domenica 29 marzo 2009

Schumann - The prophet bird

This is the next thing I am gonna tackle as soon as I can.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQUkkTcrgvs
I heard Radu Lupu perform it in a lunar, liquid way, such as the bird was in fact a jelly fish. They say that Aldo Ciccolini is extremely good at playing that, making it look like a "colibri", a hysteric, brainless bird, as a prophet bird like the phoenix is supposed to be. I would like to let it emerge that the second part actually is the bird's prophecy of prosperity, and let the two side-parts be mysterious, nasty and smoky as they deserve to be. In the first and last part is just an unintelligen and witched bird - and the God is not yet/no more speaking through it. This is a typical "easy" piece that it is extremely easy to play with arrogance and impotence. I find the end spectacular - extremely difficult. Good luck!

Un petit cadeau schumannien pour toi, mon lecteur!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIshPW0mKM4&feature=related

M

domenica 22 marzo 2009

A scientific approach to seducing a stranger

OK, so, a friend of mine suggested the following strategy to meet potential partners. I like it because it takes a scientific approach. It nothing more, nothing less than an algorythm.

Go in a right pub, at a right hour, where the definition of right pub is a pub where you have lots of people of your target age at the right hour is the hour where there is a peak of crowd - not too early, not too late.

Take two drinks, or the amount of alcohol which makes your defences and your social shame lower, without letting you drunk. You know that limit. I know that limit - [censored for secuirity reasons].

Be sure to take 3 girl-friends woth you, if you are a girl, or one boy-friend with you, if you are a boy.

If you are a girl [boy's part is the complementary, and easily deductable], look around, and perceive who is looking at you.

If you like him/her, proceed to the so-called eye-fucking phase, where you sustain the sight. If you do not like him/her, just put you sight away. I would never do that spontaneously - regardless how much one likes his/her "target", I think the lady shall torn her sight away, showing shame and pureness of intentions. Of course this way, one can miss "chances" - but what kind of chances are those ones? Here the problem comes - is this method valid just for "spring instinct satisfaction", or not? What kind of target are you approaching, like that? You can know it only by one means - trying it. This is called the scientific method, isn't it?

The talking-phase will somehow begin. Talk. Talk. Talk. Have a drink. Talk.

Leave your cell phone number, end with a light kiss[?!?yep.this is the rule, my friend!], leave the place, wait for a message of the boy.

Here is your date! Hum...Good luck!

Comments? Please leave them herebelow. Thanks.

sabato 21 marzo 2009

Che mi manga?

Manga.

Mi manga: un po' di festa, un po' di intimità.

Tuttavia, quando stava per essermi data la possibilità to satisfy my needs, here it comes - the manga called DeathNote.

A friend made reference to it over a chat: I have had sporadic episodes of you-tube addiction in the past, in a period in which I felt lonely and out of place and I used to watch and watch little sketches and comedies at youtube (Monthy Python, the Italian Luciana Littizzetto in Chetempochefa, Paolino Ruffini from Livorno) until 1am to turn my brain off - but not much more. I hate computers.

To keep it short, I watched 14 episodes of this stuff in a row, for a total of 5 hours withoit drinking or moving from my chair. It was terrible. Note that each episode last more or less 20 min and I had to confirm my interest in the manga-cartoon every half-episode, by clicking on the relevant YouTube link. And it's not finished. Yesterday, Friday 20th, I still sat down albeit very sleepy and watched the following 9.10 episodes until 2:30 am. Auch! And what is terribly different from the other hypnotic sessions - is that I do not regret.

The morning after, I feel OK, and even willing to see more in the evening. This never happens to me, as on the contrary, when I let myself being turned away by these kind of distractions, afterwards I feel bad, guilty, ashamed, as I just had a momnent of madness, a
Geistige Umnachtung. But this time, not at all.

I therefore concluded that there must be something in the manga - or in this particular manga, which is the only one I have seen so far, winning a very negative bias about japanese cartoons - which let it achieve this results, something more than just me being prone to video addiction.

I tried to figure it out, even if it is difficult to force a reluctant mind into thinking, especially if the object of thought is something about which our mind is definitely not cool.Here my results.

This is what stands behind DeathNote:

  • symbols which are deeply deep-rooted in our brains. It is curious to see that many of them come from Christianity (the red apple, the to-be innocent victim which rinses the feet of the betrayer, ep. 25 more or less) and from Western literature (Misa seems Lolita, the idea of sacrifice for romantic love, eg the [Sirenetta], or Flying Dutch, or Romeo and Juliet).
  • reference to [Japanese] traditional conceptions, as that the written character stand in fact for their object, in such a way that the object is all caught in the characters (this is why is it possible, even of for a god only, to see the name of a person just looking in it face - or soul)
  • all this treated in a somehow childish format (the form of a cartoon), which recalls infancy, therefore takes an innocent attitude and disposes us to lower the guard and to let the symbolic messages penetrate deeper into the brain
  • a touch of exotism, for the European viewer, which makes it more like a fairy tale, combining with the childish format and reinforcing its effect
  • tragic features, I mean, love and death, the proof, the Greek ATH, dilemmas: ti drasw?

This entry is a stub(born). If you are an addict and you wish to add things you noticed about manga, please contact the author or leave a kind comment here below. THank you, Thinking Head!

domenica 15 marzo 2009

Book review - J. Cocteau, Les enfants terribles

I have read Les enfants terribles by Jean Cocteau, in French, and just finished it. It is a terrible, horrible, symbolistic, heavily poetic book. It makes the reader full of disgust and macabre understanding at the end. It has an explicit trait of The great Gatsby (a death on a sport-car) and of Madame Bovary (poison at the end! To exit a difficult narrative situation). It evocates very poetic images: the "boules de neiges qui etoilaient le mur", tears which slip into retracted lips, and come out again, as new tears from the mouth. Cocteau is able to describe the walk of this girl as "heavy, light, flying" and to give you the impression that you are really understanding what that means.
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Les enfants terribles is the right, insightful title. These are the terrible children you see (or you have been) who torture animals. The "vierge sacrée", the protagonist, the "genie-de-la-chambre"-priestess Elisabeth tourtures and dominates all her peers, makes intrigues to them like a spider with flies. It is horrible to see the flies comply and die.
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There is a corresponded love between a girl, Agathe, and the brother of Elisabeth, Paul, which Elisabeth destroys and deceives, giving false information to the two, on purpose, and substituting Gerard to Paul as husband for Agathe.
Why? Because. For caprice. Because she thinks Agathe has better to be a bourgeoise than the woman of his brother. Because she loves Paul, but more than that, she loves his intimacy, she needs this intimacy, and needs to keep that her inviolated kingdom, to get recognition for herself and for her identity, I suppose. Gerard loves Elisabeth because she seems a prophetess, with her dimension of astuce, of ability, her attitude of cruel judge who makes the culprit confess in order to charge the most severe of the punishments. Agathe is grateful and submitted to Elisabeth, and it is only skechted, as a character. Paul is - it is Elisabeth, but simpler, more masculine, reasonable, straighter.
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They both die of suicide. What is left is a broken life, Agathe, to whom the dying Paul reveals the truth, of which nobody, neither Cocteau, seems to care - and a disgusting smell of Chinese solid poison which comes from the suicide of Paul and steps into the narrative by being brought by a double of Agathe, suddenly and badly reappearing in the novel.
Written in 1929. Finished to read on 15 March 2009. Very strong, disgusting.