Thursday, March 17, 2011

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Clown and poetry at the Teatro Verdi in Florence, the first Italian leg of the tour by Slava Polulin


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Slava Polulin , the world's most famous clown, he returned to Italy after four years with his Slava's Snowshow, described by critics as a classic of the theater of the twentieth century. The Italian tour started from Florence (where he remained until March 20), will continue to Naples (22-27 March, Teatro Bellini), Padova (March 30-April 3, Gran Teatro Geox) and Lugano (5-10 April, Theatre the citadel). A good opportunity for the Italian public to see a show that experts call full of a "poetry awkward and touching. "This show, which since 1993 does not cease to move and evolve, arrives with his mysterious charge, with his magical world that generates itself from the world of fairy tales and dreams. A kingdom of fantasy that impresses with pictures , spectacular, colors and sounds, the hand of the minds and puts them on a whirling carousel in the balance between comedy and tragedy, between laughter and emotion.

protagonist of this clown is permormance Asisyai, the most famous clown Slava; suit work soft yellow and red shoes, this moving figure includes various elements of the great masters of mimicry: a Leonid Engibarov clowns, pantomime Marcel Marceau to the film by Charlie Chaplin. How every great artist, Slava draws from the masters to find its own form and this finds its expression in Asisyai clown. A character that will bring the viewer back to the days of childhood, when still a snowflake knew amazement and wonder. And the snow will be the central element, the common thread that binds all its parts:

" snow is a beautiful picture for me, like a wedding dress, white as a sheet when an artist begins to draw . But it also fills me with fear and horror, cold and death "Slava says the same. Men

bizarre, no one knows where it ends and where the man starts the clown, which one is more true. Aisisyai and Slava combine to conform to a single figure, identity, form. And life itself seems like a fairy tale by Slava Polunin unreal, a dream perennial, the story of a fictional character, a projection of our lost childhood. Born in Russia and raised in a pristine environment, he spent his childhood in the midst of forests, fields and rivers. He fed his imagination into a realm far removed from our fees. Thanks to television and the cinema has known the art of the great clowns and mimes, and this became his dream and at 17 he moved to St. Petersburg with the intention of studying engineering. In reality, a fairy tale wishes, he enrolled in a school of mime to become a leading representative nel mondo. L'obiettivo dichiarato è quello di portare il clown nel 21esimo secolo, trasferendolo dal mondo circense a quello del teatro. E' ciò che fa ed è riuscito a fare,continuando ad emozionare migliaia di famiglie del mondo: se non è una favola, poco ci manca.

ps. lo spettacolo non è consigliato per bambini al di sotto degli 8 anni.

Date Tournèe italiana:

* 15 - 20 marzo 2011
FIRENZE - TEATRO VERDI
www.teatroverdionline.it
* 22 - 27 marzo 2011
NAPOLI - TEATRO BELLINI
www.teatrobellini.it
* 30 marzo - 3 aprile 2011
PADOVA - GRAN TEATRO GEOX
www.granteatrogeox.com
* 5 - 10 aprile 2011
LUGANO - TEATRO CITADEL
www.luganoinscena.ch

Tour organized by the Italian in ATER collaboration with Slava and Gwenael Allan
info@slavasnowshow.it
tel.: + +39059 340 221
fax: + +35059 342 802



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Any offer for other Italian dates will be added later.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

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Waiting for my first Peter Brook: Reflections on the theater.

Peter Brook returns to Rome and for many it will be the first time. The master now has 85 years, too many to lose poterselo. There are those who have never seen but has only heard about. He watched videos, read articles, listened to teachers name a maximum and insights. Yet so close there was never, now, the teacher is there to a foot from your nose, as the years go by, and (sorry to say) that time may not be repeated. We who have missed so many great and that one looks to the theater in the dark years of the crisis in the years when television seems to seize the imagination of the artistic genius, years of entertainment and disposable. We that, today, we decided to study and we love the theater of fools. Some died before we could find our first stop on a stage, there remains the biography, writings, video clips. By Peter Brook other hand, we still have a chance to see up close, to tell it, to try and save a piece of theater history. Because the theater is an art that you eat mainly live, that is consumed immediately and not play, is a painting, a book lives and multiplies, as well as film. The theater is living one night, and although today's technology allows us to take it back and store it, died with the closing of the curtain. It's nice to be we live, for once, before the staging of a master. Then, what will become of us, the theater, the old master? There will be a new teacher or we will all be swallowed up by the screen? Is there room in the auditorium, the room does not fill us and sweat behind the red cloth, looking forward, hoping not to die with him, not to stop him. We still want to drama, even if the disposable wants to stop us, though, the events seem to be unfavorable, we want more. Want. Because that's what makes us love the theater: the ability to continue even against the evidence of reality. Will close the theaters, but there will be roads, arrest us but we will always have the body and voice to scream our disappointment, our isolated world view, to communicate, to collect a soul from the earth and bring unhappy with us on our palm. The theater does not die, because there exists the body. He does not need electricity, breathing human heartbeats, sweats and trembles as he sweats and trembles a human being, and while there will be a man who sweats and trembles live theater. Always, and beyond places and governments.

wanted to be an article on the performance of Peter Brook, has become an outlet, a manifesto of love given to these pages. Today, hardly pronounce the word the word Theatre Fus I attack my personal manifesto, because there are realities that can survive only with the strength of his art. From allocated. It should
Alessandro

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on the show: Peter Brook will be staged at the Teatro Eutheca (European Union Academy of Theatre and Cinema) in Rome March 15 to 19 with Fragments, a show that brings together five pieces by Samuel Beckett: Rough for Theatre I, Rockabye, Act Without Words I, Neither and Come and go. Others do not because I want to add the name of Brook and Beckett set to apply the ticket, and because, in addition, certain events can also be enjoyed in the dark.


"Beckett was a perfectionist, but you can be a perfectionist without an intuition of perfection? Today, with the passage of time, we see they were the first false definitions on Beckett: desperate, negative, pessimistic. His humor saves him, and us, from the edge and rejects theories and dogmas that have pious consolations, yet his life was a constant, painful search for meaning. Beckett puts human beings, just as he knew them in the darkness. Constantly look through the windows, in themselves, in others, out, sometimes upwards, towards the vast unknown. He shares their uncertainties, their pain. But when Beckett discovers the theater, has presented a chance to fight for unity, a unity in which sound, movement, rhythm, breath and silence merge into a single justice. This was the ruthless request he made to himself - an unattainable goal that has fueled his need for perfection. So he enters the rare passage that connects the ancient greek theater, through Shakespeare, to this day, in a celebration of uncompromising search for truth, strange, terrible, unbelievable ... "

Peter Brook


F ragments
(Rough for Theatre I, Rockabye,
Act Without Words II, and
Neither Come and go)



Texts by Samuel Beckett Directed by Peter Brook & Marie-Hélène Estienne

with Hayley Carmichael, Bruce Myers, Yoshi Oida

Produced by CICT / Theatre des Bouffes du Nord, Paris

Ticket price: 20 € full price; € 15 concession ( www.eutheca.eu www.vivaticket.it )


Sunday, March 13, 2011

What To Do If You Get An Erection In A Dance Belt

A nice (half) Elena Bucci / Mirandolina commander of a ship creaks


Elena Bucci and Marco Sgrosso return to Rome after the successful experiences of the past years, The hostess with Goldoni. The two founders of the Society of Fine Flags and already known to the public of the Teatro di Roma in front of which led Macbeth, Hedda Gabler, back now with this re-reading of the text Goldoni. In a crowded theater, dominated by the presence of many children, the group takes us into the story with clever play of light and shadows, with the sound of a creaking ship - and the crunch that seems to sound the alert to a sudden lunge - and an atmosphere a bit 'dark and faded. is the dangerous bend structures which could crumble to lie on our heads, is built on the illusion of happiness and wealth to haunt us all passengers of the same ship. Mirandolina is the captain of this ship, where they meet / collide friends / foes bitterly disputing a heart that uses them to carry on the beloved inn. The Mirandolina Elena Bucci is a woman who uses his puppets with delight, we test an almost sexual pleasure, knows what he wants, does not give the independence of his heart to a man master sway sensuously weaving plots and unscrupulous never slaves. He knows he is not having to sell to the riches of wealthy men and in a ruthless game picks up in the handle and ruin his reputation. is probably the woman who would take in this reality sinks, dominated by men who are too overwhelmed by their cravings, by their own interests. this is the hidden message in fun events inherited by the innkeeper Goldoni, and this is what the company wanted to convey to us the public. So we read the director's notes: "As we have lost by sacrificing a feminine world view in favor of the masculine view of the world?"

The system and staging are very effective, Mirandolina - often represented with humble femininity - has the power of a resolute woman, sly, and very reminiscent of the Lady Macbeth already interpreted by the same Bucci. Two women apart, but they share a lot, especially in the interpretation and directed by Elena Bucci. Perhaps, too much similarity between the two remains a bit 'of force to the latter interpretation: too much alike, too much like the gestures and expression of feelings, even in similar spaces on the stage win. I would say probably in the interpretation of Lady Macbeth, Hedda Gabler and Mirandolina by Bucci could not see the differences. Moreover, the same director and actress has appeared somewhat subdued, using a warm voice that you try to convey the feelings alive wanted by his direction, but these have often turned off in mid-stalls. Among the comments at the end of the first act someone in the back row has complained of not warn the words of Mirandolina. And I can not confirm that, as the tone of voice was very low and extremely lower than that of the other actors, creating a gradient that was swaying violently the ship on which the actors move. Among others, he was appreciated Gary Cole (The Marquis of Forlipopoli), the protagonist of a test perky and fun. Sparkling also Fabrizio (Roberto Marinelli) who gave a special thanks to the brio Tuscan dialect (the choice is also the director of Bucci vololtà of "dirty" text with the use of dialects). Marco Sgrosso scratching in the role of rude, misogynistic Knight Ripagratta. Belle and balanced forms Dejanira (Daniela Alfonso) and Hortense (Nicoletta Fabbri).
For the rest, the hallmark of the royal Bucci is visible, always very intelligent and charming. Too bad, they can not define this work among their best.

Review by Alessandro
It should be (seen at the Library Theatre Quarticciolo March 12)

Locandiera
Carlo Goldoni

Director: Elena Bucci
Genre: Comedy
Company / Production: CTB Teatro Stabile di Brescia, in collaboration with the Society The Bella Band
Interpreters : Elena Bucci ( Mirandolina ), Marco Sgrosso (The Knight of Ripafratta )
Daniela Alfonso ( Dejanira ), Maurizio Cardillo ( The Count of Albafiorita ), Gary Cole (The Marquis of Forlipopoli ), Nicoletta Fabbri (Hydrangea ), Roberto Marinelli ( Fabrizio )

Date
12 and 13 March at the Theatre Library Quarticciolo (Roma)
29 and March 30 at the Teatro Tor Bella Monaca (Rome) for
other dates Click here





Thursday, March 10, 2011

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Laughter and good theater to the Foundry Arts


A great Pierpaolo De Mejo, with Maris Leonetti and Greta Bellusci, are the protagonists of the arts Foundry of a roaring "Andy and Norman," comedy by Neil Simon. Performed for the first time in 1966 on Broadway, the text brilliantly alive in this street almost forgotten Tuscolana, far away from Roman theaters, but no less worthy of appreciation. Norman (P. De Mejo) and Andy (M. Leonetti) are two of the green journalists who founded an independent ecologist magazine. Norman is in charge of writing articles, Andy is the handyman who takes care of the administrative and commercial aspects. The two do not fare too well, there are daily harassed phone calls from Mr. Franklin and the old landlady, with whom Andy organizes extravagant evenings to avoid paying the rent. Things get complicated the arrival of Sophie, a young and beautiful girl in the province, of which Norman falls in love. Here the trouble starts for the rowdy duo, the inevitable misunderstandings between the gags and situations that are likely to fall.

Set in an apartment used as office space, the text requires no abstruse interpretations, therefore, lends itself to a very easy fitting. The brightness, and the necessary harmony of the three actors are, however, essential to the success of a performance like this, the absence of these two elements would result in the disintegration of the whole representation and the irretrievable fall dell'attezione in the audience. The three, however, are just a memory, and have a real volcano in De Mejo of humor, brilliance and energy. he is in my opinion, the actor who stands out more in this evening in which, however, are all distinguished for ability, stage presence and vocal setting. Some phonetic for deburring not yet 26 years old Leonetti, who lost a bit 'when the enamel was to articulate quickly, but this is nothing but a note and does not stain at all the final work, much better. Greta also very good Bellusci changed from being quiet and polite country girl in town neurotic without any loss of energy. Una fortuna per Salvatore Chiosi aver tra le mani questo tris di promettenti attori.

Recensione a cura di Alessandro Giova
(visto a Roma il 9 Marzo 2011)


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ANDY E NORMAN
di Neil Simon

dal 4 al 13 Marzo presso Fonderia delle Arti,
Via Assisi 31, Roma

Regia: SALVATORE CHIOSI
Genere: commedia
Compagnia/Produzione: AREA TEATRO 010
Cast: PIERPAOLO DE MEJO (NORMAN) MARIS LEONETTI (ANDY) GRETA BELLUSCI (SOPHIE)

Biglietti: intero 13 euro, ridotto 10 euro + 2 euro di tessera. Per questo ninth show there are promotions.

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105.

The ugly side of my work - as opposed to what might think most people - is not having to do with the dead, but having to do with the living. Choose the wood for coffins is almost funny, as well as the choice of handles and finishes. Perhaps most disturbing is hearing the same joke about the fact that my work knows no crisis. Ah-ah. What a laugh, eh. Of course I know the crisis, what the fuck you think? Why do you think the city is covered with all-inclusive deals for the funeral? But do my job has some interesting sides. I could write a volume of dynamic psychology, for example, because I've seen so many! Could I become an actor, too. About Me voice against the Musocco here is unmatched. The dead have a lot of positives if you think about it. The most important is without doubt that they are dead and so they thought. What? If I think of death before falling asleep? No, not really, I avoid it. I try not to take work home.

Monday, March 7, 2011

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at night - Lars Gustafsson

(photo: The mirror of Umberto Verdirosi )


Looking outside I see myself imperfect, sometimes even within
guardadomi me am.

***

Like when the night wind and trees along
seem moved by third
which is the thick darkness that is beside you, then your thoughts
retreat.

horizon light of dawn.
there for someone else, far away from you
;
its weak motion is time.

someone wakes up at night,
his heart pounding.
no longer know who is
his name no longer has any meaning.

Lars Gustafsson
from the wealth of the worlds inhabited
Crocetti Editore 2010




Friday, March 4, 2011

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The ghost of a princess (2)

was March, I M'innamoro
choking in the race for the delusions,
the scream tore the green fields,

a ghost came and went with long fingers hesitant to
ticking waiting at the keyboard, ungenerous

clutching a heart that never kissed the palms.
would meet clandestine
I turned to the sky while I implore those fingers
still oblivious to me. And then they dropped
quivering
(sweet innocent white purity
my hands have the same color)
the messages of a knight out of breath.

Ah, I see the troubles of
night too dark to save
from disturbances of reason
Heart, that which was here! What
stolen or what not
given that kiss was colder?
More, of course, the kiss deceived.

Tender light Rapunzel,
now your rays have
form of torture is still not vain
March, early in the morning, and yearn to see him again next
. It should

Alessandro

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Discharge Implantation

104.

The thing was hard to digest, it was obvious. I felt a sharp pain in his right side as soon as I closed the call. Obvious. The doctor told me something about the back and emotional blocks. So much so that I stood with head and stomach in an uproar throughout the morning and there was no way to combine anything. Every action shall not exceed two minutes in length. The thing about the freedom to act, in a sense, something like go into the jungle after ten years at the zoo. As Marty the zebra that wants to take the train to Connecticut. The thing was that the train would have really taken this time. In the evening I km bike, only to reach the center and at least change scenario. Via Torino was empty and unpleasant, as always, the Cathedral unreal, like a play from the fifth stage, two-dimensional and coarse. Turn left to Via Dante. What seemed unbelievable, actually, it was not the thing itself - a story from nothing, of course - but the reaction that I had caused. Idiot I am, clapping his hands on the handlebars and at times took a rail. Idiot and jerk. It took so long to understand? Idiot. A few moments later I was inside the park. The air was cooler than a few degrees and began to not feel the tips of his fingers. Pedalai fast until you reach the other side, the Arch, where I stopped. There were hundreds of kids on the sidewalk, intent on drinking and smoking and to launch sexual references. That's it, nothing more and nothing less. I walked into the room, all crowded. Nail polish with many colors, faces tanned, tight clothes, cell phones that contain entire lives - curious entrust energy of lithium batteries -, full glasses of beer, vodka and tonic, gin and lemon, wine and bad smelling. All came down to this, in fact, everything was a huge and blatant sexual appeal, a large billboard with the word "fuck me now" above a picture of a vagina. There they were two males that shame, here's another one that marks the territory. What was hard to digest all this. Idiot. I went back in the saddle leaving behind the swarm of post-adolescents. Corso Sempione seemed to never end.

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Feltrinelli and Mickey Mouse have competition for the 150 anniversary of the unification of Italy


At the 150th birthday of a united Italy, Feltrinelli Mickey and have a competition for young writers aged 6 to 14 years. The competition "My unit of Italy in 150 words", is to develop a short story in prose, rhyme or journalistic style, length maximum of 150 words, with which you explain what is the unification of Italy and what it means to be Italian for the participant. You can participate alone, with the help of family or with your class. The writings will be sent between February 23 and April 20.
The prizes consist of good La Feltrinelli up to 500 € for one year subscription and Mickey Mouse. The winners will be honored at the Turin Book Fair.

To join just fill out the postcard found in all outlets Feltrinelli, present in numbers of Mickey Mouse by February 23 or can be downloaded at the link shown below. I wish I had another ten years, at least until April 20!



Sunday, February 27, 2011

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The angel of the highways - David Rondoni

(photo: Henri Julien Felix Rouseeau - The Sleeping Gypsy)


He was sitting one night on the guardrail
pitched in light orange
of a great lamp. The fog


wet rancid - -
life, he said,
animal life, as he brushed the massive


caress of trucks that are like dreams on the highway.

I find him more
a gesture that only virgin
that of dawn, said
setting the hands, and cried
idiot.

(I met him a thousand times to return from somewhere

when traveling in his sleep on morartiane

end or tangential vascorossiane
and then break up in burrows, my poor angel

my stubborn and like him - -)
or my life, I repeat and repeat, do not feel the dawn

in bones and joints, but
salt and just the wind that removes
ever, that never subsides.

David Rondoni
The bar time
Ugo Guanda Publisher



Friday, February 25, 2011

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And then find yourself ...



Sometimes books,
seem to really tell us.


(...) From the living room window in the wooden building was seen throughout Libery Street San Francismo burn red and green in the rainy night. Dean made the most ridiculous thing of his career in the few days I spent with them. Grim work which consisted in going from house to house with stacks of brochures and samples chegli gave a representative of a new pressure cooker, and demonstrate how the housewives. The first day was a storm of energy. I walked with him through the city to make appointments. The idea was to be invited to a dinner and at one point jumping up and show how the pressure cooker. "Boys," said Dean excitedly, "this work is even more crazy than I did for Sinah. Sinah sold encyclopedias door to door in Oakland. No one could escape. Fired a long speech, jumped up and down, laughing, crying. Once introduces us to the house of an Okie where everyone was preparing to go to a funeral. Sinah knelt down and began to pray for the salvation of the soul of the deceased. They all cry. He sold a whole lot of encicolopedie. It was the craziest man in the world. I wonder where he is now. We were pretty young daughters to him and down certain palpated in the kitchen. This afternoon I found a woman's delight ... we went in his beautiful kitchen, I put an arm around her shoulders and forward with the demonstration. AH! Ummmm! Fantastico! "
" Keep it up, Dean, "I said." Maybe one day will make you the mayor of San Francisco. "He had prepared a number of pressure cooker all the details in the evening practice was with me and Camille.
One morning the I found naked near the window, watching the sunrise San Francisco. He looked like he wanted to be really charged the mayor of San Francisco one day. But his energies were exhausted. a rainy afternoon came the representative of the pressure cookers , wanted to know where he was kicked out Dean. Dean was lying on the couch.
"Have you tried to sell these pots?"
"No," Dean said, "I have to start another job."
'Well, and what you going to do all these samples? "
"I do not know." In absolute silence the representative took up his pots and sad he left. I was disgusted with everything and everyone, and even Dean. (...)

From the Road by Jack Kerouac




Thursday, February 24, 2011

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103.

Each appliance has its own sound. High frequency, low frequency, intermittent, continuous. The stand-by of the television is a whistle around 10,000 hertz. Do not really feel it. You can tell when you switch it off. The boiler has darker shades, is around 3 kHz. A house - I mean, every house - is suffused with a symphony of sounds. Just stretch your ears. The refrigerator is louder, but is not continuous. Turn on, turn off, turn on, turn off, turn on. The computer is similar to the TV. Change only the color signal stand-by. A district, each district is the sum of many houses, many of the symphonies, of thousands of red lights lit day and night, atonal arrangements. The discharge of water is pretty much on the 300, but I could be wrong. A city is a collection of neighborhoods that are a collection of houses that are a set of sounds. Every city has its matrix, its dominant sound. To all this I was thinking this morning, walking with hands in his pockets and his collar turned up. I thought of the magnificent crescendo of the kettle, the perfect view of the heating pipes, stolen gracefully. I thought the rustling softly in the leaves of ficus in the center of the terraces. At the polyrhythm of walks of people who mix and add to mine. To the explosion of green light. In this orchestra there is room for everyone. There are no files, there are no sections, no podiums, no lights on the lecterns black blacks, no trombone with puzzles a week under the chair. The sun beats time. The night is a crown on a break from the four quarters. But it is only because people are sleeping.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Swollen Rabbit Genital

102.

The sun came shining and hot. We slept until mid morning when we woke up We were smiling and full of energy, despite the almost ten-day walk in the mountains we had left him not a few signs. We resumed the journey, but not before he made light of blueberries lifesaving. The trail ran fast, like a treadmill at the sides of which ran in turn banal images of trees, bushes and mountains. Things to fitness center. Images from Desktop, Swiss stuff, natural paradises that seem fake. He began to mumble a melody absurd, those who used to invent when he was lost in thought. They passed this way two or three hours. Then we began to hear the murmur of the river in the distance. We stopped and looked into his eyes, thinking - is done, we have now! - And reading the same thought in the eyes of others. It was a moment, and immediately began the descent. We held hands and went down very fast, approaching the goal. The muscles, the knees bend slightly, his arms to maintain balance. But the legs are light, the steps do not make noise, a noise almost imperceptible, perhaps, dampen the sounds around you to become inconsistent, which cancel out, the pounding of my heart that you get to the head. We arrived at the river, gasping for breath, and in the blink of an eye we were already shirtless, arms thirsty immersed in water.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Repoed Four Wheelers For Sla

Rails

(photo: Le modèle rouge - René Magritte )

The infinite can not be denied even the dogs, a
repeats, tremendously.
(D. Swifts)

We spent a moment

a clatter of rails

pain.


had seen these eyes shadow
m'avrebbero grabbed
the edges burned

of the heart - not to be late.

I am rather
ghost
open the shell of larva

dimenticata.

Alessandro Giova

Thursday, February 10, 2011

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101.

clasped her hands on her stomach, as was usual when you go to bed. The dinner was excellent and in fact I was slowly slipping towards the bottom with the butt of the chair. At dinner we talked mostly of passing time. We made counts of white hair and that of small ailments. The back, of course, then the teeth, a nasty thick almost continuous to the right flank - appendicitis on arrival - the view that fatigue more quickly, creaking knees and left shoulder which marks the arrival of bad weather. It did not say that in two eighty. Then the discussion took the obvious amarcord fold, with the usual string of holiday stories, tales of travel especially, those facts and those facts together with other mutual friends. The stories evolved from year in years, had come to life now and the players were not nearly as we and our friends, we became fictional characters worthy of a film or a novel. The dinner went off smooth, the wine flowed freely and slowly kneaded there mouths. It was so long that you could not see, but - as always - I recognized every single movement. The clasped hands signify sleep and fatigue. I undid the button of his trousers and ingollai the last sip of brandy. Outside the village slumbered. The impact with the cool air was a pleasant one. We lit a few cigarettes each, during the route that would have brought home.

- In some ways we are our choices, right?

We had carefully avoided the subject and somehow thinks he got away, now that I was there at the gate with the key in the lock. I threw it well, with a low voice that seemed to almost tremble - he was feeling the cold or was it? I sent down a mouthful of saliva, the size of a billiard ball. And I said yes.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Ok Meg Let's Take A Look At That

The anarchist banker of Pessoa at the Teatro Arsenale

Il banchiere anarchico al Teatro Arsenale di Milano dal 1 al 27 febbraio.
Per questo spettacolo Atrapalo offre uno sconto del 25% (15€ invece di 20€)




“Avevamo finito di cenare. Davanti a me il mio amico, il banchiere, grande commerciante e monopolista ragguardevole, fumava […]. Sorridendo, mi rivolsi a lui. «Pensi: alcuni giorni fa mi hanno detto che lei un tempo è stato anarchico». «Non è che lo sia stato: lo sono stato e lo sono. Non sono cambiato a questo riguardo. Sono anarchist. " "This is good! She anarchist! And what is she an anarchist? ... Unless you want to give the word a different way ...». "From the town? No, do not attribute them to him. I use the word in the usual sense. "

Thus begins the banker of the anarchist poet and writer Fernando Pessoa, Portuguese, published for the first time in the journal "Contemporary" in May 1922. The text, written in the form of an interview, is among the most fascinating footage Pessano, a banker told a reporter the choices that led him to pursue a career, "apparently in contradiction with what was said anarchism. The reporter asks if the banker has denied his ideas, but responds with a long argument with which explains why the only way to get rich was to be an anarchist.

"The real evil, only evil, they are social conventions and fictions, that overlap with natural things - everything from money to family, from religion to the state. We are born male or female - I mean, you're born to be, as adults, male or female, not born, low-cost natural law, nor to be the husband or to be rich or poor, as one is not born to be a Catholic or Protestant, or Portuguese or English. "

A compelling argument that, step by step, leads to the decay of false truth and affirmation of the individual charged as the only way to affirm anarchism.

This masterpiece of Portuguese writer must now be staged February 1 to 22 at the Teatro Arsenale of Milan, after the remarkable success of last season. Adapted and directed by Marina Spreafico are claiming on: "I chose Pessoa because, in my opinion, is one of the great writers, one of the 'bright minds' of the twentieth century. Love the paradox, that love you too, because it is a process that reveals the reality of 'the absurd'. A variation of the ancient and timeless Castigat, laughing, mores (punish, with rice, the costumes). So I think this book is a mine of thought and that, in its ruthless relentlessness, open pits on the uses, customs and behavior of today and always (...) The book is a story in dialogue form. I made an adjustment to make it available to a listener, who is someone other than the player. The theme is only apparently paradoxical, since, as argued by Pessoa, a paradox has value only when it is not. The banker then comes from the people: it is a nice guy, attractive and full of humor: what it takes to make a dramatic character.

Spreafico that in his adaptation increases the number of characters from two to three: while Pessoa we see in the text of the dialogue between the journalist and the banker (more like a monologue of the latter), in adaptation of Spreafico witnessing the emergence of a female character: Anarchy is the same, played by Vanessa Korn, who moves and supports the cause of the banker in order to prove its existence. A show to be considered for those fortunate enough to live in Milan and will be able to see it.

Note: I have not lived in Rome can neither see nor to review this show. Anyone who wishes to write a review on this show can do so by sending it to riflessialmargine@gmail.com. Thanks for the contribution that able to give.

1 to 27 February 2011
BANKER THE ANARCHIST
adapted and directed by Marina Spreafico


Mario Ficarazzi, the banker Matthew
Maffezzoli, the journalist
Vanessa Korn, Anarchy
stage space: Massimo Scheurer
costumes Giulia Bonaldi
items: Amber Rinaldo
soundtrack music: Walter Prati
video: Ino Lucia
lights: Piera Rossi
assistant director: Lorraine Nocera
technical assistance: Christian Laface
production: Teatro Arsenale


Thursday, February 3, 2011

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for days waiting for those words. Alice was locked in the house all day, to study, he said. I saw her nod up and down. Every now and was preparing a coffee, strong as ever liked her, repeating the few gestures with painstaking care needed. He opened the pot, empty the filter, we put in the water bottle. He did all this with eyes half-closed, almost asleep. Then press well and closed the coffee mocha with force, using a cloth. And invariably he lit a cigarette with the gas fire. I watched. I pretended to work. The spied, I tended to his ears in agony in order to decipher the sounds coming from her room, the bathroom, the kitchen. Alice had developed a dowry to the limits of magic, not just put out his cigarette under running tap water, coffee begins to rise. That was also the moment when he called me and asked if I wanted a cup. He always did, knowing that I never drink coffee, except on rare occasions. Then she returned to nod, twenty minutes on the couch flipping through a magazine, ten in the bathroom - sitting on the toilet with a piece of toilet paper in hand, I suppose, half an hour at the desk to emphasize random phrases from books to study. I waited for those words for days, I saw them everywhere, I had read, were the words of a poem learned by heart as a child, and was as still and the fog to the steep hills. The letters were mingled as if by magic, they got up in the air and start dancing in the air, in composing sentences, subject and predicate verb. Alice slept all the time. I put my hand over your eyes to not having read.

Monday, January 31, 2011

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There is a games room - David Rondoni

(image: The Therapist René Magritte)

There is an amusement arcade in Cervia
two large dormitories
bare.
machines rely
olds

things like eyes and bow

the colors of the video.
It comes out at night
and the world is never

not ever come true.

David Rondoni
Bar time
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Wednesday, January 26, 2011

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Wednesday, January 19, 2011

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The taverns - Alda Merini

(sin of wine Matthew Linton )

I like the dark recesses of the taverns
dormant
where people culminates in the excess of the song, I like things
blaspheme and read,
and glasses of wine deep,
where the mind rejoices
level of magical thinking.
is too silly to cry over a lost love
malvissuto and unfriendly, the acrid steam
best wine
free,
better intoxication of genie,
best best deaf
the investigation of the smoothness of life, I love
inns
who speak the language
subtle language of Bacchus, and then
inns
there is the name of Charles
written in golden letters.

Alda Merini
by mad, mad, mad with love for you
Bloomsbury Publishing

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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Mystery funny story of a masterpiece Global



Mistero Buffo is undoubtedly one of the most successful of our time. I heard on the radio today that if you make seventy replicas must be considered lucky, this has all the requirements of fortune, from his birth (1969) to date there are over five thousand installations throughout the world. This masterpiece

giullaresco against greed, hypocrisy and corruption, was born from intense research. Dario For - who are already interested in works giullaresche and sacred stories drawn from the apocryphal Gospels, which show a different Jesus than the one found in the synoptic Gospels - picked up in Italy and other countries a vast documentation on the theater and folk songs, medieval which were inspired and matrix of what will be "opera buffa. Another source of inspiration - as told by the same Fo - was the Paduan playwright Angelo Beolco, more commonly known as Ruzzante, who in the sixteenth using a grotesque and vulgar language ridiculed the poetry of the authors of time offering stories from the world's poor farmers. All these have contributed to the emergence of Mistero Buffo, which is the massive use of grammelot , an onomatopoeic language invented by the minstrels of four hundred years ago to give strength theatrical expression.

Initially designed as a show choir with a variety of performers, Mistero Buffo became minstrels told by one actor, namely the jester. The first passages were read at a meeting at the State University of Milan, its success was overwhelming, so much so that an intervention of a few minutes turned into a two hour show. Thus was born, among students meeting of the university, then moved to People's Homes, factories and makeshift theaters on rickety platforms, what later became a great work worldwide. The first script
Mistero Buffo was published in 1969 by co-operative play New Scene was founded by Dario For and Franca Rame, in the introduction of the work reads:

"Mistero buffo is a secular passion: a passion as saw and felt the people who attended the performances in the churchyard and in the streets of the Middle Ages. It is the original matrix of the Commedia dell'arte. show invention and spectacle of life, satire and anger, in which the religious is almost always taken as a pretext talk to the people, its problems and its condition, its relationship with the powerful. Not so the ritual of religion, but un'interetazione of religion in human and key people. The Christ who said: < È più facile che un cammello passi per la cruna di un ago, piuttosto che un ricco entri nel regno dei cieli >, the first commandments as Christ who preached love and communion of goods, has become the symbol of a church that for centuries has defended the powerful, has accumulated wealth, has exploited, as a state in time, the masses of the dispossessed. "

No wonder then that this was often represented in factories during the protests of workers and opposed by the Church. It is a work that tells of the powerful eyes of the people, the words of the people, rude gestures of the people. Amata from the poor and rejected by the powerful, mocking the rich, wine tavern and regenerating of the people. The time and strength have been right on the political obstructions and the Vatican, so that the RAI in 1977, after fifteen years had put the spotlight on Dario For and Franca Rame, welcomed them as heroes Vittoria this and other works. Today Mistero buffo can rely on a vast wealth of monologues that has multiplied over the years, but without losing its value and its idendità grotesquely popular. On October 9, 1997, as the author of Mystery comic and other works of world importance, was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature Dario For, sublimating it a masterpiece whose success he has not stopped even today.


Main
representations

Mistero buffo was represented (by the Dario For and Franca Rame) at the Avignon Theatre Festival, the Theatre du Nouveau-Monde in Montreal, the International Festival of Berlin, Festival of Nations in Hamburg, the Theatre Festival of Palma de Mallorca, the Latin American Theatre Festival in Havana, at the Festival Theatre of Tampere in Finland, the Edimburo Fringe Festival, International Theatre Festival in Monaco of Bavaria, the Festival of Classical Theatre of Merida in Spain. It was also represented in prestigious American Repertory Theater in Cambride theater and other cities: Paris, Madrid, Barcelona, \u200b\u200bLondon, New York, Washington, Baltimore, Moscow, Majorca, Seville, Cologne, Stockholm, Buenos Aires, Bogota, Cali and others. Mario Pirovano

In 1992, actor in the Fo-Rame Company prepares and toured Italy with Mistero buffo ; again in 2006 continues to represent him in various Italian opera houses.

In 2009, Paolo Rossi prepares its own representation. In 2010

Mystère bouffe enters the repertory of the Comedie Francaise.


Tuesday, January 4, 2011

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Theatre: Mistero Buffo by Dario For and Franca Rame in Milan 41 years later.

's been 41 years since that first Mistero Buffo, was the 1969 , Dario For and Franca Rame perform in a small abandoned factory near Porta Romana, magically transformed into a theater is the first Mistero Buffo, a collection of monologues inspired by the biblical argument for the apocryphal gospels and stories, recited in a language onomatopoeia that grammelot . Since then, the mystery has been enriched, has traveled outside Italy, it was embellished with new folk tales inspired by ancient and medieval art canvases thus multiplying the original text, so that we can speak more clearly "Mistero Buffo".
From Tuesday 4 to Sunday, January 16, at the Teatro Nuovo in Milan, Dario For and Franca Rame dusted off some texts from among the mysteries of early and returned to the scene. However will not be a mere historical reconstruction: the same Fo warns that every night will change the repertoire. And you can bet that there will be sudden deviations from that primordial mystery, to cripple key giullaresca and satirical in the protagonists of contemporary power.

Eighty-four years and not hear. Not simple work so that makes the body sound and a voice all one, a text that draws those representations made by medieval minstrels. An incredible physical effort for anyone, yet we try again, some people think will not make it, but Milan is the line at the theater box office. For people like me who was born in the eighties, Mistero Buffo is just something to tell, said the books, evoked memories of who was at that time and knew also that this work has sparked controversy. At best, today, it tasted a video on the web, a flattening of the pixels in vivid three-dimensional theater. I, we, we can not really know what it is. Now that comes back the opportunity to see how a master clown Dario For us His great gift of this mysterious people, is a strong temptation to introduce themselves and get in the queue. Why is one of those occasions that you say when I happen? One has the feeling of the unique moment, especially for those who, Mistero Buffo can only imagine the stories popular.



Mistero Buffo by Dario For and Franca Rame
January 4 to 16 at the Teatro Nuovo
Piazza San Babila, Milan
ticket price: 22 € (11 € on Atrapalo !)

Monday, January 3, 2011

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If my life - Herman Hesse


(in the image: Love of Lucia Merli )

Subtitle (my free adaptation): I wanted to write poetry and instead wrote Hesse.

Simple, delicate fullness ...

***

If my life goes, however
and from time to time, with thick tendrils
a poem mature still falls,
I must be grateful to you.
You do not know that you buried
your image in the silence of my nights
and what my poetry has brought to light, was
before you in

Herman Hesse




Sunday, January 2, 2011

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And then you come back, throw open doors

everything is still, silent
disharmony.


T'appendi silences

an airplane, high
carries sensations
where the heart wants.

for days waiting for a bed

your rest as it was yesterday to the helmsman

tomorrow and wake up different.

Alexander It should
(image: The Palace of Curtains Magritte)