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Io mi ti raccomando. Vedi se tue farnetichi: cognoscesti tu mio padre? A vision came to me just before daybreak, and it feels like a thousand years passed before you arrived Piovano, I beg you, do this good act and quickly, and for our part your money is not better spent than in buying Nastagio and me a half carafe of Malvasia.

I come here only to realize that you want me to work? And if he had lived eight more days, he would have been hanged. I would not waste one coin on him. But if you two want to buy a jug of Malvasia for the three of us, I will teach you an enchantment, one that dispels the morning fog, so that it will never disturb you. His complete works were recently published: Tutte le poesie, Gangemi Editore, Author of six critical books and numerous educational text- books as well as newspaper and literary journal articles, Filippelli is a deeply religious poet with strong roots in Southern Italy.

His major themes are historical and cultural focusing on the plight of Southern Italy, on nature and on the minority of exploited or abused creatures and persons. These are the first English versions of his work. Ti strapperanno con oscura forza, ignara e dolce, dalla solitudine. Io sentii da lontano il suo schioppo. Nulla gli dissi, lo guardai negli occhi. They will tear you, with dark strength you, unknowing and tender, from solitude. Slobber oozing hatred will drip on your innocence. To a Dog They killed you one morning, and you were old and so tired that not even a cry rose from your throat, few drops stained the dirt road.

I heard the gunshot from afar. I ran. I saw. I said nothing, looked at him in the eyes. He approached you, the coward, pointed his arm at you, checking to see if you would fight back, then he touched you no longer afraid. But you were still alive, you raised your eyes to his face, veiled by the agony, but without rancour, sad, slowly you licked his hand with your faithful mouth.

O ansiosi morti There appeared our women, wrapped in shawls of mourning proud figures who surrendered to hunger and came down from the mountains. They were behind their lined up pails, gestures of fretful but determined creatures, earth rekindling their faces with each breath of shame. And so too the British soldier showed compassion for those shadows hovering at dusk: they returned with the light step of thoughtful beggars, with their black shawls in their eyes silence arid immense.

Oh My Beloved Dead The South burned you with staunch sun oh my own dead, my restless dead shy figures like the twisted roots of my life where a declining light deepens. The subdued event of shadows that descend from you to the sea I feel pass over me, as the earth feels the vast murmur of the grass in the rapid sweep of wind E tu fosti una statua di silenzio coi figli stretti intorno ai tuoi ginocchi, e mamma ti guardava dalla soglia.

Cadde tutta la vigna giovinetta. Tu rimanevi come un capitano fiero davanti alla sua schiera morta. They circled you with their snickers prostrating the delicate shoots, the roots planting their machine guns they searched your eyes to find your agony. As though you were a statue of silence with your children clinging to your knees and Mother watching from the doorway. All the young vineyard fell. You remained like a proud captain in front of your dead ranks.

From Ritratto da nascondere, , Tutte le poesie Grass Grass is born on the edge of the roads it lives on a drop of light. Over the centuries the human grass of the South felt the harsh steps of men, ignorant and on purpose, press down then leave, it bent over without dying, laid down curled up in the knots of its roots, in the slow agony of its land.

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Allora, in quel lontano chiarore si sbatteva, con lunghe ali di gioia, come un gabbiano, la mia infanzia. Then, in that faraway brightness writhed my childhood like a seagull with long wings of joy, Now my blind soul digs furrows in the Earth like a mole. His collections of poetry include Otto febbraio Scheiwiller, ; Giorni di scuola Edimond, ; Piccole poesie per banconote Polistampa, ; Corpuscolo Einaudi, ; Vecchi filmati Manni, and Mancanze Einaudi, He is also the author of the critical work Il cieco e la luna.

Parlava… Le carezzai piano piano i capelli. Era tornata la calma sembrava. La mattina le carezzai i capelli. Poi, tutta la giornata. Spoke in her sleep. I slowly, slowly stroked her hair. Things turned calm it seemed. In the morning I stroked her hair. And again, at night, upon going to bed my hand reached for the silk of her tormented little head. Era anziano e malato. Era stato un buon pianista. E adesso, in poltrona, leggeva una partitura, eseguendola in mente.

He was old and sick. He had been a fine pianist. And now, in his armchair, he read a score and played it in his head. And thought is something no less incredible, if you think about it, this nothing that becomes word and movement, the stream of terms that exercises its right to be pronounced in silence and flow here transcribed, the immaterial within the material -or perhaps in its void -like Grace in its mortal body.

Her PhD is in Paleoanthropology, and her studies took her to Middle Paleolithic excavations in France and Germany, where her long- dormant love of languages was rekindled. After a second visit to Italy in , she began studying Italian at the University of Ari- zona, beginning with Italian and proceeding through all the undergraduate courses. She discovered her passion for translat- ing with the very first poem in a level Italian literature class, and began translating WWII-era short stories in with Beppe Cavatorta.

He is the editor of several books and anthologies: Bal- leriniana with Elena Coda, , A. He is also the author of Scrivere contro Writing against, , in which he recreated a profile of experimental writing in Italy from the be- ginning of the twentieth century to the late s. Cavatorta also specializes in the theory and practice of translation and cultural interchange. In he edited for Mondadori Poesie — Poems, — , the collected poetry of Luigi Ballerini.

Cavatorta is finally the co-editor with Luigi Ballerini of Those who from afar Look Like Flies, an anthology of Italian poetry from Officina to the present. The second volume is in the making. In , after living in various small towns throughout Italy, he settled in Rome, where he taught elementary school for the rest his life.

With Il seme del piangere The seed of tears, the poet returns to the style of his early collections and more traditional poetic forms. The comprehensive col- lection Tutte le poesie The collected poems; published by Garzanti in contains numerous previously uncollected poems. Caproni was an amateur violinist, and music is central to this collection, in which the rhythm of the poems mirrors that of the hunt, a symbol for the attempt to capture meaning through poetry.

After the death of Caproni in , Giorgio Agamben edited a new collection of his poems entitled Res amissa Things removed. Le riconosceva una per una, come il pastore riconosce le sue pecore, e nel sole infinito che batteva su di esse fermava a lungo lo sguardo su quelle pietre cariate — sul suo paese tagliato dalla rotabile a fondo valle, con tutte le case vecchie ad eccezione della sua e di poche altre, candide pei muri di calce al sole. Her eyes came to rest on each, confirming them one by one, as a shep- herd does his sheep.

And as the endless sun beat down on them, her gaze came to rest at last upon those crumbling stones — upon her village divided by the road at the bottom of the valley, upon all the old houses with their white-washed walls except for hers and a few others glowing in the sun. But, she regained her composure — she had quietly accepted this new force growing in her; it was almost as if she had discovered that she was pregnant again. And without answering the children, filled with a profound sense of calm, she took them back to the place of her self-imposed exile over the stable in Casanova.

And looking at those planks, with cracks as wide as a finger letting the sour stink of the animals waft up, looking at her children who were so vulnerable, she wanted to explain to them the thing that she could not explain even to herself—she would have liked to instill in them at least a little of the immense hot tide that was in her, that thing that she seemed no longer able to contain.

Right now they are there, and our house is no longer our own. She laid them gently on the planks, in the pungent warm air that came up from the barn, and as soon as they had fallen asleep, she had drifted back into her thoughts. In her mind, she was climbing up the ridge and staring one-by-one JIT Un uomo, pensava Rina, simile alla gente nostra — un uomo con le nostre parole liguri sulle labbra ma incomprensibile per il significato diverso che in lui prendevano le stesse parole usate da lei o dette dalla sua gente a lei.

E le pareva proprio di sentirsi ancora una volta incinta ripensando alla sera in cui il tenente con un libro in mano era disceso in cucina dalla camera a lei usurpata. Io ammirerei suo marito se fosse qui con noi. Li ripeteva lenti — erano versi penetrati in lei lentamente, una nostalgia di lui, non ligure, per lei e i monti della Liguria di lei. Li aveva scritti suo marito in guerra e cosa poteva capire del loro lamento il tenente fascista? She saw the lieutenant in her most private room sleeping in her bed, with a machine gun on her pillow. He is a man, thought Rina, not unlike our people — a man who speaks our Ligurian dialect, but is somehow incomprehensible; he spoke the same words that she used and that others spoke to her, but their meanings were twisted and distorted coming from his lips.

She saw again in her mind the lieutenant entering her house for the first time with his men, and she finally concluded this: this man must be destroyed. Because this is what she had felt: as soon as the Alpine Fascists had arrived, everything had turned toxic to her even the apple blossoms, even the red rocks and pines of her Valtrebbia, even the deep blue river running between the red stones and the crystalline sky of the Valtrebbia as if it all had been ruined by some invisible stain.

And now the warm and infinite wave that was in her grew as she replayed in her mind the Fascist officer in the semi-dark kitchen giving her orders with a voice that had tried in vain to be kind, while his men were taking over her rooms and her kitchen utensils. Rooms and utensils that they had stolen, just as they had stolen the Ligurian words — stolen, not in the sense that those things belonged to her the partisans had also used those rooms and things, except that in that case, it was natural and right, as if she herself had used them , but rather, she recognized, because the Fascists had used those very things against her, by making her an instrument in their scheme, and thus turning her against every true thing.

And it felt again as if she were pregnant, thinking of the night when the lieutenant had come down to the kitchen, down from the bedroom he had stolen from her, with a book in his hand. I would admire him if he were here with us. In any case, here is a truly beautiful poem, with words that even I understand.

Now Rina repeated the verses to herself from memory, just to make them real again. She recited them slowly — they were verses that entered her slowly: the longing of JIT E la paura le era venuta la notte, dormendo con la madre vecchia e i bambini in cucina. He had written these words in war. What of their lament could this Fascist lieutenant possibly understand? But it was exactly this that infuriated her: that in fact, he did understand.

And because of this, she felt him now, with those intimate words coming from his mouth, more than ever her enemy over there in her bed; he was clearly a wrong that must be righted at all cost. And now I can say that we will go back tomorrow. The woman had fallen sound asleep in front of the JIT Volle lei stessa chiudere gli occhi ai morti e prima che ad ogni altro a Sardegna morto col pugno chiuso.

When the first firing began, she told the children, who had been startled awake, that a show had begun. The October nights were becoming quite cold, so Rina hurried quickly to the house that was finally hers again. There were still fresh droppings from mules and horses on the road through Loco, and in the house an unbearable musty smell of strangers. But why had that hot wave inside her not cooled? She had heard that four partisans had been killed, finished off by the lieutenant just before he left, each with a shot to the neck, and that was foremost in her mind — more than the intense joy that her house was her own again.

Really, and she felt quite sincere thinking this she would have preferred to lose the house than to have these men lose their lives. Because she felt vaguely that they had died for her, so that she could take back her house—for herself, for her children, and also for her husband, whenever he might return. Il Natale diceva Pablo Ma il Natale non era sotto quegli alberi vetrificati di gelo e di luna.

She wanted to close the eyes of the dead herself, and first among them, Sardegna who lay with fist clenched. A fist, even when abandoned on the cement that way, that before was truly hard and Ligurian, despite his assumed name of Sardegna. And at last, without a tear, she knew that she had found a match for that immense, almost living thing in her belly: it was the same thing locked inside that fist, which no power on earth would ever release.

Per- haps it was one of the last chestnut husks, weighed down by the snow. All four of them were focusing on those soft thuds each clump fell, echo- ing the distant muffled rumble of mortar fire. With almost every blast — maybe while someone a child, a little girl, a mother died because of that strike, under the rubble of a wall -- another clump of snow slid from the trees, and fell softly as Pablo continued talk- ing, and someone died.

But while the bells were silent, and not one single light was on, why did Pablo, continue to speak on that night between the 24th and 25th of December of Christmas that was no longer there, either, a few kilometers away from the village? The clumps of snow continued to fall softly, echoing the distant mortars. It was a night, this is certain: one night of the year and of man. Le traduzio- ni sono comparse sulla rivista El Ghibli - e su altre riviste online e cartacee.

Le sue raccolte poetiche sono state tradotte in varie lingue, tra cui francese, spagnolo, norvegese, finlandese, sloveno e afrikaans. Le sue poesie sono state pubblicate in oltre 50 antologie e libri di testo. Libri e tascabili Prairie Pub Poems tascabile, poesia. Wind Songs tascabile, poesia Thistledown Press, Saskatoon, Prairie Pub Poems poesia. Thistledown Press, Saskatoon, Pear Seeds in My Mouth tascabile, poesia. Sesame Press, Windsor, Ancestral Dances poesia. Jan Lake Poems poesia.

Harbour Publishing, Madeira Park, Coteau Books, Regina, Stalking Place: Poems Across Borders poesia. Air Canada Owls poesia. Nightwood Editions, Madeira Park. West Into Night poesia. Jan Lake Sharing poetry chapbook. Privately printed, Saskatoon, with Jim Harris. Birchbark Meditations poetry chapbook. Writers of the Plains, New Mexico, Icons of Flesh poesia. Ekstasis Editions, Victoria, Today I Belong to Agnes poesia. Ekstasis Editions, Frog Hollow Press, Victoria, Smoky Peace Press, Grande Prairie, Halo of Morning tascabile, poesia.

Leaf Press, Lantzville, Language of Horse poesia online; tascabile, poesia Coracle Press, Montreal, Road Apples tascabile, poesia Rubicon Press, Edmonton, What We Miss poesia. Looking Back Sometimes I am shaken by a desire to return to that child I was- endless days under a vast sky, sun omnipresent as the mongrel that dogged my footsteps. A half-century and more removed, I remember each day bloomed wonder.

Never bored, I did not realize how poor we were, having so much. Perhaps it is our nature to hold hard to what causes least pain? To indulge moments of nostalgia is no act of foolishness. Sguardo sul passato A volte sono scosso da un desiderio di ritornare il bambino che ero — giorni infiniti sotto un cielo immenso sole onnipresente come il cane bastardo che mi tallonava. Suspension of Belief Cables, ropes and wooden slats create a seemingly fragile sagging arc high above the crash and dash of Capilano Canyon.

I am five. In my eyes this is not a bridge — but rather, some adult deceit designated to instill fear in a small boy. Father takes my hand, envelops it in warmth, strength and security a child comes to accept as truth. I step forward. Beneath my feet faith and trust teeter and sway side to side, nothing beneath me but a void my fear has filled. Mio padre mi prende la mano, la avvolge col calore, la forza e la sicurezza che un bambino riconosce come veri.

Sotto i miei piedi fede e fiducia traballano e oscillano fianco a fianco, niente sotto di me se non un vuoto colmato dalla mia paura. The Thief Reflects Tell me, what have I stolen from you that you have missed? Surely you know I have taken only inessential fragments you would have shed without my help. I can in no way be dismissed as common thief, nor as cheap trickster. You must agree I am a thief of impeccable taste: I did choose you. Nocturne 1. Night is never dark enough for some. There will always be things to hide. Cold speaks its own language.

The deafest ear will hear something. Fear not the night, the dark, the cold. It is ourselves that we need to fear. An open heart will always be hurt. Close it if you must. All hearts die. Di sicuro sai che ho preso solo frammenti inessenziali li avresti sperperati senza il mio aiuto. Non posso proprio essere liquidato come ladro comune, o dozzinale truffatore. Devi convenire che sono un ladro di gusto ineccepibile: infatti ho scelto te. Notturno 1. Sempre ci saranno cose da celare.

Il freddo parla la sua propria lingua. Paura non avere di notte, freddo, buio. Di noi stessi che dobbiamo aver paura. Chiudilo, se devi. Tutti i cuori muoiono. Closed hearts only the pain of no. Only a fool tries to stop the wind. The same fool tries to stop hurt. The open hand feels good about itself. The closed hand always wonders why. Hourglass The evidence lies everywhere. Grains of sand. We ignore the image — the bottom half, its increasing sand. It is funerals we attend with growing frequency that give us pause, make us feel the measure, the urgency, the anticipatory snare drum roll.

Beat by beat, grain by grain. I cuori chiusi solo la pena del no. Solo un folle tenta di fermare il vento. Lo stesso folle tenta di fermare il male. Clessidra Le prove sono ovunque. Granelli di sabbia. Make it Last A flash of orange and black through sun-splattered aspen leaves, the faintest glimpse of baltimore oriole; or the brilliant scarlet shoulder sheen as a red-winged blackbird warbles from its wind-bent cat-tail perch; or a high-above dissonant clamour of a passing startle of snow geese etched white on unmarred blue: rare moments the willfully blind view as commonplace, or do not see.

Beauty surrounds us — no charge, no previous experience needed. Stand awhile. Look and listen. Make it last. Beauty is Where You Find It Why deny Beauty can illuminate a January day when wind has taken a break and the air is a hush, a blanket of expectation?

Even that miserly sun, that furtive fox creeping ever southward, bounces brilliant diamond facets off sculpted snow, mauve with shadow. This winter postcard pleases me, even though I do not stand long admiring the chill wonder of glistening snow, caught JIT Guarda e ascolta. Nature dies with such flamboyance, such acrylic outbursts. I gaze at this flaunting of fiery hues and unbidden names flash into my mind.

I have seen too many friends too soon to the grave. La natura muore con tale fastoso sfolgorio, tali deflagrazioni acriliche. Io fisso questo sfoggio di sfumature fiammeggianti e spontanei i nomi nella mente mi saettano. Ho accompagnato troppi amici, troppo presto alla tomba. I loro elogi funebri rammentano come ogni foglia del verde acero deve flambare e cadere.

March Musing Alone with my thoughts I reflect on so many themes, but so often these musings return to you, the centre of my world and the wonder of it all, the serendipity, if indeed such matters ever are, that we managed somehow, with all the infinite permutations and random rolls of the dice, to found each other. For we have saved each other and we have both been saved. In the finding, lay the saving; in the saving, lay the finding. Nel trovarsi, sta il salvarsi; nel salvarsi, sta il trovarsi.

Sei motivi per cui scrivo poesie Biagio Marin was born in in Grado, a fishing village on the coast between Venice and Trieste, in a region under Austrian rule until He studied in Florence and Vienna before the First World War, and then, after service in the Italian army during the war, also in Rome. He spent his working life in Northern Italy as a schoolteacher, schools inspector and finally as a librarian in Trieste. He published his first collection of poetry in More than thirty further volumes followed, almost all in the dialect of Grado, where he lived in retirement from until his death in From the s onwards he was recognised as an important and distinctive voice, a poet writing with apparent simplicity in traditional rhym- ing forms in a quite unprovincial way, whose dialectal colouring was in fact not a serious barrier for readers from other parts of Italy.

His rate of publication increased rather than diminished in old age, which saw him produce some of his best work. El corpo mio el gera una biondura de gran al vento ne la grande istae e ne le vene el veva la frescura de le rogie che score trasognae. Me son in paradiso! No one sees it. My death has been maturing for so long, the sickle only flashing at the wheat. I look at it and think that I feel strong and then I shiver walking down the street.

My body was a blonding field of grain on which the wind of a great summer played, and it had coolness in its every vein from little streams that flowed by half-asleep. I am in paradise! Poplars still tremble in the light enraptured with the breeze, and the world is at ease in this hour before night. Stirred I turn round and mark how the blue turns to gold, JIT Tra sera e note, Carne, carne tu geri JIT Profumi persi e prumitinti de cu sa quale ignote fioridure: JIT Flesh wants children to come the full moon and the sun, wants every crust and crumb to take on fleshly form.

You were rich black earth wanting to make corn, you were solid stone from which a house is born. I was born to stand watching on one side life which is just a cloud for the wind to unwind. It has unwound your hair, your breast it has undone, and your beauty is now where such things with God have gone. All faded All faded and nothing was there: a dream glimpsed in its flight, a weak breath of air from a summer already gone. That was the life I led: and on the horizon a mountain faded beneath the veil that hid the first stars of a night travelling on.

Lost fragrances that came JIT The light, the light, the wicked light seducing with its playfulness, above, below, and anywhere it liked, and lasting just an hour, or less. Wondrous the tricks Wondrous the tricks put on by flowers that are not made to last, by clouds in the blue air above sailing untroubled past. Never shall I turn you down, for you I always thirst, loving you with infirm mind much more than solid earth.

Those parties of the apple trees drunk on the open sky, till the fine petals founder when a windy witch storms by! You, spring, are just crazy, summer, you burn the heart, and sun, you shine into the blood that revels in your heat. I want to stay in your abyss in any of its ways. Lassa la vita a largo e che la vaga a pico; el to barco xe cargo del to nemico. La mutassion origina el canto; JIT Let life sail the seas, let it go and capsize, you have in your hold your foe and your prize.

Nothing has passed Nothing has passed and died, and all is present and alive: morning and evening sky are one, light filled me from a single sun. My life has been an act of love, which light fed with its food, and now light carries it away down a more silent road. It was a sunny dawn when one late June into the world I came in joy. He held the sun in his heart and fist, that naked laughing little boy. Silence calls to me Silence calls to me, and I obey. The ancient yearning of the heart is summoned from its deep hideaway. Thus it melts into the shadows, becoming rhythm, then words that make lasting music and then fly, JIT It is painful, the secret that the silence sets free.

The night has icy hands; it lays them on my heart; there are no more faraway comets on which to depart. I am scorched earth. Rain kisses on me now: on your bosom I find rest, black night carries me away JIT She has published articles on Fenoglio and Pavese as well as on popular culture and language pedagogy. Taccuino Americano edited by Michelangelo LaLuna. A pediatrician, an artist, and a poet, he has not received the large-scale attention given to Pound, Yeats, and Eliot since he had neither love for the American academy, nor for the academic critic.

His most consist- ent principle in sixty years of writing was the use of natural speech rhythms: the line divided and spaced so as to suggest rhythmic breaks in the language as it is spoken. A poem, he said, is not made of thoughts, but of words like pigments, and the poet is a word-user who depicts the artistry of language. Words in a poem cease to represent symbols for ideas, and become the real matter of actuality — exorcising the word in its relation with things. Words are, for Williams, a semantic revelation born hic et nunc, free voices of his American contemporary reality.

Color of flower, Blood-bright berry none, nor flame-rust On leaf, nor pink gall-sting on stem, nor Staring stone, Ay de mi! So sit I here, So stand, so walk about. Beside The flower-white tree not so lonely I: Torn petals, dew-wet, yellowed my bared ankles. Love Song from Al que quiere! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves, smears with saffron the horned branches that lean heavily against a smooth purple sky!

There is no light only a honey-thick stain that drips from leaf to leaf and limb to limb spoiling the colors of the whole world — you far off there under the wine-red selvage of the west! Giallo, giallo, giallo corrode nelle foglie, chiazza con zafferano i bicorni rami che pendono pesanti contro un liscio cielo porporino!

It is this that rouses a tumult in my breast. At mere sight of you my voice falters, my tongue is broken. Straightway, a delicate fire runs in my limbs; my eyes are blinded and my ears thunder. Sweat pours out: a trembling hunts me down. I grow paler than grass and lack little of dying. The Hard Listener from The Wedge The powerless emperor makes himself dull writing poems in a garden while his armies kill and burn.

Al solo mirarti la mia voce vacilla, la mia lingua si disfa. Immediatamente, un fuoco delicato corre per le mie membra; i miei occhi si oscurano e le mie orechie tuonano. A song. Seldom a song. Una canzone. Di rado una canzone. Dovrebbe essere una canzone — fatta di dettagli, vespe, una genziana — qualcosa di immediato, cesoie aperte, occhi di donna — risveglio centrifugo, centripeto JIT Good Christ what is a poet — if any exists? He is on the editorial board for the second tome of Those Who From Afar Look Like Flies University of Toronto Press, forthcoming , a bilingual anthology of contemporary Italian poetry, and his most recent translations have been published in the Journal of Italian Translation.

Damiano Gurisatti is a high school teacher in Italy. His primary research interests concern ancient Greek literature and philosophy, with a particular focus on ancient Christian literature. He also has a strong interest in the language, literature, and culture of his native Friuli. His main research interests lie in twentieth-century Italian literature and cultural history, with a particular focus on representations of the Holocaust, antifascist exiles in the United States, and Italian dialect poetry.

Pierluigi Cappello was born in Gemona del Friuli in In , the Friuli earthquake forced his family to relocate from Chi- usaforte, a little village in the Fella valley at the foot of the Carnic Alps, to another small town, Tricesimo, closer to the larger city of Udine. It is in this area that he lived for most of his life, first in a prefabricated building donated by the Austrian government, and then — for only a few years before his premature death in — in De Thomasis, Gurisatti, Maglianti-Cappello.

Gurisatti, G. In , a motor accident put him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. On a personal level, as a resistance to the severe disability caused by a motor accident in his youth; secondly, De Thomasis, Gurisatti, Maglianti-Cappello. In Italian and especially in Friulian, Cappello prefers fairly common and yet evocative words, that are decontextualized from their original pragmatic use and given a new, poetic meaning. As a result, his language is refined but not pedantic. Who he sings to — other than to his own doubles — remains an open question, but certainly his verses are not directed JIT More than a loner, Cappello presents himself as an exile, living at the periphery of Italy as well as at the outer limits of lan- guage, particularly when writing in Friulian.

Despite the phisical hindrance that forced him to remain sedentary, he was in exile from his native Chiusaforte, the village abandoned after the earth- quake. Indeed, he experienced exile within his own land, Friuli, a land historically prone to emigration: abroad, overseas, and from mountain villages to lower towns, like he did. Estrangement is a characteristic technique of Cap- pello, who in his later poems see Parole povere, written in Italian describes Chiusaforte and its former inhabitants from a detached, peripheral perspective as well as from a position of profound sympathy.

They are the result of a year-long process of discussion and exchange between Sandro-Angelo de Thomasis and myself. Our work on the Friulian verses which constitute the major part of the lyrics anthologized here would not have been possible without the invaluable linguistic expertise and cultural advice of Damiano Gurisatti. I wish to thank both Damiano and Sandro for their friendship and for this adventure between three languages, Friulian, Italian, and English. And I sing simply to console myself.

Stanza from a traditional Friulian song, documented since Giovanni Gortani, Saggio di canti popolari friulani and popularized throughout the last century by the widespread practice of choruses and, more recently, by folk music revival. According to musicologist Roberto Frisano, the original context of these lines is probably to be sought in the realm of concealed love, but to date they are commonly deemed to embody a sort of motto of Friulian philosophy and lifestyle.

X Today that is cold winter cold mirror on the leaf and my heart quakes like a bare branch; today that to speak is to leave and love of myself drowns itself between the word spoken and that one yet to speak; listen to me well, for well I know how to die for myself, Donzel, figure of love: between me and me soul of mine there is I who cries I in the gold of silence. XIII On the hill with light grass of January as long as the ray that fizzles out in it to be able to rest, to rest And then setting forth once again with the soul as a path that is bitter bitter bitter vivarium for verses.

Loves II Yours is my mouth, love, upon your taste my shame for being alive now that I touch you that I caress you and I stride you like a cat at night along the walls I stride you like a cat along the walls albeit I know that in the calculus of love two minus one gives less than zero and one plus one should give one, albeit it remains now that you go my tasting you on your skin on mine the dripping of your hair inside yours is my fear of forgetting myself. Within the circle of green of your eyes from tired that it was, deeper denser the world will be born.

X I taste the air that you ruffle with your hands this giving and withdrawing of yourself shining in the dark here the hunger, there the bread of my hunger you flowery in the midst and a flower the rock that ceases to flourish in me; I taste this air and it would be enough if for living the fear of living were not less far than yourself. Nowhere To Write Moon If less bitter at the awakening were the enchantment here would be your living, where it shines a little farther away. Within the shining of the moon that I see shining as if perfect on the leaf now that I have written it.

Without earth and without sky JIT Una sarchia la terra magra di un orto in salita la vestaglia a fiori tenui la sottoveste che si vede quando si piega. Uno impugna la motosega e sa di segatura e stelle. Uno cade dalla bicicletta legata e quando si alza ha la manica della giacca strappata e prova a rincorrerci. Uno manda via i bambini e le cornacchie con il fucile caricato a sale. Uno bussa la mattina di Natale con una scatola di scarpe sottobraccio aprite, aprite.

One hoes the poor soil of a slanting garden the nightgown with faint flowers the underskirt visible when she leans over. One holds the chainsaw and he smells of sawdust and stars. One breaks the air with his yell because timber crushed his arm it went crack like a great branch breaking and I was there, I was little. One falls from the tied bicycle and when he gets up his sleeve is ripped and he tries to run after us.

One sends away kids and crows with his gun loaded with salt. One all muscles and stains on his undershirt Isolina bring me some coffee, he says. One knocks on Christmas morning with a shoebox under his arm open, open. Uncle has arrived, he has arrived hush-hush from France, he says, loudly. One leaves home covering an eye with her palm while from the uncovered eye she cries. One laughs and has a big gap in her front teeth another also laughs, but she has neither gaps nor front [teeth. Una perde la testa quando viene la sera dopo una bottiglia di Vov.

Una ha la gobba grande e trova sempre le monete per strada. One kicks a cat and loses her slipper while doing it. One loses her mind when the night comes after a bottle of Vov. One has a huge hump on her back and always finds money on the street. One with his own words there and then sets up a strike destined to fail you always say you gotta work but you never say come and get paid mister, he said. And it is already the remembrance of a remembering. One reads Mickey Mouse he likes Tarzan movies and Laurel and Hardy and he made himself a canoe at home which is too big to go through the door.

One says to me, at this point you should put the word amen because this would be a prayer, as you made it. And I say that I like the word amen because it smells of prayer and of rain inside the earth and of pity inside the silence but I would not put the word amen because I have no pity for you all because I only have my eyes in yours and the joy of the vanquished and a great sadness. In this column from October, , Pasolini addresses the problem of the mass migration of impoverished southern Italians to the north, and in particular the issue of the absence of decent housing in and around the city of Rome.

In doing so he criticizes a newly released film by the director Luchino Visconti, Rocco and His Brothers, about a family of farmers that leaves its native Lucania in search of a better life in the northern industrialized city of Milan. Paola Bonifazi, of the University of Texas at Austin, who encouraged this project, and whose course on postwar Italian films inspired it.

Manno - Immagine sognata n. Bel modo di risolvere i problemi, non le sembra? Milan: Mondadori, , I would like to know what you think of this problem a consequence of the ill-fated fascist laws, never revoked, regarding urbanization all the more since it refers to characters whom you have made protagonists in your novels. The latter, I mean, are well aware of the existence of the sub-proletarian world on the periphery of Rome, formed in large part of these very same non-residents: but they are aware of them from somewhat of a distance, as a problem to deal with within a general set of problems: sometimes bureaucratically, sometimes a bit demagogically.

In reality we Marxists struggle a little to believe in the actual existence of a sub-proletariat: which is no longer the classic sub-proletariat, purely an inert mass: but is in a phase of transformation and evolution. Ma anche questo, tutto sommato li trasforma: nel peggiore dei casi il loro ingenuo fatalismo si trasforma in un tipo anarchico di rivolta. Egli infatti ha diritto di vivere come vuole e dove vuole. E allora? E infatti le borgate, volute dai fascisti, e consacrate dai democristiani, sono veri e propri campi di concentramento.

Visconti The problem of the non-residents is really something which tes- tifies to this new phase of the sub-proletariat of the capital almost entirely emigrated from the South. In fact — coming in contact with a new social reality, with new and immediate difficulties — the most passive, inert, resigned sub-proletarians are coming back to life: a desperate spirit of enterprise has taken them from the sad and starving villages of the south to Rome, finding here new material with which to exercise their vivacity, their hope.

At least, they no longer consider sacred that which really is not. It is a pitiful first step. And in fact, in these last months, we have seen a collective, organized movement by the non-residents, who have thus made their status public, have made anyone who possesses a minimum of human and political conscience take notice: and have even gotten some results, or are on the road to getting them. That an Italian citizen can be a non-resident is monstrous.

In fact he has the right to live how he wants and where he wants. Not granting residency amounts to punishing someone for their inten- tions3: which is typical of paternalistic and fascist governments. But aside from the particular monstrosity of this phenomenon, it forms part of a more general and urgent problem: that of unemployment. For that matter there is no work in the miserable southern towns from which the greater part of the non-residents originate. And so? Of course, a concentration camp is always the best solution…And in fact the JIT Tutti gli altri sistemi lasciano assolutamente indifferenti uomini come Cioccetti e soci.

Visconti suburbs, desired by the fascists, and consecrated by the Christian Democrats, are true and proper concentration camps. The others answer to type: the conformist easily influenced by bourgeois ideology Vincenzo 6, the unstable sensuous one Simone and the mystic Rocco. They do not depart from these types, that, at times weigh so much on the character as to make the plot a bit melodramatic, and often confused. I would have asked Visconti for greater courage in having psychological depth: the kind that renders things with complexity, facts with contradictions, events with difficulty: that is never mere entertainment.

Psychological depth — which, naturally, is then rendered entirely concrete, simple, visual, plastic, through the direct use of artistic expression — which indeed Visconti used in Terra Trema. I have made this Viscontian digression in order to say that regarding the problem of Roman non-residents, or rather regard- ing Rocco and brothers who live by the dozens, by the hundreds of thousands in the suburbs, that what is needed on the political level is not optimism in the facile and sentimental sense of the word: what is needed is rather to deal with often contradictory and painful complications, often unsolvable, often appalling.

We need either to fight without rest, without taking a breath, with the utmost dedication, as many unionists - who are true and proper saints — are doing, or to analyze the problem with the most courageous and merciless intention of getting to the bottom of it and voicing it. All the other approaches leave men like Cioccetti and his as- sociates indifferent. It covers everything from shanty towns arising spontaneously from abandoned construction sites to massive, cheaply built apartment blocks. Devo precisare che in un primo tempo mi sono accostato a questa questione, posso dire anzi di averla scoperta, per una via puramente letteraria: i romanzi di Verga.

La sola letteratura narrati- va alla quale, nel quadro del romanzo italiano, sentivo di potermi riaccostare, dopo le letture giovanili, nel momento in cui col mio primo film affrontavo, sia pure i limiti imposti dal fascismo, un tema contemporaneo della vita italiana, era quella di Mastro Don Gesualdo e dei Malavoglia. Devo dire che, fin da allora, maturai il progetto di fare un film da questo romanzo. Poi venne la guerra, con la guerra la Resistenza e con la Resistenza la scoperta, per un intellettuale della mia formazione, di tutti i problemi italiani, come problemi di struttura sociale oltre che di orientamento culturale, spirituale e morale.

Gramsci non soltanto mi persuase per la acutezza delle sua analisi storico — politiche che mi spiegavano fino in fondo le ragioni, il carattere del Mezzogiorno come grande disgregazione sociale e come mercato di sfruttamento di tipo coloniale da parte della classe dirigente del nord, ma per- JIT Modena: Modena Comune, , pp Luchino Visconti: From Verga to Gramsci Interested as I am in the deeper causes that agitate and trouble the existence of Italians, the changes that create anxiety, I have always seen in the southern question7 one of the main sources of my inspiration.

I must point out that I came across this question in an earlier period. In fact I can say that I discovered it by a purely literary route: the novels of Verga8. That happened in — 41 while I was working on Ossessione9, my first film, in which I was confronting, albeit within the limits imposed by fascism, a contem- porary theme of Italian life. At that moment, the only narrative literature, in the realm of the Italian novel, which I felt I could be close to, after my juvenile readings, was that of Mastro-don Gesualdo and of I Malavoglia I have to say that, since then, I had mulled over a project to make a film from the latter novel.

Then the war came, with the war the Resistance, and with the Resistance the dis- covery, for an intellectual of my background, of all the problems of Italy, such as being problems of social structure, as well as cultural, spiritual and moral tendencies. The differences, the contradictions, the conflicts between North and South became a passion for me beyond the fascination exercised on me, as a northerner, by the mystery of the Mezzogiorno11 and of the islands, still to my eyes very similar to the terra incognita dis- covered by the Mille of Garibaldi Vittorini had sounded a good alarm with his Conversations The mythic mode in which up to that moment I had enjoyed Verga was no longer sufficient for me.

I felt impelled by the need to discover the historical, economic and social bases upon which the southern tragedy had developed, and it was above all through the brilliant writing of Gramsci14 that I was granted the possession of a truth which still waits to be decisively addressed and resolved. Gramsci not only persuaded me by the acuteness of his historical-political analysis which explained to me down to their roots the reasons, the nature of the Mezzogiorno as a great social disintegration and as the product of exploitation of the colonial kind on the part of the ruling class of the North, but JIT Un film nasce da una condizione generale di cultura.

Il lievito. La questione dei rapporti tra fratelli e tra figli e la madre non mi ha certo interessato meno di quella che una simile famiglia provenisse dal Sud, fosse una famiglia meridionale. Visconti because, unlike other important southern authors, he gave me a practical, realistic course of action for transforming the southern question into the central question of the unity of our country: the alliance of the northern workers with the peasants of the South, to break the iron grip of the agrarian-industrial complex.

Furthermore, Gramsci enlightened me on the special, irreplaceable role of the southern intellectual in the cause of progress, once they were able to remove themselves from feudal servility and from the myth of the state bureaucracy A film is born out of a general cultural condition.

Wanting to deal with the southern question, I could begin only from the highest artistic level reached on the basis of such material: with Verga. Looking closely, however, even in Terra Trema16 I tried to bring economic conflict into focus as the source and reason for all of the dramatic development. The keystone of the states of mind, the catalyst, of the psychology and of the conflicts, is thus for me primarily social, even if the conclusions which I reach are only human and relate concretely to single individuals.

However, the blood which flows through history is filled with civil passion, with social issues. And so, Rocco. Think about this: at a moment in which the official position JIT Rispondo alla seconda questione. Vi sono tuttavia almeno due modi di trattarlo. Visconti that is gaining acceptance is that of a Mezzogiorno and of a Sicily and of a Sardinia transformed by the presence of a higher number of asphalt roads, of factories, of land redistribution, of the guar- antee of local autonomy, I wanted to listen to the deeper voice that comes from the southern reality: that is, of a humanity and a civilization that, while it has received only crumbs from the much celebrated so-called economic miracle, is still waiting to escape from its confinement in a moral and spiritual isolation that is still based upon the typically Italian prejudice that keeps the South in a state of inferiority with respect to the rest of the nation.

Perhaps I have pushed this theme in an energetic and even violent way, but no one can reprove me for having forced it in an arbitrary and propagandistic way. I could avail myself of the comfort of the tabloids that record daily the odyssey of the southern workers who go north in search of work and better fortune. But as easy as it might be for me to affirm that the story of Rocco and His Brothers could very well appear in one of those crime-sheet stories17, I would assert that they are quite typical.

In the entirely imagined details of my characters and events, I believe I have posed a moral and ideological problem which is typical of the histori- cal moment in which we live and that is typical of a spirit open, on the one hand, to hope and a desire for a southern rebirth, but on the other hand is continually driven by inadequate remedies towards desperation, or towards utterly partial solutions, such as the individual insertion of every single southerner into a way of life imposed from the outside.

In this context I have set my story that, as has been noted, leads to crime, highlighting an aspect of the southern character that seems to me of great importance: the sentiment, the law, and the taboo of honor I respond to the second question The theme of defeat, of mockery by society of the most generous individual impulses, is a theme as modern as ever. In any case there are at least two ways to deal with it. There is an aesthetic and complacent way which I do not hesitate to define as asocial, even anti-social.

On the other hand, there is a way that examines the conditions of defeat in the context of the difficulties imposed by the established order and that, the more it is enriched by hope and energy, the more it reveals through artistic representation the real face of the obstacles — the JIT Verga arrestava il suo processo inventivo e analitico alla prima fase di questo metodo. Pessimismo il mio?

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Pessimismo, no. Esasperazione dei conflitti? Visconti enlightening flip side of the coin. Verga halted his inventive and analytical process at the first phase of this method. Here, in Rocco, it is not by chance that this character is Ciro, the brother turned laborer, who not only has demonstrated an ability, not romanticized or fleeting, to make for himself a place in life, but who has acquired consciousness of the new obligations that come with new rights.

As you can see I have arrived at social and even political con- clusions, having followed through all of my films only the road of psychological investigation and the faithful reconstruction of a human drama. Would you call it pessimism? Stirring up trouble over the issues? Pessimism, no. Because my pessimism is only that of intellect, not of will. As much as the intellect makes use of pessimism to get to the bottom of the truth of life, so too does the will arm itself, in my opinion, with an arsenal of revolutionary optimism.

But this is the task of art. What is essential is that the issues are real. I believe therefore that I have given with Rocco not a partial portrait, but a portrait on which everyone, if motivated by goodwill, can come together: in condemning that which deserves condemnation and in taking up those hopes, those aspirations which no free man can really refuse.

Because of his terse, unsentimental portrayal of Sicil- ian peasants and laborers he is thought of as the father of Italian realism. His fiction did not prescribe solutions to southern poverty or overtly question the injustice of class disparity. It describes the return of a young man from the north of Italy to his native village in Sic- ily to see his mother, and deals with themes of poverty and exploitation. Among other ideas, he stressed that intellectuals must not merely give direction to working classes, but must educate and be educated by them.

It was funded by the Italian Communist Party and was to have been the first of three films dealing with Sicilian fishermen, peasants, and miners, respectively. The other two films were never realized. His father, a Unitarian Minister, died of stomach cancer in Em- erson graduated from Harvard Divinty School and followed his father into the ministry in He married eighteen-year-old Ellen Tucker in September of that year. Her death, from tuberculosis, less than two years later affected him profoundly, and contributed to the growing skepticism that led to his withdrawal from the ministry several years afterward.

In he moved to Concord, Massachusetts, which would be his home for the rest of his life, and met Lydia Jackson, whom he married the following year. His articulation of his Transcendentalist philosophy and emphasis on individual moral responsibility influenced a number of younger men, most notably Henry David Thoreau. In addition to his highly influential prose works, he published several substantial collec- tions of verse: Poems , May-Day and Other Pieces , and Selected Poems After several years of deterioration of his mental faculties, he died on April 27, , four weeks before his seventy-ninth birthday.

Peter Covino was born in Sturno, Italy, and moved with his family to the United States when he was a child. For ten years he was a social worker in New York City in the fields of foster care and AIDS services, after which he earned a doctorate from the University of Utah, and he is now an associate professor of English and Creative Writing at the University of Rhode Island.

He has also recently completed a translation of the poetry of Dario Bellezza. Out of an unseen quarry evermore Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer Curves his white bastions with projected roof Round every windward stake, or tree, or door. Speeding, the myriad-handed, his wild work So fanciful, so savage, nought cares he For number or proportion.

Da una cava invisibile per sempre fornita di tegole, il feroce artefice incurva i suoi candidi baluardi col tetto proiettato intorno ad ogni piolo sopravento, o albero o porta. To each they offer gifts after his will, Bread, kingdoms, stars, or sky that holds them all. I, in my pleached garden, watched the pomp, Forgot my morning wishes, hastily Took a few herbs and apples, and the Day Turned and departed silent. I, too late, Under her solemn fillet saw the scorn. Troppo tardi scorsi sotto la benda solenne il suo disprezzo. Qui fermarono il tempo i contadini assediati e spararono il colpo udito dal mondo intero.

Brahma If the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings.

The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven; But thou, meek lover of the good! Long era precisa: nuovi edifici e prestigiosi spazi pubblici, degni della capitale di una grande colonia. Lo si vide inoltre impegnato nella liberazione. Il Piano. Il programma appare molto chiaro, ambiente e spazio pubblico, infrastrutture, residenza e produzione. Il cambiamento fu radicale. La nuova zona Industriale 3. Il quartiere europeo del commercio 5. La stazione ferroviaria 6. Nuovi quartieri residenziali 7. La concessione 8. Nuovi ponti ferroviari 9. Nuova promenade residenziale Settore per lo sport La zona dello svaglo.

Particolare del nuovo polo amministrativo disegnato da E. Hebrard su volere esplicito del governatore M. Il lago Tay Ho West Lake 5. Il liceo Albert Serrault 6. Il campo giochi del Liceo 7. La piazza dei ministeri 8. Il club sportivo 9. Per indicare la misura sovrumana del passo di un bianco, le vie e i marciapiedi del quartiere alto erano immensi. E nei viali scorrevano le loro automobili imbottite, sospese in un silenzio impressionante. Tutto era asfaltato, largo, fiancheggiato da marcia-. Innaffiate parecchie volte al giorno, verdi, fiorite quelle vie erano ben tenute, come viali di un immenso giardino zoologico dove le specie rare dei bianchi vegliavano su se stesse.

Il centro del quartiere alto era il loro vero santuario. Il museo Finot esempio del relativismo formale nel linguaggio architettonico introdotto da E. Il quartiere autoctono delle 36 strade, luogo nevralgico degli scambi commerciali, altamente denso e brulicante, fu giudicato da Hebrard un luogo insalubre. Ripresa talvolta dai suoi successori che cercarono di applicare per parti le numerose proposte di un intenso quinquennio.

Paesaggio Polare. La codificazione diretta della politica coloniale associativa, in termini di disegno urbano, si traduceva nella realizzazione di insediamenti Un cordon sanitaire, generalmente nella veste di un grande parco urbano, separava i due mondi, il vegetale come soglia. Le Lyauteyville erano due mondi separati difficilmente conciliabili.

Senza una ispezione accurata del sito si produrrebbe un piano il cui disegno sarebbe una reminiscenza delle geometrie architettoniche rinascimentali Bonsai City I. Oltre a progettare edifici pubblici, E. Non tanto per i principi con cui fu disegnata, ma per il gusto estetico neoclassico oramai superato. Incalzato dai nuovi eserciti delle avanguardie, il ritiro fu assicurato, difendendo metro per metro il terreno tanto faticosamente conquistato e garantendosi una possibile via di fuga.

Il colpo di grazia fu direttamente assestato da Le Corbusier. Nel , anno in cui E. Edificio esistente del Bit 2. Nuova soluzione per il palazzo esistente del SdN 3. Mundaneum 4. Stazione TSF 6. Aereoporto 7. Snodo 8. Imbarcadero 9. Villa ariana Stadio e centro sportivo Chiusa del Rodano Nuclei storici esistenti Ginevra e stazione Strada di Francia per il col del la Faucille Nuovo ponte delle nazioni. Le terrazze si estendono su prati e gli edifici sono avvolti dai boschi.

Si ritrovavano inoltre tutti gli elementi urbani, come la pista delle corse, lo stadio e molte altre funzioni annesse che allora, come oggi, organizzavano il tempo libero dei cittadini. Il grattacielo cartesiano immerso nel verde, oggi un concetto diventato ubiquo o globale. Quando cade il crepuscolo il vetro dei grattacieli sembra infiammarsi. Sia la versione di Hebrard che quella di Le Corbusier seguirono il medesimo destino.

Ecco quindi che i suoi disegni di architettura, come pezzi di corpi, sopravviveranno congelati fino ai nostri giorni, subendo un processo revisionista e assumendo forme dal sapore distopico nei modelli applicati al presente. Dopo Bordeaux e Marsiglia, il picco della fiera delle colonie venne raggiunto nella capitale. Centodieci ettari di superficie, suddivisi tra le nazioni partecipanti , non molte per il vero, come Italia, Portogallo, Olanda, Belgio e Stati Uniti.

Il parco era articolato in quattro sezioni. Infine, sulla sponda opposta del lago, si collocavano gli altri padiglioni delle nazioni partecipanti. Monito, non troppo celato, che solo il potere delle armi poteva mantenere unito e pacificato il sistema coloniale. Il gioiello della colonizzazione francese, tra palazzi, templi e padiglioni occupava da sola un decimo dello spazio disponibile. La simulazione delle architetture locali non era sufficiente, ogni padiglione era letteralmente animato dalle popolazioni autoctone. Riti tribali, processioni religiose, danze indigene, manifestazioni folkloristiche, cucine tipiche e drink esotici dalla mattina alla sera per sette lunghi mesi, una specie di Disneyland antropologica nel cuore di Parigi.

Un teatro delle ombre In giorni furono venduti circa trentatre milioni di biglietti. Ankor-Wat stroboscopico. La fedele riproduzione in acciaio e cemento del magnifico complesso situato in Cambogia. Nella wonderland delle Colonie, dove tutti i mondi etnici erano possibili, apparve per la prima volta nel padiglione del Tonkino, un lavoro di indagine molto meticoloso sul Delta del Fiume Rosso, eseguito da un allora sconosciuto geografo di nome Pierre Gourou.

Inquietante analogia con il presente. Preservando le tradizioni dei villaggi e le tecniche dei contadini, il sistema ecologico sarebbe rimasto intatto. La commissione Guernut. Eco town del Presente? Il problema agricolo era una polveriera sotto molti punti di vista. Gourou lo sapeva bene. Non era estraneo al sotterraneo movimento di liberazione vietnamita. Una questione Aperta. Agli antipodi di Metrorurale. Il periodo euforico della Ville Nouvelle, sembrava definitivamente terminato. Ad est, il disegno delle strade fu regolarizzato in una nuova maglia viaria, mentre il fulcro del quartiere era costituito da una piccola piazza giardino.

Il progetto rimase in gran parte sulla carta, salvo per il parco ed il nuovo lago, che durante il periodo sovietico diventarono il primo esperimento di parco collettivo autocostruito. Pioggia di edifici II. Il governatore generale Decoux, desideroso di mostrare i progressi fatti nella sua Indocina, spinse Cerutti e Pineau a mantenersi al passo con le nuove correnti architettoniche ed urbanistiche della madre Patria.

Succursale della banca di Indocina, si noti la sezione delle volte e dei lucernari per garantirne la ventilazione naturale degli ampi spazi interni. In alto a destra compare anche la sezione del soppalco che ospitava gli uffici. Apparve chiaro fin da subito che il disegno ricalcava le linee guida del piano stilato in precedenza da E. Una incerta previsione. Aveva capito che oltre Il quartiere Bau May secondo il disegno di Pineau. Una sorta di ricetta urbana ad orologeria. Occasione perduta. Luis George Pineau non era uno sprovveduto.

Aveva ricevuto un ottima educazione, studiando a Parigi e ad Harvard. Pineau inoltre, aveva curato per la famosa expo coloniale del , la riproduzione di una piccola via del quartiere storico di Hanoi63, posizionata vicino al padiglione del Tonkino, dove Pierre Gourou espose i suoi studi sulle popolazioni del Delta. Pineau, invece, era troppo concentrato su dettagli tecnici, gestionali ed estetici. Altre Latitudini. Abbandonati a loro stessi e tagliati fuori dal mondo, si arrangiarono come poterono, continuando a disseminare edifici ed infrastrutture nel vecchio disegno proposto da E.

Infrastruttura di trasporto 2. Fascia di rispetto 3. Settore pubblico e commerciale 4. Insediamenti residenziali 5. Settore agricolo. Una successione infinita di insediamenti regolari e strisce di servizi erano intervallate da enormi spazi verdi, talvolta coltivati o semplicemente selvaggi. Il tutto tenuto insieme dalla potente infrastruttura centrale, che organizzava e distribuiva il flusso continuo dei veicoli.

Natura e paesaggio. La genesi del modello americano della viletta singola e del sistema dei cul de sac che oggi si ritrova in molte nuove lottizzazioni nel territorio di Hanoi. Gli insediamenti erano un sistema astratto che poteva adattarsi in ogni luogo o regione, inglobando il paesaggio naturale o artificiale che fosse, modellandosi in base alla topografia e alle risorse della regione. Gli alberi ed i cespugli nascondevano le casette, mentre le torri sorgevano sovrastando le masse arboree.

Lo svago coincideva con la produzione di beni provenienti dal lavoro della terra e non era strettamente vincolato a luoghi o ad edifici con particolari funzioni. Una specie di part-time farmer. Appariva come una combinazione di un sistema aperto di autostrade e strutture chiuse a lisca di pesce. Intersezioni e spigoli vivi venivano soppiantati dal sistema delle rotatorie, che conducevano ai cul-de-sac delle villette a schiera. Case, commercio, parcheggi e aree ricreative erano separati da chiare zone di demarcazione. La zona amministrativa e commerciale fronteggiava i grappoli di residenze.

Metodo Struttura di disseminazione territoriale. Per Hilberseimer la valutazione speculativa era fondamentale. Non era sufficiente ottenere informazioni aggiornate per progettare: il suo era un approccio critico-storico. Il fu un anno cruciale. La campagna di pacificazione non era mai pienamente riuscita e la ribellione covava segretamente. Un contributo inconsapevole ma fondamentale alla.

Al numero cinque di Ham Long Street, in una piccola casa a due piani del quartiere francese, nel maggio del , fu scritto il manifesto provvisorio del Partito Comunista Vietnamita74, mentre E. Hebrard lasciava per sempre Hanoi. Periodo giapponese. Lo scambio di informazioni tra il governo di Parigi e le amministrazioni coloniali fu limitato ad un semplice scambio di telegrammi. Rispetto ad altre latitudini, come la cruenta conquista della Cina, la dominazione Giapponese fu quasi indolore. Il rapporto tra i due stati era di mutua assistenza. Ironia della sorte: uno dei volantini americani che invitavano gentilmente la popolazione civile a non vivere vicino ad obbiettivi militari.

In questi cinque anni di guerra, Hanoi fu solo sfiorata dal conflitto mondiale. Vista la vicinanza strategia con la stazione ferroviaria, fu prontamente occupato dalla truppe giapponesi, ed utilizzato come caserma. Il palazzo delle esposizione internazionale del ,poi Museo M. Le vie cambiarono nome e per la prima volta la toponomastica francese venne cancellata per essere sostituita dalla lingua locale Nel vuoto di potere lasciato dai francesi e dalla definitiva sconfitta del.

Sol Levante, Ho Chi Minh ebbe finalmente un chance per agire. Gli alleati, i futuri cinque membri permanenti delle Nazioni Unite, stabilirono che la Francia dovesse ritornare in possesso dei territori perduti. Una politica esattamente opposta rispetto al Commonwealth inglese. Un paesaggio in scacco. I Giapponesi a loro tempo avevano prosciugato le scorte di riso ed i rifornimenti dalle campagne erano scarsi per via dei bombardamenti alleati alle infrastrutture di trasporto.

Il primo partner commerciale degli ultimi 5 anni si era sgretolato con la fine della seconda guerra mondiale. I combattimenti strada per strada, tra le forze rivoluzionarie francesi e il movimento rivoluzionario furono durissimi. Una fluttuazione impressionante.

Bonsai city II. Un articolo apparso nel Marzo del scritto da A. Un tessuto tipo che Hanoi conosce fin troppo bene. Il proliferare di migliaia di abitazioni illegali ebbe come effetto la completa scomparsa delle sponde del fiume,creando una specie di barriera artificiale Durante le soventi inondazioni capita di vedere le persone che navigano sulla linea di galleggiamento dei secondi piani delle residenze. Hanoi venne chiusa in una stretta sacca di resistenza. Gli accordi di Ginevra del 21 luglio sancirono un armistizio permanente e divisero in due il paese.

Il concorso prevedeva infatti aree attrezzate con sanatori, lontani dal rumore, case di riposo ed alberghi, parchi, viali, impianti sportivi, stadi, teatri e piscine. Ladovsky, D. Friedman, K. Melnikov e M. Tutte e quattro le proposte si concentrarono sul potenziale valore delle infrastrutture come matrici di una nuova forma di organizzazione territoriale.

Nonostante il comune punto di partenza le proposte furono molto differenti. Tutto era produzione persino il sonno. Sulla grande fascia anulare, Melnikov dispose le grandi strutture alberghiere per il riposo ed il recupero dello spirito. Sistema idraulico del fiume Skalba b. Sistema idraulico del fiume Vjaz. Gli edifici chiamati alberghi di zona costituivano mega strutture per la vita collettiva.

Cellule disegnate e pensate per il nuovo stile socialista. Il grande albergo centrale si dotava di servizi, spazi comuni e di una grande mensa in cui potevano mangiare contemporaneamente fino a persone. Ginzburg e Michail Barsc con la consulenza di M. Okhitovic, per le questioni macro-economiche 4. R pompaggio acque G centrale per la preparazione degli alimenti e la loro distribuzione.

Tutte le funzioni erano organizzate in base ai tracciati delle infrastrutture. Gli insediamenti suggeriti dal piano, posti in corrispondenza delle fabbriche, si articolavano in costruzioni quali alberghi, strutture pubbliche o edifici di residenza comune. Inoltre fu anche proposta la cellula base dello sviluppo socialista, un modulo smontabile e trasportabile di dodici metri quadrati. Agli antipodi del nomadismo radicale. Ottime per passare il fine settimana.

La furia moderna. Il concorso alla fine fu vinto dalla struttura dinamica di Ladovsky e ai quatto concorrenti fu comunque concesso di costruire alcuni dei loro prototipi. Le nuove espansioni vennero agganciate ai tessuti preesistenti e fu indicato il lago Tay Ho West Lake come nuovo centro geografico,designandolo ad area ecologica proposta che risaliva ai tempi di Hebrard.

Budnik e P. Kuznetsov, con il nome di Istituto Politecnico di Hanoi Sostegno dello sviluppo e delle infrastrutture, produzione di massa sul modello socialista, creazione di una coscienza collettiva e valorizzazione del proletariato urbano e rurale. Squat Coloniale. I piani di sviluppo urbano si erano schiantati come aerei in stallo e furono realizzati per parti esigue o totalmente sopraffatti dalle circostanze. Nonostante la tremenda sfortuna di quei disegni tanto precisi quanto irrealizzabili, il cui destino era sospeso in un limbo oscuro, le loro caratteristiche genetiche riemersero col passare degli anni.

Un borbottio di fondo persino piacevole. Original Soviet. La decentralizzazione pare fu applicata per ragioni strategiche: in caso di aggressione straniera Hanoi avrebbe subito una minore pressione. Il modello appariva uno strano ibrido tra il progetto di Ginzburg e Melnikov, forme di disurbanismo centralizzato. Il progetto non venne mai totalmente realizzato. La tabula rasa come progetto di rinascita. Nel disegno del per Pechino il centro storico veniva raso al suolo per lasciare spazio ad una maglia regolare simile alla griglia di Manhattan. Il motore era la scala regionale, come nel caso di Pechino, in cui avvenne una disseminazione funzionale, una forma massiva di disegno regionale, tenuto insieme da una poderosa infrastruttura che legava abitare, produzione agricola ed industriale.

Zona residenziale e di edifici pubblici 2. Funzioni produttive e di servizio 3. Zone protette 4. Corridoi ecologici 5. Aree di futura espansione. Nel fu invitato alla conferenza internazionale degli studenti di architettura a Mosca, come presidente del movimento degli studenti di sinistra del Giappone. AgriCitta II. Il risultato fu una piattaforma di cinquecento per cinquecento metri, sollevata da terra di circa quattro metri: una struttura in calcestruzzo armato che liberava il suolo per la produzione agricola.

Nel blocco centrale erano situati i servizi pubblici, la scuola elementare, un santuario ed un piccolo tempio. Il progetto di K. La tragica guerra del Vietnam era cominciata. Praticamente due tonnellate ogni minuto per 3 anni consecutivi Specie quelli rotondi, a fil di terra, per una persona sola. Sembrano bare cilindriche, con il coperchio a lato, e bucano i marciapiedi come piccoli crateri lunari. Bisogna fare attenzione a non caderci dentro e il trabocchetto ti attende ogni cinquanta centimetri. Una parte essenziale del sistema difensivo di Hanoi.

Ironia della sorte, esattamente un secolo prima, Francis Garnier aveva sanguinosamente conquistato la cittadella imperiale di Hanoi. Era la fine del conflitto. Dopo la definitiva caduta di Saigon nel , il paese era finalmente unito. La strana coppia. Dushkin una delle sette sorelle di Mosca in piazza Lermontov I due professionisti erano delle vere e proprie archistar del regime comunista.

Un gigantesco edificio su pilotis, un ettaro di superficie sviluppata dalla pianta quadrata di cento per cento metri. Il disegno degli spazi pubblici monumentali era una pratica prestigiosa tra gli architetti del regime comunista Hebrard, il luogo della dichiarazione di indipendenza del Nord Vietnam nel Sia Mao Tse Tsung che Ho Chi minh furono legati dallo stesso destino, entrambi volevano farsi cremare per disperdere le proprie ceneri nella terra tanto amata: il risultato fu che ambedue finirono in un Mausoleo.

Scacchiera Ngyuen Ngoc Chan. Il progettto della nazione Vietnamita riparte dalla costruzione dello spazio pubblico monumetale. Dove il livello russo si sovrappone a quello francese. Mausoleo di Ho Chi Minh 2. Tappeto erboso 3. Monumento al milite ignoto 5. La cittadella 6. Il museo della guerra 7. La statua di Lenin 8. Centro sportivo 9. Il museo della guerra di liberazione La ricostruzione della Pagoda di un solo pilastro I resti del Liceo A. La pianta era molto semplice e si ispirava al celebre Museo di Lenin di Ulyanovsk.

Grandi colonne di marmo sorreggevano un copertura rivestita da fogli di acciaio, resa curva per richiamare le architetture tradizionali vietnamite. Una fantastica astronave celebrativa decorata con i classici riccioli quadrati dello stile indocinese. Il progetto fu ovviamente disegnato dallo specialista Isakovich e realizzato dallo scultore A. Tyurentov Il monumento ai caduti francese. Al margine del quartiere era posto un centro commerciale.

Una sorta di prototipo per un quartiere autarchico. Lo schema comparativo tra il disegno di Perry e lo schema sovietico dei Microrayon. Spina Dorsale. Nero su bianco. Infrastrutture viarie e produttive. Il progetto prevedeva una crescita a gradi. Venne ripreso il concetto lanciato da Antynov nel piano e fu quindi messo in relazione con il centro monumentale di Ba Dinh, allora in costruzione. Il progetto era fantastico, peccato fosse basato sulla totale incomprensione della storia di Hanoi e della sua demografia.

Negli anni successivi fu sviluppato uno studio per differenti tipologie di alloggio modulare, attraverso la costituzione di cinque tipi di cellule abitative duplex sovrapposte , con corridoio interno, che presentavano alcune varianti distributive, definite in base agli indici legali minimi di superficie. La diatriba tra LeCorbusier e M.

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Il Narkomfin fu un orfano prematuro, praticamente nato morto. Io credo che questi compagni abbiano realizzato per conto loro che le posizioni che avevano adottato erano sbagliate. Adesso penso che sia chiaro a tutti che bisogna procedere verso un cammino progressista. Thanh Xuan Bac durante la sua costruzione. In primo piano la struttura che ospita la scuola ed alcuni servizi pubblici di quartiere. La superficie per ogni persona andava dai quattro ai sei metri quadrati ed erano concepiti per ospitare mediamente dai quattro ai diecimila abitanti.

Anche la distribuzione dei servizi interni, come le scuole e le altre funzioni pubbliche accessorie, erano sufficientemente calibrate. Simile per significato al fenomeno della Bonsai City, sugli edifici incominciarono ad apparire verande, aggetti, stanze a sbalzo, superfetazioni di ogni dimensione e genere, da 0. A livello del suolo invece i negozi si espansero, occupando buona parte delle piastre dedicate agli spazi pubblici. Tra il e il , il prodotto interno lordo era cresciuto solo del 3.

Il risultato fu una crisi spaventosa. Nello stesso anno con la morte di Le Duan, leader storico, braccio economico del partito e successore spirituale delle zio Ho, venne convocato il sesto congresso del partito che elesse il nuovo leader riformista Ngyuen Van Linh. Tre anni dopo cadde il muro di Berlino.

La galassia sovietica era definitivamente in frantumi. Hanoi ed il Vietnam erano finalmente soli. Regalata dai francesi in occasione del centenario della dichiarazione di indipendenza americana, fu inaugurata il 28 ottobre Logan S. Ledent J. Charbonneau, F. Hau eds. Rochester S. Annapolis, Maryland: Naval Institute Press, , pp.

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