Monday, March 14, 2011

Flutter In My Upper Left Abdomen For Days

I cried on Libya, on the blood of its young heroes and I thought about my '68.


Rome, March 12, 2011: Public School event for the Constitution.


The '68 Salerno. In the form of a ballad .*
Dedicated To: Antonio, Mimmo, Angelo, Giovanni ...
Ernesto Scelza


"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness
my generation
the best minds
destroyed by madness
Meanwhile, Rosanna grew

What a great dream, remember, Antonio?
The kids like us, Antonio
in Paris: we followed them day by day
with a few newspapers and little tv.
But their voices, so those were our


asking the impossible, the image that comes to power: Do not consume Marx

Here spontaneizza
Some of those who always know everything
Always
will tell us that the Situationists were , anarchists, doomed to fail.
out of the big parties, doomed
And those who have not failed, what happened to Antonio?

The truth is that the programs, theories, then, it mattered less

Much less
And we were the ones who had already read Foucault
who had staged
Sartre hands dirty
embarrassing questions to the professors who were
quoting poets and philosophers that none of them had ever heard .... "

These days, in particular the March 12 during the C- Day, the day dedicated to defend the Constitution and the Public School , I thought of Ernesto, Rosanna, Piero, Francesco, Michele, Silvana, Mimmo, Enzo , Antonio, Mario, Ferdinand, Nicola, Grace, Franco and many, many other colleagues with whom I traveled - between '68 and '72 - a brief but intense stretch of road, at Salerno and the Sele plain, students, laborers and workers. I thought of them because I have shared with their ideals, hopes, the utopia of a world of free human beings, taken from oppression, violence, armed regimes. With them I learned to take to the streets not only for myself, my school, my freedom, but freedom of every human being oppressed, from South America Indochina. I thought of them as I saw hundreds of thousands of young people in the square, March 12, for C-Day and then, on March 14, I read on the site "perlapace.it" the words with which Flavio Lotti, Coordinator National Coffee peace, interprets the feelings

"These are critical days to prevent another massacre. Italy, Europe and the UN can not afford to stand still. I hope that the world take action to prevent Benghazi face the end of Srebrenica. As the situation is complex, international diplomacy must act without hesitation to reach an immediate ceasefire. We must first stop the escalation of violence. The word has to go back to politics. The human costs inaction will again be very high. "


I thought of my own, to our '68 and all those who vilified, smeared, loaded with all the contemporary evils, but that '68 is the mother of all the solidarity that transcends national borders, ch is beyond belief and beyond the skin color delal ... and I cried on Libya, on the blood of its young heroes . I cried on our inability to truly lead to epochal events to show solidarity full to young people who are giving their lives to escape the violent fanaticism of a mad dictator, like all dictators and aspiring dictators, while Europe Notes from its fragile towers of indifference.
We should have many many more in the square, as then we had to Vietnam and then to Chile , if we were still, as then, dreamers, lovers, lovers of our simple ideals of freedom, justice and peace. not we have been able ... but let's try again, otherwise there will give you peace!




* The Ballad of Ernesto Scelza, recited by the author (with musical accompaniment by Antonio Giordano) during a meeting in Salem on the '68 is included in the book "68 to Salerno. Myths, utopias, and hopes of a generation, edited by Piero and Francesco Lucia Sofia.
can also be viewed and heard in full on the website http://www.colonnarotta.it ( Click here for the link ).

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