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And now the warm and infinite wave that was in her grew as she replayed in her mind the Fascist officer in the semi-dark kitchen giving her orders with a voice that had tried in vain to be kind, while his men were taking over her rooms and her kitchen utensils. Rooms and utensils that they had stolen, just as they had stolen the Ligurian words — stolen, not in the sense that those things belonged to her the partisans had also used those rooms and things, except that in that case, it was natural and right, as if she herself had used them , but rather, she recognized, because the Fascists had used those very things against her, by making her an instrument in their scheme, and thus turning her against every true thing.

And it felt again as if she were pregnant, thinking of the night when the lieutenant had come down to the kitchen, down from the bedroom he had stolen from her, with a book in his hand. I would admire him if he were here with us. In any case, here is a truly beautiful poem, with words that even I understand. Now Rina repeated the verses to herself from memory, just to make them real again. She recited them slowly — they were verses that entered her slowly: E la paura le era venuta la notte, dormendo con la madre vecchia e i bambini in cucina.

Cui essi risposero una sola cosa: E allora mentalmente disse: He had written these words in war. What of their lament could this Fascist lieutenant possibly understand? But it was exactly this that infuriated her: And because of this, she felt him now, with those intimate words coming from his mouth, more than ever her enemy over there in her bed; he was clearly a wrong that must be righted at all cost. And now I can say that we will go back tomorrow.

The woman had fallen sound asleep in front of the JIT Volle lei stessa chiudere gli occhi ai morti e prima che ad ogni altro a Sardegna morto col pugno chiuso. When the first firing began, she told the children, who had been startled awake, that a show had begun. The October nights were becoming quite cold, so Rina hurried quickly to the house that was finally hers again. There were still fresh droppings from mules and horses on the road through Loco, and in the house an unbearable musty smell of strangers.

But why had that hot wave inside her not cooled? She had heard that four partisans had been killed, finished off by the lieutenant just before he left, each with a shot to the neck, and that was foremost in her mind — more than the intense joy that her house was her own again. Really, and she felt quite sincere thinking this she would have preferred to lose the house than to have these men lose their lives. Because she felt vaguely that they had died for her, so that she could take back her house—for herself, for her children, and also for her husband, whenever he might return.

She left her children with her mother, saying: Il Natale diceva Pablo Ma il Natale non era sotto quegli alberi vetrificati di gelo e di luna. She wanted to close the eyes of the dead herself, and first among them, Sardegna who lay with fist clenched. A fist, even when abandoned on the cement that way, that before was truly hard and Ligurian, despite his assumed name of Sardegna. And at last, without a tear, she knew that she had found a match for that immense, almost living thing in her belly: Per- haps it was one of the last chestnut husks, weighed down by the snow.

All four of them were focusing on those soft thuds each clump fell, echo- ing the distant muffled rumble of mortar fire. If they were pleased that Pablo continued talking, it was only to see the cloud of vapor coming out of his mouth in the glimmer of the moonlit: It was not even down in the valley where the Trebbia River, choked with enormous ice floes, bottle-green under the moon, no longer flowed along the village that kept all its lights extinguished; and it was not even in the city: With almost every blast — maybe while someone a child, a little girl, a mother died because of that strike, under the rubble of a wall -- another clump of snow slid from the trees, and fell softly as Pablo continued talk- ing, and someone died.

But while the bells were silent, and not one single light was on, why did Pablo, continue to speak on that night between the 24th and 25th of December of Christmas that was no longer there, either, a few kilometers away from the village? The clumps of snow continued to fall softly, echoing the distant mortars. It was a night, this is certain: Le traduzio- ni sono comparse sulla rivista El Ghibli - e su altre riviste online e cartacee. Le sue raccolte poetiche sono state tradotte in varie lingue, tra cui francese, spagnolo, norvegese, finlandese, sloveno e afrikaans.

Le sue poesie sono state pubblicate in oltre 50 antologie e libri di testo. Libri e tascabili Prairie Pub Poems tascabile, poesia. Wind Songs tascabile, poesia Thistledown Press, Saskatoon, Prairie Pub Poems poesia. Thistledown Press, Saskatoon, Pear Seeds in My Mouth tascabile, poesia. Sesame Press, Windsor, Jan Lake Poems poesia. Harbour Publishing, Madeira Park, Hold the Rain in Your Hands: Coteau Books, Regina, Poems Across Borders poesia.

Air Canada Owls poesia. Nightwood Editions, Madeira Park. West Into Night poesia. Jan Lake Sharing poetry chapbook. Privately printed, Saskatoon, with Jim Harris. Birchbark Meditations poetry chapbook. Writers of the Plains, New Mexico, Icons of Flesh poesia. Ekstasis Editions, Victoria, Today I Belong to Agnes poesia. Leaving Holds Me Here: Selected Poems poetry. Frog Hollow Press, Victoria, Smoky Peace Press, Grande Prairie, Halo of Morning tascabile, poesia.

Leaf Press, Lantzville, Language of Horse poesia online; tascabile, poesia Coracle Press, Montreal, Road Apples tascabile, poesia Rubicon Press, Edmonton, What We Miss poesia. Looking Back Sometimes I am shaken by a desire to return to that child I was- endless days under a vast sky, sun omnipresent as the mongrel that dogged my footsteps.

A half-century and more removed, I remember each day bloomed wonder. Never bored, I did not realize how poor we were, having so much. Perhaps it is our nature to hold hard to what causes least pain? To indulge moments of nostalgia is no act of foolishness. Sguardo sul passato A volte sono scosso da un desiderio di ritornare il bambino che ero — giorni infiniti sotto un cielo immenso sole onnipresente come il cane bastardo che mi tallonava.

La raccolta si articola in cinque parti: Suspension of Belief Cables, ropes and wooden slats create a seemingly fragile sagging arc high above the crash and dash of Capilano Canyon. In my eyes this is not a bridge — but rather, some adult deceit designated to instill fear in a small boy. Father takes my hand, envelops it in warmth, strength and security a child comes to accept as truth. Beneath my feet faith and trust teeter and sway side to side, nothing beneath me but a void my fear has filled. Mio padre mi prende la mano, la avvolge col calore, la forza e la sicurezza che un bambino riconosce come veri.

Sotto i miei piedi fede e fiducia traballano e oscillano fianco a fianco, niente sotto di me se non un vuoto colmato dalla mia paura. The Thief Reflects Tell me, what have I stolen from you that you have missed? Surely you know I have taken only inessential fragments you would have shed without my help. I can in no way be dismissed as common thief, nor as cheap trickster. You must agree I am a thief of impeccable taste: I did choose you. Night is never dark enough for some. There will always be things to hide.

Cold speaks its own language. The deafest ear will hear something. Fear not the night, the dark, the cold.

It is ourselves that we need to fear. An open heart will always be hurt. Close it if you must. Di sicuro sai che ho preso solo frammenti inessenziali li avresti sperperati senza il mio aiuto. Non posso proprio essere liquidato come ladro comune, o dozzinale truffatore. Devi convenire che sono un ladro di gusto ineccepibile: Sempre ci saranno cose da celare. Il freddo parla la sua propria lingua. Paura non avere di notte, freddo, buio. Di noi stessi che dobbiamo aver paura. Tutti i cuori muoiono. Closed hearts only the pain of no.

Only a fool tries to stop the wind. The same fool tries to stop hurt. The open hand feels good about itself. The closed hand always wonders why. Hourglass The evidence lies everywhere. We ignore the image — the bottom half, its increasing sand. It is funerals we attend with growing frequency that give us pause, make us feel the measure, the urgency, the anticipatory snare drum roll. Beat by beat, grain by grain. I cuori chiusi solo la pena del no. Solo un folle tenta di fermare il vento.

Lo stesso folle tenta di fermare il male. Clessidra Le prove sono ovunque. Make it Last A flash of orange and black through sun-splattered aspen leaves, the faintest glimpse of baltimore oriole; or the brilliant scarlet shoulder sheen as a red-winged blackbird warbles from its wind-bent cat-tail perch; or a high-above dissonant clamour of a passing startle of snow geese etched white on unmarred blue: Beauty surrounds us — no charge, no previous experience needed.

Beauty is Where You Find It Why deny Beauty can illuminate a January day when wind has taken a break and the air is a hush, a blanket of expectation? Even that miserly sun, that furtive fox creeping ever southward, bounces brilliant diamond facets off sculpted snow, mauve with shadow. This winter postcard pleases me, even though I do not stand long admiring the chill wonder of glistening snow, caught JIT Nature dies with such flamboyance, such acrylic outbursts. I gaze at this flaunting of fiery hues and unbidden names flash into my mind.

I have seen too many friends too soon to the grave. La natura muore con tale fastoso sfolgorio, tali deflagrazioni acriliche. Io fisso questo sfoggio di sfumature fiammeggianti e spontanei i nomi nella mente mi saettano. Ho accompagnato troppi amici, troppo presto alla tomba. I loro elogi funebri rammentano come ogni foglia del verde acero deve flambare e cadere. March Musing Alone with my thoughts I reflect on so many themes, but so often these musings return to you, the centre of my world and the wonder of it all, the serendipity, if indeed such matters ever are, that we managed somehow, with all the infinite permutations and random rolls of the dice, to found each other.

For we have saved each other and we have both been saved. In the finding, lay the saving; in the saving, lay the finding. Nel trovarsi, sta il salvarsi; nel salvarsi, sta il trovarsi. Sei motivi per cui scrivo poesie Biagio Marin was born in in Grado, a fishing village on the coast between Venice and Trieste, in a region under Austrian rule until He studied in Florence and Vienna before the First World War, and then, after service in the Italian army during the war, also in Rome.

He spent his working life in Northern Italy as a schoolteacher, schools inspector and finally as a librarian in Trieste. He published his first collection of poetry in More than thirty further volumes followed, almost all in the dialect of Grado, where he lived in retirement from until his death in From the s onwards he was recognised as an important and distinctive voice, a poet writing with apparent simplicity in traditional rhym- ing forms in a quite unprovincial way, whose dialectal colouring was in fact not a serious barrier for readers from other parts of Italy.

His rate of publication increased rather than diminished in old age, which saw him produce some of his best work. El corpo mio el gera una biondura de gran al vento ne la grande istae e ne le vene el veva la frescura de le rogie che score trasognae. Me son in paradiso! No one sees it. My death has been maturing for so long, the sickle only flashing at the wheat. I look at it and think that I feel strong and then I shiver walking down the street.

My body was a blonding field of grain on which the wind of a great summer played, and it had coolness in its every vein from little streams that flowed by half-asleep. I am in paradise! Poplars still tremble in the light enraptured with the breeze, and the world is at ease in this hour before night.

Stirred I turn round and mark how the blue turns to gold, JIT Tra sera e note, Carne, carne tu geri JIT Gera quela la vita mia: Profumi persi e prumitinti de cu sa quale ignote fioridure: Flesh wants children to come the full moon and the sun, wants every crust and crumb to take on fleshly form. You were rich black earth wanting to make corn, you were solid stone from which a house is born.

I was born to stand watching on one side life which is just a cloud for the wind to unwind. It has unwound your hair, your breast it has undone, and your beauty is now where such things with God have gone. All faded All faded and nothing was there: That was the life I led: Lost fragrances that came JIT The light, the light, the wicked light seducing with its playfulness, above, below, and anywhere it liked, and lasting just an hour, or less.

Wondrous the tricks Wondrous the tricks put on by flowers that are not made to last, by clouds in the blue air above sailing untroubled past. Never shall I turn you down, for you I always thirst, loving you with infirm mind much more than solid earth. Those parties of the apple trees drunk on the open sky, till the fine petals founder when a windy witch storms by! You, spring, are just crazy, summer, you burn the heart, and sun, you shine into the blood that revels in your heat. I want to stay in your abyss in any of its ways. Lassa la vita a largo e che la vaga a pico; el to barco xe cargo del to nemico.

E ninte mai more nel mondo: La mutassion origina el canto; JIT Let life sail the seas, let it go and capsize, you have in your hold your foe and your prize. Nothing has passed Nothing has passed and died, and all is present and alive: My life has been an act of love, which light fed with its food, and now light carries it away down a more silent road. It was a sunny dawn when one late June into the world I came in joy. He held the sun in his heart and fist, that naked laughing little boy.

Silence calls to me Silence calls to me, and I obey. The ancient yearning of the heart is summoned from its deep hideaway. Thus it melts into the shadows, becoming rhythm, then words that make lasting music and then fly, JIT It is painful, the secret that the silence sets free. The night has icy hands; it lays them on my heart; there are no more faraway comets on which to depart.

I am scorched earth. Rain kisses on me now: She has published articles on Fenoglio and Pavese as well as on popular culture and language pedagogy. Taccuino Americano edited by Michelangelo LaLuna. A pediatrician, an artist, and a poet, he has not received the large-scale attention given to Pound, Yeats, and Eliot since he had neither love for the American academy, nor for the academic critic. His most consist- ent principle in sixty years of writing was the use of natural speech rhythms: A poem, he said, is not made of thoughts, but of words like pigments, and the poet is a word-user who depicts the artistry of language.

Words in a poem cease to represent symbols for ideas, and become the real matter of actuality — exorcising the word in its relation with things. Words are, for Williams, a semantic revelation born hic et nunc, free voices of his American contemporary reality.

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Color of flower, Blood-bright berry none, nor flame-rust On leaf, nor pink gall-sting on stem, nor Staring stone, Ay de mi! Bed, book-backs, walls, floor, Flat pictures, desk, clothes-box, litter Of paper scrawls. So sit I here, So stand, so walk about. Beside The flower-white tree not so lonely I: Torn petals, dew-wet, yellowed my bared ankles. Love Song from Al que quiere! Yellow, yellow, yellow it eats into the leaves, smears with saffron the horned branches that lean heavily against a smooth purple sky!

There is no light only a honey-thick stain that drips from leaf to leaf and limb to limb spoiling the colors of the whole world — you far off there under the wine-red selvage of the west!

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Letto, dorsi di libri, pareti, suolo, Immagini stese, scrittoio, cassoni, groviglio Di scarabocchi. Petali lacerati, umidi, ingiallivano le mie nude caviglie. Giallo, giallo, giallo corrode nelle foglie, chiazza con zafferano i bicorni rami che pendono pesanti contro un liscio cielo porporino!

It is this that rouses a tumult in my breast. At mere sight of you my voice falters, my tongue is broken. Straightway, a delicate fire runs in my limbs; my eyes are blinded and my ears thunder. I grow paler than grass and lack little of dying. The Hard Listener from The Wedge The powerless emperor makes himself dull writing poems in a garden while his armies kill and burn. Al solo mirarti la mia voce vacilla, la mia lingua si disfa.

Immediatamente, un fuoco delicato corre per le mie membra; i miei occhi si oscurano e le mie orechie tuonano. Di rado una canzone. Dovrebbe essere una canzone — fatta di dettagli, vespe, una genziana — qualcosa di immediato, cesoie aperte, occhi di donna — risveglio centrifugo, centripeto JIT Good Christ what is a poet — if any exists? He is on the editorial board for the second tome of Those Who From Afar Look Like Flies University of Toronto Press, forthcoming , a bilingual anthology of contemporary Italian poetry, and his most recent translations have been published in the Journal of Italian Translation.

Damiano Gurisatti is a high school teacher in Italy. His primary research interests concern ancient Greek literature and philosophy, with a particular focus on ancient Christian literature. He also has a strong interest in the language, literature, and culture of his native Friuli. His main research interests lie in twentieth-century Italian literature and cultural history, with a particular focus on representations of the Holocaust, antifascist exiles in the United States, and Italian dialect poetry. Pierluigi Cappello was born in Gemona del Friuli in In , the Friuli earthquake forced his family to relocate from Chi- usaforte, a little village in the Fella valley at the foot of the Carnic Alps, to another small town, Tricesimo, closer to the larger city of Udine.

It is in this area that he lived for most of his life, first in a prefabricated building donated by the Austrian government, and then — for only a few years before his premature death in — in De Thomasis, Gurisatti, Maglianti-Cappello. In , a motor accident put him in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. Writing from the Edge: On a personal level, as a resistance to the severe disability caused by a motor accident in his youth; secondly, De Thomasis, Gurisatti, Maglianti-Cappello.

In Italian and especially in Friulian, Cappello prefers fairly common and yet evocative words, that are decontextualized from their original pragmatic use and given a new, poetic meaning. As a result, his language is refined but not pedantic. Who he sings to — other than to his own doubles — remains an open question, but certainly his verses are not directed JIT More than a loner, Cappello presents himself as an exile, living at the periphery of Italy as well as at the outer limits of lan- guage, particularly when writing in Friulian.

Despite the phisical hindrance that forced him to remain sedentary, he was in exile from his native Chiusaforte, the village abandoned after the earth- quake. Indeed, he experienced exile within his own land, Friuli, a land historically prone to emigration: Estrangement is a characteristic technique of Cap- pello, who in his later poems see Parole povere, written in Italian describes Chiusaforte and its former inhabitants from a detached, peripheral perspective as well as from a position of profound sympathy.

They are the result of a year-long process of discussion and exchange between Sandro-Angelo de Thomasis and myself. Our work on the Friulian verses which constitute the major part of the lyrics anthologized here would not have been possible without the invaluable linguistic expertise and cultural advice of Damiano Gurisatti.

I wish to thank both Damiano and Sandro for their friendship and for this adventure between three languages, Friulian, Italian, and English. And I sing simply to console myself. Stanza from a traditional Friulian song, documented since Giovanni Gortani, Saggio di canti popolari friulani and popularized throughout the last century by the widespread practice of choruses and, more recently, by folk music revival. According to musicologist Roberto Frisano, the original context of these lines is probably to be sought in the realm of concealed love, but to date they are commonly deemed to embody a sort of motto of Friulian philosophy and lifestyle.

X Today that is cold winter cold mirror on the leaf and my heart quakes like a bare branch; today that to speak is to leave and love of myself drowns itself between the word spoken and that one yet to speak; listen to me well, for well I know how to die for myself, Donzel, figure of love: XIII On the hill with light grass of January as long as the ray that fizzles out in it to be able to rest, to rest And then setting forth once again with the soul as a path that is bitter bitter bitter vivarium for verses.

Loves II Yours is my mouth, love, upon your taste my shame for being alive now that I touch you that I caress you and I stride you like a cat at night along the walls I stride you like a cat along the walls albeit I know that in the calculus of love two minus one gives less than zero and one plus one should give one, albeit it remains now that you go my tasting you on your skin on mine the dripping of your hair inside yours is my fear of forgetting myself.

Within the circle of green of your eyes from tired that it was, deeper denser the world will be born. X I taste the air that you ruffle with your hands this giving and withdrawing of yourself shining in the dark here the hunger, there the bread of my hunger you flowery in the midst and a flower the rock that ceases to flourish in me; I taste this air and it would be enough if for living the fear of living were not less far than yourself. Nowhere To Write Moon If less bitter at the awakening were the enchantment here would be your living, where it shines a little farther away.

Within the shining of the moon that I see shining as if perfect on the leaf now that I have written it. Without earth and without sky JIT Una sarchia la terra magra di un orto in salita la vestaglia a fiori tenui la sottoveste che si vede quando si piega.


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  6. One hoes the poor soil of a slanting garden the nightgown with faint flowers the underskirt visible when she leans over. One holds the chainsaw and he smells of sawdust and stars. One breaks the air with his yell because timber crushed his arm it went crack like a great branch breaking and I was there, I was little. One falls from the tied bicycle and when he gets up his sleeve is ripped and he tries to run after us. One sends away kids and crows with his gun loaded with salt. One all muscles and stains on his undershirt Isolina bring me some coffee, he says. One knocks on Christmas morning with a shoebox under his arm open, open.

    Uncle has arrived, he has arrived hush-hush from France, he says, loudly. One leaves home covering an eye with her palm while from the uncovered eye she cries. One laughs and has a big gap in her front teeth another also laughs, but she has neither gaps nor front [teeth. Una perde la testa quando viene la sera dopo una bottiglia di Vov. Una ha la gobba grande e trova sempre le monete per strada.

    One kicks a cat and loses her slipper while doing it. One loses her mind when the night comes after a bottle of Vov. One has a huge hump on her back and always finds money on the street. One with his own words there and then sets up a strike destined to fail you always say you gotta work but you never say come and get paid mister, he said. And it is already the remembrance of a remembering.

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    One reads Mickey Mouse he likes Tarzan movies and Laurel and Hardy and he made himself a canoe at home which is too big to go through the door. One says to me, at this point you should put the word amen because this would be a prayer, as you made it. And I say that I like the word amen because it smells of prayer and of rain inside the earth and of pity inside the silence but I would not put the word amen because I have no pity for you all because I only have my eyes in yours and the joy of the vanquished and a great sadness.

    In this column from October, , Pasolini addresses the problem of the mass migration of impoverished southern Italians to the north, and in particular the issue of the absence of decent housing in and around the city of Rome. In doing so he criticizes a newly released film by the director Luchino Visconti, Rocco and His Brothers, about a family of farmers that leaves its native Lucania in search of a better life in the northern industrialized city of Milan. Paola Bonifazi, of the University of Texas at Austin, who encouraged this project, and whose course on postwar Italian films inspired it.

    Manno - Immagine sognata n. Mondadori, , Le conseguenze di questo stato di cose sono spaventose: Bel modo di risolvere i problemi, non le sembra? Cordialmente Guido Cristini Beh no: The consequences of this state of things are frightful: I would like to know what you think of this problem a consequence of the ill-fated fascist laws, never revoked, regarding urbanization all the more since it refers to characters whom you have made protagonists in your novels.

    The latter, I mean, are well aware of the existence of the sub-proletarian world on the periphery of Rome, formed in large part of these very same non-residents: In reality we Marxists struggle a little to believe in the actual existence of a sub-proletariat: Ma anche questo, tutto sommato li trasforma: Egli infatti ha diritto di vivere come vuole e dove vuole.

    Il non concedere la residenza significa fare un processo alle inten- zioni: E infatti le borgate, volute dai fascisti, e consacrate dai democristiani, sono veri e propri campi di concentramento. Visconti The problem of the non-residents is really something which tes- tifies to this new phase of the sub-proletariat of the capital almost entirely emigrated from the South.

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    In fact — coming in contact with a new social reality, with new and immediate difficulties — the most passive, inert, resigned sub-proletarians are coming back to life: But even this ultimately transforms them: At least, they no longer consider sacred that which really is not.

    It is a pitiful first step. And in fact, in these last months, we have seen a collective, organized movement by the non-residents, who have thus made their status public, have made anyone who possesses a minimum of human and political conscience take notice: That an Italian citizen can be a non-resident is monstrous. In fact he has the right to live how he wants and where he wants. Not granting residency amounts to punishing someone for their inten- tions3: But aside from the particular monstrosity of this phenomenon, it forms part of a more general and urgent problem: For that matter there is no work in the miserable southern towns from which the greater part of the non-residents originate.

    Of course, a concentration camp is always the best solution…And in fact the JIT Il film affronta il problema degli emigrati meridionali a Milano: Gli altri rispondono a schemi: Io avrei richiesto a Visconti un maggiore coraggio di approfondimento psicologico: Tutti gli altri sistemi lasciano assolutamente indifferenti uomini come Cioccetti e soci. Visconti suburbs, desired by the fascists, and consecrated by the Christian Democrats, are true and proper concentration camps.

    The film deals with the problem of southern emigrants in Milan: I am not deeply familiar with the relationship between the southerners and Milan: The others answer to type: They do not depart from these types, that, at times weigh so much on the character as to make the plot a bit melodramatic, and often confused. I would have asked Visconti for greater courage in having psychological depth: Psychological depth — which, naturally, is then rendered entirely concrete, simple, visual, plastic, through the direct use of artistic expression — which indeed Visconti used in Terra Trema.

    I have made this Viscontian digression in order to say that regarding the problem of Roman non-residents, or rather regard- ing Rocco and brothers who live by the dozens, by the hundreds of thousands in the suburbs, that what is needed on the political level is not optimism in the facile and sentimental sense of the word: To pose the problem, to render it an object of indignation, is not enough: We need either to fight without rest, without taking a breath, with the utmost dedication, as many unionists - who are true and proper saints — are doing, or to analyze the problem with the most courageous and merciless intention of getting to the bottom of it and voicing it.

    All the other approaches leave men like Cioccetti and his as- sociates indifferent. It covers everything from shanty towns arising spontaneously from abandoned construction sites to massive, cheaply built apartment blocks. Modena Co- mune, , pp Da Verga a Gramsci, di Luchino Visconti Interessato come sono ai motivi profondi che turbano e rendono inquieta, ansiosa del nuovo, la esistenza degli italiani, ho sempre visto nella questione meridionale una delle fonti principali della mia ispirazione.

    Devo precisare che in un primo tempo mi sono accostato a questa questione, posso dire anzi di averla scoperta, per una via puramente letteraria: La sola letteratura narrati- va alla quale, nel quadro del romanzo italiano, sentivo di potermi riaccostare, dopo le letture giovanili, nel momento in cui col mio primo film affrontavo, sia pure i limiti imposti dal fascismo, un tema contemporaneo della vita italiana, era quella di Mastro Don Gesualdo e dei Malavoglia.

    Devo dire che, fin da allora, maturai il progetto di fare un film da questo romanzo. Poi venne la guerra, con la guerra la Resistenza e con la Resistenza la scoperta, per un intellettuale della mia formazione, di tutti i problemi italiani, come problemi di struttura sociale oltre che di orientamento culturale, spirituale e morale. Gramsci non soltanto mi persuase per la acutezza delle sua analisi storico — politiche che mi spiegavano fino in fondo le ragioni, il carattere del Mezzogiorno come grande disgregazione sociale e come mercato di sfruttamento di tipo coloniale da parte della classe dirigente del nord, ma per- JIT Luchino Visconti, Il cinema, Adelio Ferrero, ed.

    Modena Comune, , pp Luchino Visconti: I rabbini Haredi hanno dato rilievo al rispetto personale delle osservanze ebraiche, considerando carenze, o mancanza di ortodossia nel rispetto dei precetti, quale prova che il convertito non avesse mai veramente inteso convertirsi. Gli ebrei caraiti sono ammessi all' Aliyah secondo la Legge del ritorno. La denominazioni ebraiche progressive moderne hanno un procedimento di conversione basato sui loro principi. Un secondo problema nasce dal fatto che l' Ebraismo ortodosso asserisce che i rabbini non ortodossi non sono qualificati a formare un Beth Din.

    Un terzo problema riguarda quelle persone nate ebree o convertite all'Ebraismo che si sono convertite ad un'altra religione. In tal modo, si sono posti nel Cristianesimo. Una quarta controversia si origina dalla maniera in cui il Gran Rabbinato di Israele ha gestito le decisioni sul matrimonio e la conversione in questi ultimi anni. Conversioni e matrimoni all'interno di Israele sono legalmente controllati dal Gran Rabbinato ortodosso israeliano; quindi attualmente una persona che non dimostrato di essere ebrea secondo le aspettative di tale Rabbinato, non ha il permesso di sposare un ebreo in Israele.

    Ci sono stati diversi tentativi di convocare i rappresentanti dei tre movimenti principali per formulare una soluzione pratica a questo problema. Dopo l'indipendenza del moderno Stato di Israele nel , la " Legge del ritorno " fu emanata per dare ad ogni ebreo nel mondo il diritto di immigrare a Israele e diventarne cittadino. Tuttavia l'assenza di una definizione specifica di chi fosse ebreo ai fini della legge ha portato a opinioni divergenti da parte delle varie correnti ebraiche in competizione per il proprio riconoscimento.

    Oltre alla definizione halakhica generalmente accettata, la legge ha esteso il diritto di immigrazione e di cittadinanza ai figli e nipoti di ebrei, indipendentemente dalla loro attuale appartenenza religiosa, e ai loro coniugi. Ancora una volta, si sono sollevate questioni di sapere se una conversione effettuata al di fuori di Israele fosse valida. Attuali definizioni israeliane escludono espressamente quegli ebrei che si sono apertamente e consapevolmente convertiti ad una fede diversa dall'Ebraismo, tra cui il Giudaismo messianico.

    Li accettiamo in quanto ebrei e chiunque di loro desideri tornare [all'Ebraismo tradizionale], lo accogliamo accettandolo. Per quanto riguarda matrimonio , geth e sepoltura in Israele — tutte procedure che si trovano sotto la giurisdizione del Ministero degli Interni israeliano — viene applicata la definizione halakhica di ebreo. Quando vi siano dubbi, il Gran Rabbinato di Israele generalmente decide la questione. Ai convertiti che vogliono sposarsi in Israele vengono applicate le regole halachiche ortodosse. In base a tali norme, una conversione all'Ebraismo deve seguire rigorosamente le norme halachiche per essere riconosciuta come valida.

    Questi vanno dagli studi di popolazione genetica si veda la ricerca dell'"Y-cromosomico Aronne" a controverse prospettive evolutive, comprese quelle sostenute da Kevin B. MacDonald e Yuri Slezkine. Il genetista David B. Goldstein, collaboratore dello scienziato italiano Luigi Luca Cavalli-Sforza , ha svolto un'interessante ricerca [88] sulla storia genetica ed il lignaggio degli ebrei, analizzando il DNA di maschi ebrei che evidenziano nei cromosomi Y una discendenza sacerdotale.

    Durante l'Inquisizione in Spagna e in Portogallo tuttavia molti ebrei furono costretti a convertirsi, ma in seguito furono considerati da molte persone, anche se non in una forma giuridica, come "cristiani nuovi" spagnolo: La limpieza de sangre "purezza di sangue" richiedeva ai pubblici ufficiali o a membri candidati a cariche professionali di dimostrare che non avevano antenati ebrei o musulmani.

    Il mondo potrebbe semplicemente concludere che egli non si stia difendendo affatto.

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    Queste definizioni classificavano le persone in base alle rispettive religioni secondo le discendenze ereditarie di ciascun individuo, in base ai registri comunitari di appartenenza. Nella stessa Germania, l' Ahnenpass "Passaporto Ancestrale" e le Leggi di Norimberga classificavano le persone come appartenenti alla razza ebraica, se discendevano da tre o quattro nonni [97] iscritti presso le congregazioni ebraiche.

    Una persona con uno o due nonni iscritti in una congregazione ebraica poteva venir classificato come Mischling meticcio [98] , come incrocio , o di "sangue misto", se la persona in questione non era membro di una congregazione ebraica al tempo della promulgazione delle leggi di Norimberga. Solo le persone con almeno due nonni di "sangue tedesco" potevano essere dichiarati cittadini tedeschi del Terzo Reich , gli altri tedeschi decadevano nel nuovo gruppo di cittadini di seconda classe, i cosiddetti cittadini statali.

    Il problema comunque non esisteva per coloro che avevano tre o quattro nonni ebrei, e che non avrebbero mai potuto alterare la propria "classificazione legale" di ebrei. Qualsiasi Mischling con due nonni ebrei, colloquialmente chiamato mezzo-ebreo, che si coniugava dopo il con persona classificata come ebrea, veniva a rientrare nella classe discriminatoria di "Geltungsjude".

    Un Mischlinge con un nonno ebreo erano di solito interdetti dallo sposare chiunque avesse un nonno ebreo. Secondo il governo nazista, uno non poteva diventare non-ebreo secedendo dalla propria congregazione ebraica, o diventando non praticante, o sposandosi al di fuori della propria religione, o convertendosi al Cristianesimo. Nel le leggi di Norimberga proibivano nuovi matrimoni di persone classificate come ebree con persone di altre classificazioni.

    Matrimoni contratti in precedenza tra coniugi di classificazioni diverse i cosiddetti matrimoni misti: Ci sono stati pochissimi Caraiti in Europa durante il periodo nazista; la maggior parte vivevano in Turchia , Grecia e Crimea. Il regime di Vichy nella Francia meridionale definiva ebrea la persona con tre nonni ebrei o con due nonni ebrei se uno dei coniugi era ebreo. Con la dizione popolo ebraico ebraico: Il concetto di popolo ha un duplice significato: Alcuni ritengono che il concetto di "popolo ebraico" sia un cambiamento di paradigma nella vita ebraica.

    Insistendo sul fatto che la corrente principale della vita ebraica si concentra sul sionismo , si sostiene che la vita ebraica dovrebbe invece concentrarsi ora sul popolo ebraico - secondo le parole del Primo Ministro israeliano Ehud Olmert: Altri sostengono che il concetto di "popolo", o Klal Yisrael , [] ha permeato la vita ebraica per millenni, e il concentrarsi su tale concetto non costituisce un cambiamento di paradigma.

    Il primo uso significativo del concetto di "popolo ebraico" fu proposto dal rabbino Mordecai Kaplan , filosofo del XX secolo , che cercava un termine utile a descrivere la natura complessa dell'appartenenza ebraica. Organizzazioni importanti come le Federazioni Ebraiche del Nord America, la Federazione JFNA di New York , l' Agenzia Ebraica , il Ministero dell'Istruzione israeliano, il Museo della Diaspora, la Fondazione Avi Chai, l' American Jewish Committee e molte altre organizzazioni minori, stanno introducendo il concetto di Popolo come principio organizzatore nelle proprie istituzioni o stanno avviando programmazioni di alto profilo che si concentrano sul concetto di "popolo ebraico".

    Natan Sharansky , presidente dall' Agenzia Ebraica , ha dichiarato che la missione tradizionalmente sionista dell'agenzia ha fatto il suo tempo. Il dibattito intellettuale si domanda: Quali sono le caratteristiche principali che distinguono il concetto di "popolo ebraico" da altri concetti? Le aree di accordo degli intellettuali ebrei che scrivono sul concetto di "popolo ebraico" indicano tre principi unificanti:.

    In combinazione, questi tre principi instillano coerenza nel concetto di "popolo" e offromo un valore aggiunto alle organizzazioni che desiderano creare programmi che consolidino la nozione e coscienza di popolo ebraico in modo sostenibile e misurabile. Ci sono diverse varianti della posizione comunitaria tra gli intellettuali che scrivono sul "popolo ebraico". Oltre agli ebrei stessi, esistono vari altri gruppi che hanno asserito la propria discendenza dagli israeliti biblici. La questione si pone oggi in relazione alla Legge del Ritorno di Israele , con diversi gruppi che cercano di emigrarvi.

    Alcune richieste sono state accettate, altre sono in esame, mentre altre ancora sono state respinte dal Rabbinato israeliano. Alcune fonti affermano che i primi ebrei di Cochin , in India , siano stati coloro che si stabilirono sulla Costa di Malabar durante i tempi di Re Salomone di Israele e dopo che il Regno di Israele si divise in due. Correntemente gli ebrei di Cochin sono emigrati principalmente in Israele. I Bene Israel assomigliano ai non ebrei Maratti di aspetto e di usanze, il che indica la tendenza a matrimoni misti tra ebrei e indiani.

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