pay the cost of the most dramatic, and all the Meccan, now computerized, will resume its run ad infinitum. But if history shows (teach?) Something indisputable is that sooner or later a crisis of gigantic dimensions will create the critical mass to trigger the chain reaction: there are many poor people, many millions of desperate and angry that the outcome of revolutionary insurgency, or at least, not be avoided. And nothing we adorn I for it.
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--------------------------- (1) Misunderstandings aside, is relatively clear, it takes even one or two of the responses to Kohout Grass to illuminate the "scene" of the precious epistolary conversation. "What I call your error seems to be an integral part of a great fiction that is subject to more or less throughout your company. Taken as a deceptive turn of their crises, resulting from its very essence, this company seeks to have courage and to feel safe doing also note that the competitor (ie socialism) stagnation in itself and has not solved the problem of the existence of humanity. In this 'song of solace' repeated verses and more than fifty years old dating back to very recent date. Let me mention the most important and discuss them briefly. / / 1st verse: "The contents of the appeal of humanist Marx was drowned in blood by the October Revolution, one of the cruelest in history." / Does your company serious, clean and happy (I say this without irony), is able, if only to be proud of themselves when they can compare their standard of living to ours. Therefore, its old and solid company as it were forgotten that arose from the bloodshed of the French Revolution. Whatever our disposition to violence (and the two of us we have apparently equally) we must recognize that the development of society is subjected to laws as inexorable as those of physics. The violence of revolution corresponds exactly to the violence of the reaction. / Cecoslovacchiaa went to the Socialists in 1948, two years after the departure of the soldiers sovieticici, our allies, without firing a shot, and this is not for the extraordinary nobility of spirit of the revolutionaries, but for the momentary weakness of the czech bourgeoisie. The Communist Party has used the time favorable. To win, the October Revolution had to struggle against a secular force, so that he had lost the ability to govern, but not to kill. The means of the revolution had to be adapted to the reaction and this is the year 1917 is the year 1789. The historical alternative was, in one case and another, the defeat.
'verse II. Stalinism has distorted the socialist revolution in a dictatorship type Hitler '. / / The first twenty-eight year history of the Soviet revolution can be divided into only two phases of state employment and state of war. After 1917 the famous slogan: 'Throw them away to sea!' not formed Often the most important content of the foreign policy of many European countries. The Russian revolution was to be suppressed, and this is something unfriendly to the deployment of revolutionary democracy. Indeed, as the Prussian and Austrian soldiers forced Paris to find his Robespierre, so bourgeois and fascist Europe has forced Soviet Russia to find his Stalin. Today, Stalin seems to exist in two different aspects: that of God and the devil. In my opinion, the documents that even in the modern world in the bottles as we receive messages assigned to the case (and not only from the East, see Kennedy's death), we show in the end more precise treatment of the face of this tragic figure who has shot dead by saving the revolution at the same time from death. " This apparent paradox or oxymoron pun, is alive with the flame "tapered" at most a historical truth and Biological many, many times performed and confirmed the events and millennia, and as many snubbed, ignored, rejected it too "human" not resigned his costly penalty. Even when the story is their business. What truth? We have repeated many times in these pages (a bit ', sometimes a lot, casual) that we still find it difficult to clarify it. But is it not evident in the words of Kohout?. Ripigliamone, therefore, the prose for a few minutes. "The battle Stalingrad, Stalin organized as Robespierre Valmy, had some more lasting effects of his crimes. Comparing Stalin to Hitler is absurd effect. Not because it has been defeated, but because Stalin has undermined the foundations of the revolution, even when politically persecuted its leaders, has questioned that the collective ownership of capital and the means of production. The humanist may argue passionately that this is too little. And it is not a consolation for the dead nor for the survivors. But a dispassionate man can not but realize that this fact has decided the war and made possible Union of Soviet Socialist Republics, already four years after Stalin's death, not only to begin the conquest of outer space, but especially that of human freedom, the only one which can be realized the purpose of the October Revolution " . And here we pause: it should be clear sense of the speech by Kohout. As would, if developed in these pages and also notes that of Grass. with its details, sometimes a bit 'too attentive to the prices paid for certain outcomes of great prestige and more compliant with the basic necessities of life.
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