I asked myself many times why I ... who are always contrary commemorations, exploitation and manipulation, and never, ever, I queued for several other gifts in memory of a great character a lot less of PPP, I have found instead to participate in both 2006 and in 2010 two exhibitions about him. Although it cost me not just decide this, now I do not regret. In fact, an intellectual of his caliber I especially admire the intelligence and the ability to discern, his intuition and his feeling that I'm sure it was far from the susceptibility that dwells in the minds of many. These noble qualities even more skill in some field, and their own culture, quite remarkable in him. The latter fact although they are important qualities I was never particularly impressed because potentially cultivable by anyone. Let's say it was an honor for me to have these two events of Cagliari and Bologna in any way the possibility of "meeting".
_____P.PP____ "answer" to Pier Paolo Pasolini
02/11/2006
'It therefore absolutely necessary to die, because we are alive as long as we fail to sense, and the language of our lives (which we express ourselves, and to which dunqe ... u attach the highest importance) is untranslatable: a chaos of possibilities, a search for meanings of relationships and seamless. Death makes an instantaneous montage of our lives: that chooses his moments really meaningful (and now no longer editable by other possible moments against or inconsistency) and puts them in succession, making our present, infinite, unstable and uncertain, and therefore not be described linguistically, past a clear, stable, reliable, and therefore be described linguistically (in fact a "general semiotics"). Only through the death, our life we \u200b\u200bneed to express ourselves "
PierPaoloPasolini, "Empiricism heretical"
Dear PPP ,
November 2 reminds us that the death of an intellectual seems willed by fate, built by his understanding,
in your case, the myth-metaphor for the crucifixion of the soul like someone who hangs a nail its faceless portrait on which passes over the body-blood , life-device lived a humble innocent deception.
A chip-chip of all this, with all crahh-crahh of guide from your film, I see your "beyond."
Leaving rolling of Pen Pen brush in Brush of P in P Painting and Poetry in P'Arte your flag tireless , now reduced to shreds , your soul already led the massacre.
"Someone will take my flag ..." _ wrote.
contradictions between torn and passing frames on the heart / chest your screen, the best, re- cineprende
still today a day to protect a species not extinct at all, that your flag was dedicated
"becomes again the poorest rag and wave O'er thee ..." _dicevi.
Now here's your re-rag to a metaphor I that sees beyond the "your".
compared to those of the flag has always seen and still sees only its color, red-twisted beyond reason , its convenient to hold their own convenience, you will have saw "their freedom" their anger-love always misunderstood his own anger- to drive them away [those usual merchants. ..] organized have your "own" demise.
And so, as you know, win time what is still down here as their freedom still has groped.
DIOYDEA @ 2006
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