Fabrizio Ulivieri - TrendSetter

  For a fart. Can a man’s whole life be remembered for a fart? Can the worth of a human life be reduced to a fart? Yes, it can. That is how I remember Giacco: for a fart. Ever since I was a child, my parents quarrelled. “What do you expect from someone like you, from a family where your uncle Giacco, the first thing he did on entering a room was to fart?”  That was the final phrase my father used to end every quarrel with my mother. That is how I remember Giacco. I have no other memory of him but this: a fart. In life, everyone gets what he deserves. σκιᾶς ὄναρ ἄνθρωπος "A dream of a shadow is man" ------------ Telegram: De Unamuno Whatsapp: De Unamuno

  Pasolini wrote this poem (MORTE DI UN FANCIULLO - Death of a child) when he was very young and lived in Casarsa. He wrote it remembering the death of a child. Reading the poem, where some of Pasolini's stylistic elements are already recognizable (the forms in -uccio, -cello, -cino  for example, and some words such as " antico "," beato " to which he later preferred " santo "...) it is immediately strong and immediately catches the eye as only poetry can and puts human beings on the road to find a way to express what is almost inexpressible and ungraspable due to its depth.  Poetry is the only means available to human beings to give substance to the tearing apart of suffering we suffer or to the exaltation of an unexpected joy that occurs inside. The child has died but the world goes on and the poet thus expresses the almost-nothing of the human being with respect to the creation. Only the moon seems to notice its absence Ma questa sera la lontana lun...