SHAPE SHOP SHOT SHAKE ... SHARK!
" We Shape Our cities and each April THEY shape us" (Churchill) . Nondimeno, " the form of a city changing faster .... the heart of a mortal" (Baudelaire). Sì, Diamo forma alle città ours, our neighborhoods, our homes, our 'things' ... and then they shape us, we conform, deform us.
Form follows failure. Yes, by our failure is that (de) generates the form and content of our lives. Often alleged failures (a failure does not mean the failure: every difficulty is an opportunity - repetita iuvant ) condition us. And how now, after Hillman (and more), all (or almost) know: it is not digging the well in the past that 'cures' and it starts to 'fly'. From well you pull out only death ... If you want the life you have to 'change channel'.
"Cities are moods, emotional states and moods." With or without John Steinbeck and Saul Bellow. City to be abandoned, but to where? "When you leave New York you is not going nowhere." Yet "Living in New York is never easy" (and not even leaving ). Live and let live. Waking, sleeping or being rem, New York is absolutely a living, even if "see New York and then you die ..." And Lorenzo, although never as a glimpse into the existential (a glimpse of life authentic ) wanted to live, you did 'take' from the macro eddy-metropolitan (and its jargon). Garbage disposal by the vortex, from melting of bodies and souls from the laboratory alchemy. Reading from New York. biblical city. As the Bible: you can reread countless times and each time discover a new meaning. Seventy senses. City forge a future workshop charming. And this? The sun skids on the walls of glass, brick walls that become red-faced ... New York City, ruby, crystal and porcelain (Chinese). Heaven, hell, purgatory ... (limbo was out of fashion). Chiasso general silence among individuals. The music? From the beginning, Emerson, Lake and Palmer. So he felt (as summary), the 'sound' of the metropolis in that particular state of mind (at Emerson, not the pop-singer, but Ralph Waldo, always him, the philosopher of 'becoming', that for which " men's prayers are a disease of the will and creeds a disease of the intellect " ). Yes, this is a prelude nuiorchese. A little 'dawn of Pugnochiuso a bit' nights in Cairo. A disease and a prayer. But he was now in convalescence. And once healed, would live on the other: architecture, perhaps a prayer ... (from Raindrops in Jericoacoara ).
Architecture, prayer ... The sun skids on the walls, the general noise silences between individual ... The environment is both "bottom undefined, shapeless, space 'void' to 'fill' (with elements 'authentic') and "institution pervaded by forces generated by the objects' interacting with those produced by the environment. And the space between full and empty spaces there are gaps, the 'negative space'. It is the latter - the'inframondo '( mitwelt ) - to generate the' pattern 'total, or the functional organization of the city and man. L ' holos, the whole, greater than the sum of the parts (at least in the cities' organic'), is able to meet the target 'cities' or' man '. The city man : the macro and micro ( above and below . Talvolta, infradito…), la forma e la funzione che, unite, costituiscono l’organismo ‘città’ e l’organismo ‘uomo’.
La forme d'une ville… Sì, il cuore della città cambia più velocemente di quello dell’uomo. Le città mutano, invecchiano, fanno le grinze, subiscono amputazioni, mettono su pancia (e protesi), cercano un’improbabile eterna giovinezza sfoggiando vestiti sgargianti, all’ultima moda, trendy, trash… Qui e là qualche punturina, ma sì… botox a volontà, squarci e ricuciture, omogeneizzazioni, outing, yoghurt, transgenderizzazioni: sì, le città bene o male cambiano (o ci provano), ma lui (o lei…), il cuore dell’uomo, resta lo stesso. Capace, ora come allora, di slanci vitali e di scivolate suicide (e sudice). Eppur ancora fermo all’Adamo della mela e al Caino dei fagiolini. E non solo il sempre-adamo continua a mangiare la mela, ma si è ormai identificato con essa: è diventato un oggetto al servizio degli oggetti. Sempre più ci identifichiamo con e nelle cose, continuamente ci abbassiamo al loro livello e …scivoliamo (su di esse? su di noi? È lo stesso: ormai siamo one with things. We have become a prosthesis of the phone ...). Malgré tout, there is still life on earth! Yes, Deo gratias (free sine gratia gratia non est ... ), there is always more who, after the intoxication of Italy to drink, Ithaca wants to return to sip (or not we come in ' was the Spirit? ). Yes, there are those who rebel ... and here comes the fun part: the rebels not have more than one color (but have never been: What was the - Guevara - and c’era J ü nger. E poi il Che batte anche a destra...). Insomma, c'è chi vuole disidentificarsi, uscire dalla platitude. Sì, in tempi di omologazione, anche eterologa, c’è chi vuole uscire dal coro, vuole fare outing (non che nel passato ci fossero più voci dissonanti: sì, c’era la pizzica, ma solo per i tarantolati; gli altri erano delle comuni lucertole. Poi c’è stato Re lucertola – Jim Morrison – ma non è che le cose siano andate meglio…). Ma per fare coming out occorre aprire la porta. E per i più timidi… passare sotto la soglia.
Per volare in alto l’ala si deve abbassare… Ultimamente forse abbiamo alzato troppo le ali… E come si sa, un battito d’ali ad Avetrana ha scatenato un cataclisma mediatico da Bressanone a Milazzo. Ma non è stato un battito d’ali: solo battiti (prima battiti live, poi ‘battipanni’: battute, botte, solo battiti… poi sempre meno, poi più nulla…). Le ali si sono spezzate, sono state mozzate. De profundis te clamo… In cantina, nel pozzo, in the cut. Cunto de li cunti , you can exit from the moat? Or change the channel? Yes, we are in the era of 'anything is possible'. Simply touch the bottom (if you did not, get you the last push, but then, with all the rage as possible, to Osborne, you have to re-decide, you back ... possibly until after forty days ... By the way , go to my post on December 3, 2008 number forty-one, in Decline of the West - Dawn of the East (the messianic, not Masonic) . Techniques to exit the pit there are many, but do not teach them: in this regard, as I talk about it often ( e qui passo dalla città agli stati d'animo: ma siamo lì... ), la PNL ha potenzialità eccezionali: tecniche come quelle (pardon per l’ argot ) dell’ ancoraggio, dello swish, dello squash, del reframing, della time-line , danno all’individuo ‘depotenziato’ (e chi in un certo senso non lo è?) quell’ ego-drive capace di farlo catapultare dal girone ‘infernale’ al cosmodromo 'edenico' (un odeon in cui non si è solo spettatori, ma attori e registi).
Sono arrivato al pit-stop. Al the next post in the next step. Stop and go. The pen continues to pull ... U know ... writing to survive (in the words of the Crown. Fabrizio not - and I do not say envy, or of Fabri, already gets better, Belen - but Mauro: Yes, Mauro Corona, one of the ancient forest ). And above all, to myself ... flame (without the end of the high Michelstaedter or the 'minimum' zi 'Mich).
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