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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cFR34-fyp7ImA9WhRWEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274115</id><updated>2011-12-30T19:50:16.057+01:00</updated><title>Pellegrino stanco, in cerca della Mecca</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://antoninoreitano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://antoninoreitano.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>xx</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/PellegrinoStancoInCercaDellaMecca" /><feedburner:info uri="pellegrinostancoincercadellamecca" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMERnsyfip7ImA9WhRWEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21274115.post-8818999782493245212</id><published>2011-04-06T10:07:00.024+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T15:53:27.596+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-29T15:53:27.596+01:00</app:edited><title>L'onore, la patria e la fede nell'ultimo Marinetti</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ygf-yJzRB8/TZwfgdtCCGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rDM40HteP9o/s1600/marinetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592379479877093474" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3ygf-yJzRB8/TZwfgdtCCGI/AAAAAAAAAWM/rDM40HteP9o/s200/marinetti.jpg" style="float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 130px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;«Nella senilità cade l’illusione di sentirsi meccanico, quando si è in realtà soltanto carne piangente ciò che riluce è l’essere vivo e giunti alla fine sperare il principio: vivere ancora…» A. REITANO&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Giordano Bruno Guerri in &lt;em&gt;Filippo Tommaso Marinetti&lt;/em&gt; (Mondadori, 2009) ha dedicato un capitolo, il più importante, a &lt;em&gt;L’onore, la patria e la fede nell’ultimo Marinetti&lt;/em&gt;, parafrasandone alcune delle pagine più suggestive: «A Filippo Tommaso Marinetti piacerebbe sapere che l’ultimo anno della sua vita -tragico e desolato- ha suscitato l’emozione di un giovane, sessanta anni dopo. Antonino Reitano ha scritto un bel libro futuristeggiante che esplora il dramma di un uomo che scelse, sapendolo, la parte perdente».&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;L’onore, la patria e la fede nell’ultimo Marinetti&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
(&lt;strong&gt;per acquistare il libro&amp;nbsp;scrivi a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;antoninoreitano@hotmail.it)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Piano dell'opera&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I. Revolverata: la vita esplosiva di Filippo Tommaso Marinetti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Nella mia fine è il mio principio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dalla nascita agli anni Trenta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Ti sento viva o mia Memoria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;La voce del giovane eroe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;II. A cercar la bella morte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Con gli occhi di Ezra Pound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Cozzarini primo eroe repubblicano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Dell’aeropoema e del linguaggio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Junio Valerio Borghese marò &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Il Quarto d’ora di poesia della X Mas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;III. Illusione di sentirsi meccanico quando si è in realtà soltanto carne piangente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Il superumanismo dannunziano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;L’uomo è uno Stato o nulla &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;IV. Conclusioni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;V. Documentazione fotografica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;VI. Bibliografia essenziale (1942-1944)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21274115-8818999782493245212?l=antoninoreitano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;So tra le tue braccia di essere a casa,&lt;br /&gt;
dalle solitudini, viandante, giunsi a te;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;al tuo abbraccio, che ha alleviato il mio cammino,&lt;br /&gt;
due arti che la mia vita cingono a sé:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;come barca versa sulla spiaggia,&lt;br /&gt;
la cui chiglia dalla brezza è accarezzata,&lt;br /&gt;
dai mari in tempesta non più.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;(di ANTONINO REITANO, in &lt;em&gt;Ccu ttia lu sonnu miu pessi la paci&lt;/em&gt;, 2005)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21274115-857481653920152278?l=antoninoreitano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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