Antonio G. There are fish-cultural projects that mean more than they wanted. Not because we have reached the heights of Ungaretti, Pound, Eliot, but because, however good the product, which gives rise to the idea is better. It is Raud. Explosions from the periphery we speak. A pirate book, a little 'ghost, which is located on the stock of its authors, in fotocopisterie where they should not even enter the text now out of print. It is a book sui generis, especially because it was written by many hands - there are about twelve, being able-bodied six authors - by a group a bit 'stray friends, all (or almost) gravitating around the Faculty of Philosophy and Letters of Catania. And it is good that the former Benedictine monastery is, from time to time, something culturally valid. There is still Step1, but need an answer from the "student body" is not organized. First was the Millantastorie, whose core foundation launched the Maori publishing houses, beautiful expression of desire for culture and publishing, which pulls into town.
Now, circulating among them nugette the wide corridors of the monastery, Francesco Buscemi, David Pappalardo, Alessandro Puglisi, Fabio Stancanelli, Salvatore Zappalà and Emiliano Vecchio wants to revive the glories of the past. And what they wrote if they are also self-produced. And they are also made for himself the final products, the best piece (read it and you'll understand). However, the excellent cover that leaves no regret and editing expertise of a publishing house, they should not deceive: Raud, rather than the explosion, it is the result. Because the verses and the prose tells of a generation that has no place to live, they are the openings of the nonsense currently empty. They tell of a youth who does not know how to find yourself, lost in the flow of life that can no longer understand. The mannerism of some parts is justified by the thickness of other, so that some things would have deserved much more public.
If you happen to be able to buy Raud and "light" one, you may find yourself disgusted with Stancanelli Sartre and not at the park, closed in debating the meaning of life with your thoughts, but in a neutral box of sounds and video ( an airport, perhaps?), to be so sure of what it means to live, to know that this clip can not be what you want. Or maybe you will feel Catania who lives at night, a beer and chat with many being Zappalà Emiliano Mancini. But to understand these
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;sei authors seeking personaggi>> that what you have to look for you, this \u0026lt;\u0026lt;disperato need concretezza>> that we can count slowly - or maybe we lose? - Haunts us in everyday life, poised between escape and return, and most of the time it remains, however, poised between past and future. And then weep when the pitcher is broken and pieces of memories of life \u0026lt;\u0026lt;si spread as monete>>. You'll want something more: a life as essential as the body knows how to be described by Alessandro Puglisi, and that David Pappalardo, in his ironic piece (Pornogiustizia) describes the loneliness of a ridiculous (even physically) that will not accept.
The essential it is called, instead, through an embrace. And this is not an illusion. The illusion is young people who enslaves be aesthetic, as he writes brilliantly Salvatore Vecchio. And the man with the card - the first of the party, and now that the Billionaire. To this life that crashed in the morning with its Cayenne Iodine Francesco Buscemi writes, but does not think of a sermon: Iodine is not only contempt for the new dogma of fun (I-hate), but also its opposite, also prayer that sterilizes the anger \u0026lt;\u0026lt;di those who do not ask 10 euro more because they see their mother every day of the sweat padri>>.
Raud This is: a real product of a reality in the balance between that song that you live and what you would want to live. And here, in this play between past and future, which is the figure moral work. Of course, if you can not go beyond appearances (and perhaps even the authors, when they cease to be inspired, they would know it), merely to accept or reject an apparent libertarian individualism. But as a young man who is suffering from a bud of truth that can not decide to erupt. And it is this truth that complaint - perhaps even with little conscience - the contradictions and hypocrisies of modern melted, the best result for Raud.
Published on January 15, 2011 www.cataniapolitica.it
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