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Recensione a 22/11/63 di Stephen King apparsa oggi su l'Unità.

Tralascio il piacere e la gioia di sprofondare, ogni volta, in un romanzo di Stephen King. So che è un’esperienza molto condivisa. 
   Nel suo ultimo romanzo Stephen King affronta, senza pensarci troppo su, la questione del viaggio nel tempo. Non si sofferma cioè sui temi tradizionali della fantascienza e delle sue logiche raffinate</atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-macchina-del-tempo-di-stephen-king.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-04KvYP-Zp2o/TyKX8R37WJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/oINJcPv6uZA/s72-c/stephen-king-large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-3372202078585119732</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 18:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-29T18:55:23.406+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Shoah</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amoz Oz</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">antisemitismo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">archivio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lanzmann</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sans papier</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Primo Levi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">giorno della Memoria</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">antisionismo</category><title>C'era una volta la memoria</title><atom:summary>da: http://www.beppesebaste.com/articoli/memoria.html


   C’era una volta la memoria. Non c’era bisogno di impararla a scuola, si trasmetteva quasi da sé, da bocca a orecchio, come le storie. I racconti di chi ci ha preceduto in questo mondo erano più ricchi e avventurosi del Signore degli Anelli, forse perché erano veri, narrati da testimoni reali. “Testimone” viene dal latino, vuol dire “</atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2012/01/cera-una-volta-la-memoria.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-701778172828350579</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2012 00:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-05T01:26:22.232+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">estasi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">corpo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">letteratura</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fantasmi</category><title>La carne dei fantasmi (un frammento buttato e ritrovato)</title><atom:summary>Un frammento ritrovato che vi offro e mi offro, così, per festeggiare non so bene cosa... Lo chiamerei "quando eravamo fantasmi", oppure anche "La carne dei fantasmi"

   ... Come lo spazio senza confini del sogno, o del sonno, solo la fusione dei corpi mi alleggeriva la mente, allargava l’orizzonte e mi allagava il cuore. Solo l’abbraccio, il dilatarsi e fuoriuscire del corpo in tutti i suoi </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-carne-del-fantasma-un-frammento.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-6554937876463884413</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Dec 2011 18:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-17T00:34:19.159+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cinema</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Stefania Scateni</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bernardo Bertolucci</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">set</category><title>Per festeggiare B.B.</title><atom:summary>   Oggi ho rivisto un amico di nuovo al lavoro (in questi ultimi tempi ci eravamo un po' persi di vista a causa, anzi grazie a questo) e che sprizzava di felicità. Si era messo il cappello marrone a falde larghe, un po' da vecchio cow boy elegante, come ha sempre fatto durate le riprese dei film: non per bellezza, ma per ripararsi, mi ha confidato, anche proprio in senso fisico, da quello che (ac</atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/12/per-festeggiare-lamico-bb.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2jceKv2_0vc/TuuKrFrwxaI/AAAAAAAAAPk/a2DeXP0tuhI/s72-c/bernardo+b.+col+cappello.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-2048836290443593581</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 17:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-11T00:24:41.581+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sadhu</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">India</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">maestri</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">devozione</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Folco Terzani</category><title>Ritorno all'evidenza. "A piedi nudi sulla terra" di Folco Terzani</title><atom:summary>“Un passo verso il meno è un passo verso il meglio”, scriveva, mentre lo scopriva, il grande scrittore-viaggiatore Nicolas Bouvier. Se il viaggio è una forma di ascesi spirituale, di spogliamento di sé, tanto più lo è (stato) quello verso l’India - meta tra gli ani ’60 e ‘70 del variopinto mosaico del movimento hippie. Molti si persero, in ogni senso. Molti, nella sperimentale evasione dal mondo </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/12/ritorno-allevidenza-piedi-nudi-sulla.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg3xgyh2UWM/TuOYAsfFuuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/xl7Wb_vZvxc/s72-c/sadhu+offering+arghya.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-441512721488419077</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 10:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-09T23:38:29.488+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dono</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">caffè</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jacques Derrida</category><title>Caffè sospeso: giornata del dono (anonimo)</title><atom:summary>Il dono, scriveva Jacques Derrida, è un paradosso: per essere dono dev'essere sconosciuto sia da chi lo fa che da chi lo riceve. Entrambi dovrebbero ignorarlo (poiché nemmeno l'inconscio si sottrae al circuito economico del debito/credito, dell'obbligo e dell'obbligazione). Ora, non dico che la gloriosa tradizione napoletana del caffè "sospeso" riesca a sfuggirvi, però è la cosa a  mia conoscenza</atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/12/caffe-sospeso-giornata-del-dono-anonimo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HT4mdVMlSzQ/Tt9CvJAUqpI/AAAAAAAAAPU/2wsRmDHZGNc/s72-c/logo_caffesospeso.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-2456691233641800005</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-14T13:41:37.712+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">L'Insurrezione che viene</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">precarietà</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">abitare</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">violenza</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">V per Vendetta</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cortei</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lotta</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crisi</category><title>V per Violenza - "Ho ventotto anni, e sono incazzato... " (sulla manifestazione del 15 ottobre, e altro)</title><atom:summary>Qualche giorno dopo la manifestazione del 15 ottobre (quella famosa perché "hanno sfasciato tutto") ho raccolto questa testimonianza. Ha un sapore e una tonalità (un'autenticità) diverse da quelle uscite a caldo sui giornali (e sulle quali molti dubitano). E' rimasta in sonno qualche tempo, ma ora eccola, sul Venerdì di Repubblica di oggi, 2 dicembre 2011, forse più attuale che mai. Ho preferito </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/12/v-per-violenza-ho-ventotto-anni-e-sono.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mkqv2H1AXpU/TteyxwDNXzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/TalwQaDwWKw/s72-c/15ottobre2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-3307863949365848732</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 10:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-30T11:35:26.729+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vita</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">panchine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scrivere</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fotografia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">storie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Il Fotografo</category><title>Altre panchine... (da "Il Fotografo)</title><atom:summary>
Grazie a Laura Marcolini, per il numero di novembre della rivista Il Fotografo, che pubblica fotografie (piuttosto belle) di panchine mandate dai lettori, ho scritto questo breve testo che appare come introduzione alle pagine (e alle foto):

   Se sedersi su una panchina fa diventare oggi invisibili (per via del tabù sociale e dello sguardo verso chi esibisce la propria libertà, il proprio “ozio</atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/11/altre-panchine-da-il-fotografo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F7vHU2wwXHQ/TtYBBAyzKTI/AAAAAAAAAO8/WljxK7kf7J0/s72-c/panchine-fotografo2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-3983097295438255587</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2011 16:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-26T21:08:55.401+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pascoli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">linguaggio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">poesia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Leopardi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Fondazione Baruchello</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Samuel Beckett</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Buddha</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">filosofia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">deittici</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Gabriele Frasca</category><title>Due domande: “Chi è che viene così?” “Qual è la parola” (Comment dire, What is the Word)</title><atom:summary>[Per una frastagliata serie di associazioni di idee, ritrovo questo intervento, miracolosamente trascritto e salvato (non da me), che feci alla tavola rotonda/seminario collettivo (ognuno doveva portare una domanda), a cura della la Fondazione Baruchello, dal titolo “Dall'arte dalla poesia venti domande per interrogare il mondo”, il 20 ottobre 2004 presso la Casa delle Letterature, nell’ambito di</atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/11/due-domande-chi-e-che-viene-cosi-qual-e.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8LlhATYvnoU/TtFHPeAT0NI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8WmViosr6No/s72-c/zen.taiten.lavoro.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-2584986461085644358</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 10:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-26T20:27:58.529+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">le idee</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bernardo Bertolucci</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Massimo Recalcati</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jean Baudrillard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Chuck Palhaniuk</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Mario Perniola</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">citazioni</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Berlusconi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Antonio Gnoli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Valerio Magrelli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Sessantotto</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">l'Unità</category><title>La vecchia storia de "l''immaginazione al potere" realizzata</title><atom:summary>   Sono usciti due librini, due “pamphlet paradossali”, come li saluta Antonio Gnoli in un articolo ad essi consacrato su Repubblica di ieri 24/11/11: uno del filosofo Mario Perniola (Berlusconi o il 68 realizzato, Mimesis) e l’altro del poeta Valerio Magrelli (Il Sessantotto realizzato da Mediaset, Einaudi). Sono entrambi due vecchi conoscenti e/o amici. Sostengono entrambi in questi libri come </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-vecchia-storia-realizzata-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lgFbnm1Ce8Y/Ts908MS9sNI/AAAAAAAAAOs/DW0tjT5pkOQ/s72-c/il-papino.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-4774627203719191458</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 14:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-19T15:01:08.698+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">MurakamiAruki</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Carl Gustav Jung</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">letteratura</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Philip K. Dick</category><title>L'ombra della salvezza (omaggio a Murakami Aruki)</title><atom:summary>
In uscita domani (domenica 20 novembre) sulle pagine della cultura de l'Unità:

   Ci sono autori il cui nome resta “legato”, nel senso anche di un’eredità, alla scoperta di una nuova dimensione e di un nuovo sentire. E’ così, per esempio, che il mondo si è arricchito di situazioni kafkiane o pirandelliane, personaggi gogoliani e paesaggi urbani che ci sembrano quadri di Edward Hopper o </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/11/lombra-della-salvezza-omaggio-murakami.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKIRuKtS0rs/Tse1fNLB86I/AAAAAAAAAOk/_H4GOELkIBg/s72-c/murakami.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-889571062596731024</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2011 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-13T20:18:37.122+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pierre Lemaitre</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paul Verhoeven</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">romanzi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gialli</category><title>"Alex" - una breve recensione</title><atom:summary>   Così come l’ho letto, segnalo volentieri il romanzo “giallo” Alex di Pierre Lemaitre. Chi è? Dopo una carriera consacrata all’insegnamento della letteratura e della comunicazione, Pierre Lemaitre è oggi un romanziere francese di successo, oltre che sceneggiatore per cinema e tv. Ha scritto thriller e polizieschi assai violenti, e tra i suoi ascendenti letterari si fanno i nomi di James Ellroy </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/11/alex-una-breve-recensione.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-1376999302187404974</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-10T18:41:27.924+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luigi Ghirri</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paola Ghirri</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vita</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">archivio</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bob Dylan</category><title>La custode della luce si è spenta (l'addio a Paola Ghirri di Stefania Scateni su l'Unità)</title><atom:summary>[Un articolo che mi ha commosso da l'Unità di oggi, 10 novembre 2011, firmato da Stefania Scateni]:

   Se n’è andata l’altro ieri dopo una lunga malattia Paola Ghirri, l’altra metà di Luigi Ghirri, il fotografo della luce e dei paesaggi. L’altra metà in tutti i sensi: entrambi «incantati perenni», Paola e Luigi hanno collaborato sempre, da una parte la sapienza grafica e organizzativa di lei, </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/11/la-custode-della-luce-si-e-spenta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-7273586862940161253</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 09:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-13T20:40:14.950+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Luigi Ghirri</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Paola Ghirri</category><title>per Paola, scritto di getto...</title><atom:summary>Una grande amica se ne è andata poco fa. Faceva deliziosi trompe l'oeil, ed è stata per anni la preziosa compagna, collaboratrice e moglie di un artista, maestro del vedere e dell'abitare, ma che non poteva separarsi da lei per più di 24 ore. non ho nessun dubbio che il suo sorriso ora sarà puro e vero e libero dalla sofferenza che ha provato negli ultimi mesi di malattia, e che riprenderà il suo</atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/11/per-paola-scritto-di-getto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbGIMLlXMo8/TrpKh72xEQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Xq7qZnYexhs/s72-c/Polignano_a_mare_Puglia1987.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-4680367306285097324</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 18:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-04T09:04:59.514+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">racconti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">elenchi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">gli scomparsi</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">i morti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">la puttana russa</category><title>Giorno dei morti</title><atom:summary>...
Dei morti e degli scomparsi - perché è la stessa cosa. Anche la puttana russa di Viareggio che vent’anni fa nuotava nel mare e che non rivedrò mai più.
La visione di lei che volteggia come una bambina tra le onde, io la guardo dalla spiaggia. Quel suo brutto costume verde, il top dal colore sbagliato, e lei così felice, bellissima, come se fosse la prima volta che vedeva il mare. Lei che </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/11/giorno-dei-morti.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-4384986526523061310</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2011 08:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-02T09:25:50.682+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crisi finanziaria</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">popoli</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crisi</category><title>Vertigini (popoli, governi e crisi finanziaria)</title><atom:summary>"Nel modo peggiore, nel peggior contesto e con le peggiori conseguenze possibili per tutti noi, Papandreu solleva l'unica vera questione. Totalmente tabù e finora perfino rimossa. Impossibile da formulare tanto è vertiginosa e terrificante per chi ci governa. E' questa semplice domanda: che cosa pensano i popoli della brutale cura di austerità che sta per abbattersi su di essi? Grazie ai Greci, </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/11/vertigini-popoli-governi-e-crisi.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-7273095550941962939</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Oct 2011 13:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-26T14:01:14.911+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politica</category><title>Commento politico</title><atom:summary /><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/10/commento-politico.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r81QlnQb0E0/TqgEcqxIqYI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/OR-plbeu7k0/s72-c/bastava+non+votarlo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-6567913054552929555</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2011 21:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-19T23:01:43.904+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cinema</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emanuele Crialese</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Yasmina Reza</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">clandestini</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">RomanPolanski</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">narrare</category><title>Terraferma &amp; Carnage</title><atom:summary>
   Ho visto Terraferma di Emanuele Crialese e l’ho trovato bellissimo. Ho visto Carnage di Roman Polanski e sono stato deluso. Questa critica si rivolge però alla critica (cinematografica), a volte pretestuosa e spocchiosa, che proietta sui film i propri vizi di superficialità e schematismo.

   Penso ad esempio all’accusa di estetismo al film di Crialese: a parte che è il film meno estetico del</atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/10/terraferma-carnage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bltt9eXaNTw/TpdX5yLJrCI/AAAAAAAAAOI/N5vuuQuemJg/s72-c/una-scena-del-film-terraferma-di-emanuele-crialese-210594.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-4909962726850468828</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Oct 2011 12:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-11T15:02:34.992+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">biblioteche</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scrittura</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">"carta batte forbice"</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">letture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">letteratura</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">corsi di scrittura</category><title>Biblioteca nomade</title><atom:summary>  [ Nella primavera del 2003, a Parma dove vissi per un periodo, pubblicai sul giornale locale una descrizione e argomentazione di una rassegna di incontri con amici scrittori che mi ero trovato a curare. Il testo è questo che segue. Lo recupero e lo dedico idealmente all'incontro che si svolge oggi a Roma alla Biblioteca Nazionale, Carte batte forbice ("contro i tagli alla cultura, per le </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/10/biblioteca-nomade.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-209827551101678902</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2011 10:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-05T14:30:08.933+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">diario</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">racconti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beppe sebaste</category><title>Diario d'ottobre (1). Le prostitute di Reggio</title><atom:summary>[E' un esperimento, in attesa del nuovo sito-blog, che è pronto da tempo ma ancora non mi decido ad attivarlo. Un diario. Che mentalmente mi sostituisce la rubrica che non scrivo più sull'Unità. Privato-pubblico. Un brogliaccio di note. Senza nessuna censura. Né, spero, autocensura.]

1° ottobre (Reggio Emilia)   “Si prostituiscono per comprare la casa in Romania”.   E’ il titolo più strillato </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/10/diario-dottobre-1-le-prostitute-di.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-2007042308216794431</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 07:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-30T08:44:09.433+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bellezza</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">apparenza</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tv</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">miss italia</category><title>Italia oggi - l'inutile sacrificio dell'apparire (sul concorso di miss Italia)</title><atom:summary>   Due estati fa, visitando la borgata poverissima dell’Idroscalo di Ostia, oggi demolita dalle ruspe del sindaco Alemanno, fui spettatore casuale del concorso di Miss Idroscalo (credo che lo vinse una bellissima adolescente mulatta). Un mondo condannato a sparire giocava con la magia dell’apparire: la sfilata avveniva su una pedana di legno improvvisata, sotto luci rubate dai pali elettrici. La </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/09/italia-oggi-linutile-sacrificio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-2728860419666110267</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Sep 2011 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-20T11:42:34.810+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prigionia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">infinito</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Divino</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">filosofia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ospitalità</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">etica</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trascendenza</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Levinas</category><title>Le prigioni di Levinas</title><atom:summary>I disegni sono di M. Tom Dieck, tratti da Levinas/Dieck, Le visage de l'autre, Seuil 2001

Non è molto agevole parlare in un giornale dell’opera di Emmanuel Levinas - “maestro travestito da filosofo”, scrissi, “ebreo travestito da greco”, scrisse Jacques Derrida. Fondazione di un’etica che ha aperto e ecceduto la filosofia verso l’esperienza dell’altro, degli altri, in una tensione trascendentale</atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/09/le-prigioni-di-levinas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8YoljPnnmw8/TneGp35QRwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/snaxla3jS6M/s72-c/levinas+disegni.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-6900757639515479262</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Sep 2011 09:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-18T22:29:34.823+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sunday morning</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beppe sebaste</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">l'Unità</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">storie</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lou Reed</category><title>Rewind: la mia prima rubrica su l'Unità, "Sunday morning" (2002)</title><atom:summary>
Su l'Unità diretta da Furio Colombo, il 4 agosto 2002 avviai una rubrica domenicale, Sunday morning. (Poi la cessai... poi ne feci un'altra, I Lunedì al sole, ecc.ecc., ma è un'altra storia...).
Questa che segue è la rubrica n. 1, la prima, di apertura - senza nostalgia, solo riguardo (be kind, rewind). Ah, il logo era tratto da un dettaglio di questo quadro a olio di Cathy Josefowitz, Breakfast</atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/09/rewind-la-mia-prima-rubrica-su-lunita.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8xMzaTkYEVk/TnW94JxmE_I/AAAAAAAAAOA/LnjLJXH5PMg/s72-c/Breakfast+%25281989%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-5400260322594342568</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Aug 2011 07:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-16T16:38:37.008+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parole</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">racconti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mondo</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beppe sebaste</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Niente di tutto questo mi appartiene</category><title>Parole, mondo, claustrofobia</title><atom:summary>   (Rileggo questo frammento - uno dei corsivi che intervallano i racconti di una mia vecchia raccolta - Niente di tutto questo mi appartiene, Feltrinelli 1994 (esaurito) - ritrovando una prima, forse ingenua formulazione della mia claustrofobia. Allora non c'era Internet, né il suo oceano di parole orientate, cioè già inconsciamente pubblicitarie e schiave di una rappresentazione del mondo </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/08/parole-mondo-claustrofobia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1380088116780224528.post-9118627907557880888</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Aug 2011 14:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-08-17T15:23:08.230+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sacro</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">per grazia ricevuta</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">scrittura</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">racconti</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ex-voto</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">città</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">muri</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">passeggiate</category><title>Ex voto (Per Grazia Ricevuta)</title><atom:summary>   Non solo writers e graffitari scrivono sui muri di Roma. E non solo su Internet ci sono bacheche su cui lasciare tracce. Esistono scritture pubbliche e anonime di chi testimonia non tanto la propria esistenza, ma il proprio stupore, il sacro, la preghiera. Parlo di quei ringraziamenti al Divino, spesso impersonato dalla Madonna, cui si attribuiscono miracolose salvezze e guarigioni: gli ex </atom:summary><link>http://beppesebaste.blogspot.com/2011/08/ex-voto-per-grazia-ricevuta.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beppe Sebaste)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tpL5wOb0ZA8/TkvORkyL_UI/AAAAAAAAAN8/baXBVD0AVds/s72-c/pgr2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

