begin by giving explanations. I cheated, I know, this month I have not written any articles of cultural interest. I would simply share some reflections extravagant and disorderly, because I need to do so. I find myself in Paris, the city that I dreamed for so long, the city that have filled with the names and pictures, the city expects to search. I do not hide the embarrassment and the coup that threw me alone as soon as set foot on the sunny streets in late September. You look around and you're missing. The reality is indistinguishable from the imagination, the voice of Serge Gainsbourg you step by step as you walk through the streets heated by the coffee and glasses of burgundy crushed to the ground, because an old drunk barcollando ha urtato il cameriere. Dall'altra parte della strada una giovane ragazza con un berretto nero ficcato sugli occhi e un bicchiere di carta in mano, chiede silenziosamente dei soldi e riconoscimento, si rifugia poi nella metro, la casa dei topi, la fogna che ogni giorno attraversiamo insozzandoci di facce spigolose e occhi bianchi che fissano oltre il buio, scrutano l'orizzonte ma si perdono dentro i rumori assordanti di cuffie da i-phone. Montmartre riversa l'immondizia sulle sue vie, e la chiesa ammutolita è invasa da ballerini domenicali di hip-hop. Culti sacri del profano, turisti confusi nel seguire piantine con gli occhi all'ingiù, non si accorgono delle foglie che cadono dagli alberi ma cercano con spasimo l'immagine memory che corrisponde their tour guide for, promptly and photography. The river continues to flow, and the elderly "umarells" playing bocce calculating the geometry of the ball. The people you lose, you lose time, life is lost. Run fast, then you see a man who cries and gets consular see a man who has peed on him and he is alone. The city does not want them to show, but they will slam into the face of life. You have to watch them, we come in and forcibly resize. Everything is equally vain, the annihilation of reality as its brute force. Time expands and restricts the breath, the air is lacking in boxing daily rotating tin. The space is compressed in places apparently huge, but operates dell'ingengo human tended to reproduce a distance that is missing, and that is not found. All of life seems to take a more colorful and sound but dead for this ovattatto and protected, isolated from the mock social malaise but more fragile at the moment when they will come off the power. The whole world is dragged through the streets slippery chasing dreams that you want, do not know the pleasure than to take upon himself the power and will aborted very adherent to sleep. The man who thinks he is within himself, collapses. The man who runs after the rabbit is lost as soon as the lights go out, can not find the switch, staggers silent. The man in any dimension. Because more than a flat sheet of paper is folded abyss that feeds daily. The man is just, but not with itself. He looks around and is only.
This exclamation is currently far from unusual: Many students decide to leave the course because of academic curricula that are not very specific because of the lack of materials characteristic. We are attending a university dispersive, that does not always provide adequate preparation. What happens upstream, because the degree can not be at the height of the training? Speaking specifically of the University of Trieste, it is one of the universities that exceed 90% of the relationship between the Fund and Professor of Finance salaries in short, has financial problems. For years now, the contests are rare, and the situation will be brought to the limit by new cuts to education, because of which you can not ban the competitions. This is a serious problem: many of the subjects of the degree courses are required from older teachers who, once retired, would not be replaced. Given that teachers are increasingly common and that the University can not afford a huge number of faculty members, for the provision of training was based on the availability of researchers, who are not actually required to teach, but may decide to do it to share with students their research. Currently, many faculty, researchers are used to teaching to meet the educational offer promise of a faculty that can not provide. Thus, as the Gelmini bill would take away more money for research and ignores the criteria of meritocracy (that would be useful instead to reduce University waste and reward the most productive researchers, while penalizing those who do not publish anything), the researchers decided to stop teaching for the current academic year, until further notice. The result was an uproar: the teaching and curricula are in disarray, many courses have been canceled and no one knows yet how they will be recovered. So the whole university has symbolically suspended for half an hour each teaching activity "to invoke the collective attention on the questions raised by the university reform," while School teachers who have more researchers who have decided to stay for the entire teaching days, in order to avoid that half of the courses start and half not, and in those days, arranged meetings information about the decree. The Department has been more active than the natural sciences, physics and mathematics: it has suspended teaching for two weeks and then presided over the Faculty for eight days, Margherita Hack invited to a conference to attract the attention of the organs' s information on the protest. The excellent result was obtained that the Department was discussed the document presented to the Rector, which called for greater student representation within the governing bodies of the University and a symposium for all Faculty jointly develop guidelines for a possible reform alternative. Also in those days, students and researchers of the Department have published a video on youtube to disseminate the reasons for the protest. Instead Humanities in support of the researchers suspended the teaching 11 to 15 October in those days by organizing a series of seminars and meetings open to the public regarding the reform of the University, alternative courses to those provided for teaching, and various of which the most notable was the reading of the mass in the square unit. Thursday, October 13 In fact, fifty students took to the streets with a book in hand, reading aloud in the crowd, thing that has surprised and intrigued passers-by. Those who stopped to ask the reason for this gesture, the students gave information about the university reform. The same day, to give a strong message to passers-by, the three statues of the authors Svevo, Joyce and Saba were covered by sacks of blacks and cartels retain the right to study them. " Monday, October 25, students got to attend the Faculty, and have made requests through a letter that demanded clarity on the part of professors and the Dean on the protest (many teachers have continued to take lessons even if the courses were suspended, and has not done anything to avoid it) and a commitment by professors of the courses required to recover improperly. In the next few weeks the students of Arts will organize other activities to raise public awareness: you start with the re-reading in the square, where everyone will bring a book and begin reading aloud to walk. The next will be held Thursday, October 28th from 17:30 to 21:30 in the unit square. Come along! Whether Orwell, Miller or Raboni, we must keep close study of the Faculty.
Paris. Art. This is not the Louvre, even the retrospective of Jean-Michel Basquiat or Larry Clark, is not the FIAC (International Fair of Contemporary Art) as even the exhibition dedicated to the Pompidou Arman. Second Main is a brilliant idea that has refreshed and joked the halls of the Museum of Modern Art the City of Paris. This is a show of false copyright, or better than true-false artist. Anne Dressen, curator of the exhibition, installed in the museum's permanent collection, a series of remakes, copies, revisiting that point, in an uninterrupted cycle fantasy, the fetish which originally took inspiration, the what is not said is the original model of himself. Well, a bit about rilfettiamoci. In fact, what idea or artifact (but not only art) is so original in itself can be completely detached and without reference to something that has been before, and it will be next? Who is essential? Is there a father-mother independent of any determination, not only visual, cultural or even political, floating alone in the artistic unaware of the existence of others? It seems that the answer sought is not. Second, at least according to Main.
Pablo Picasso said: "Il n'y a pas de faux pas on n'y a que des faux," and Salvador Dali: "Those Who will imitate veulent jamais personne it créent rien". Apertura maggiore, oltre la visione che considera falso ciò che somiglia o tende verosilìmilmente a un modello considerato unico e primo. Questa mostra non fa altro che stimolarne la riflessione e porre un problema, non vincolato al passato, ma legato al presente delle nostre vite, quelle di tutti i giorni. Insomma, esisterebbe creazione artistica senza la copia?
Sappiamo come, soprattutto a partire dagli anni Sessanta, l'aura sacra dell'opera sia andata progressivamente svanendo, e come numerosi siano stati gli esempi concreti di contestazione contro l'idea di originilatià o di autore. La società ha smosso la sicurezza di chi aveva trovato il potere di creare per poi scoprirsi nient'altro che copiatore di ciò che da sempre is chased, art. But we can take it further. The same copy considered bogus, can not itself be an original? Although it may look similar in appearance or in the idea, the false is inevitably unique. By establishing a certain distance, an abyss, almost imperceptibly to himself and the source, it opens another dimension, a different language. It seems that in this rewrite of the identical, the introduction of small but deep ruptures, it can also embody an author and social collective.
The problem of copies, to think of it, it becomes topical disconcerting: you can easily buy the collector to Dr. Girardin a Modigliani, not quite emerged from the hand of Amedeo. I falsi si installano nel corpo sociale ed economico come bacilli di virus che possono esplodere nelle mani dei più ricchi, provocando la beffa oltre il danno. Possiamo intravedere allora nell'attività di questi copisti, anche una critica politica e filosofica al mercato dell'arte, all'egemonia di un qualcosa che in realtà non è riconoscibile. Basta una firma ad autenticare l'opera? Se sì, allora che tipo di rapporto stiamo avendo con l'arte? Forse, nell'età della continua riproduzione, sono proprio i falsari a preservare un'originalità, una reinvenzione e rigenerazione?
A Second Main trovate, per esempio, un esquisse pour les Demoiselles d'Avignon di André Raffray che ovviamente rimanda al celebre quadro di Pablo Picasso; sempre di Raffray merita la Broyeuse de chocolat N°2 de Marcel Duchamp, Interrompue. Imperdibile è il Modigliani di Elmyr de Hory, personaggio esemplare nella storia dei falsi, immortalato dal grande Orson Welles nel film F for Fake. Interessante è il lavoro del collettivo britannico formatosi nel 1968 grazie a Michael Baldwin, Art&Language, che rimette in questione la modernità fondendo in una pratica collettiva e quindi anonima due stili opposti: il realismo sociale sovietico e la dripping di Jackson Pollock. Vi sono poi numerosi esemplari riconducibili alla Pop Art, come le riletture di Sophie Matisse delle opere di Roy Lichtenstein; la celebre NOT Manzoni (Merda d'Artista, 1969) e il NOT Warhol (Brillo Boxes, 1970) di Mike Bidlo. Lo stesso Maurizio Cattelan è presente come falsario con la sua Joseph Beuys' Suit (nella foto), allusione alla grandezza dell'artista e alla mitologia dell'arte. E molti altri ancora...
Il grande drago rosso si è risvegliato. Divenuta locomotiva economica mondiale, la Cina turbocapitalista è artefice e while victims of the greatest migration ever took place in the world. Millions of people are leaving the heart of the country because of poor farming villages to reach the vast and chaotic city. Industrialization is wiping out the old ways, changing the rhythms of a company with a long tradition, to make way for a lifestyle that will be increasingly influenced by Western economies matrix. We rely on writing one of the largest contemporary Chinese authors, Mo Yan, in order to better understand the tradition that the immense population of Beijing is likely to be lost in a maze of concrete and factories. Reviewing briefly the life of Mo Yan - born in 1955 in a remote and poor village of Shadong - We can observe that after the Maoist Cultural Revolution, the young writer has tried in various works: the herdsman, the factory worker, and last soldier in the army. Over the years, however, Mo Yan has never abandoned his passion for literature, composing stories with feverish persistence. His major work is Red Sorghum, a great epic story that takes up the stories and legends of the Chinese people - transposed to the big screen by director Zhang Yimou and winner of the Golden Bear at the Berlin Festival in 1988. Affected, according to the writer, from Faulkner and Marquez, we also note that Mo Yan is the founder of a literary movement known in China as Search of Roots. Thus, it The man who bred cats we find characteristic of the Chinese pen. First, it appears that the search for a lyric writing, able to evoke a primitive nature. And yet, in this text we find the legends and stories as a real search and peculiarities of the writer. The combination of the natural with the legendary gives shape to a "fantastic realism" where reality, sometimes violent, is veiled and softened by the magic component. Is it irrational element, which flows almost nell'onirico, not to allow the reader to determine whether the story told may be true or likely. An example We find this style of narrative vividly in the story that gives the title to the collection, The man who bred cats , where, in an archaic and rural China, a boy is capable of strange and mysterious charm and dancing to the her cats. But this "fantastic realism" is present in all nine stories that make up the collection published by Einaudi , where you can hear the voices of a Chinese original in Mo Yan was able to hear sounds.
Among can-can dancers and other adventures do not come from the magazine is banned in some gargantuan collections such as paper and cathedrals Rising pace. How not to stop to peek behind the opaque glass case, in addition to the books on display, and extend the curious eyes watching. As long as the courageous hand pushes the door firmly and with bold appearance it crosses the threshold in that place full of wonders. There are libraries and bookstores, and without a reckless form of snobbery free, there is no doubt that there is dust and powder, pages and pages. And now some places, perhaps a natural mystical dimension given by fate, they are repositories of extraordinary men and crossroads or simple porters that contain in their three-dimensional alphabet of human knowledge. And then there are these dots on the globe, gaunt and distant, but present over time, mindful of what was at Alexandria - the smoke still wander like a restless spirit. So I the elegant Paris to Shakespeare & Co. has taken the form ' Joyce's Ulysses, thanks to the talented Sylvia Beach that gave way to that legendary charm all collialti the Left Bank. Among the tulips and windmills instead, in the city of Maastricht is one of the finest libraries of the world sort relining a Dominican church of the thirteenth century. If we cross the English Channel and arrive in the land of Albion is a must drop in at Daunt Books in Marylebone High Street, a bookstore specializing in books set in a local chatwiniani in stile edoardiano. Spostandosi poi nella penisola iberica, nella bella Barcellona, troviamo in Calle Elisabets 6 La Central del Raval , nella zona storica della città, dove si ritrovano giovani artisti. Una delle più antiche librerie d'Europa, costruita nel 1869 è la Livraria Lello a Porto, in Rua das Carmelitas 144. A Trieste, in via San Nicolò 30, Umberto Saba acquista e forgia la sua Libreria antiquaria (nella foto). Al suo interno sembra che nulla sia stato ancora spostato o messo in ordine. Pile e pile di tomi, libelli e volumi si susseguono instabilmente con immenso piacere di Bouvard e Pécuchet. Per concludere, oltre Atlantico, nella libreria El Ateneo di Buenos Aires still hear Borges speaks of his love.