<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841</id><updated>2024-10-05T04:00:45.001+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tlön</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Rimbaud&quot;&gt;Des faibles se mettraient à penser sur la première lettre de l&#39;alphabet,&lt;br&gt; qui pourraient vite ruer dans la folie!&lt;/a&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>185</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-9146830826857520600</id><published>2019-12-14T00:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2019-12-14T00:22:04.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Una vita surreale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Mi è sempre piaciuto Franz Kafka. Ma mai avrei immaginato di impersonare Joseph K.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/9146830826857520600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/9146830826857520600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2019/12/una-vita-surreale.html' title='Una vita surreale'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-6047811518405157670</id><published>2018-09-30T00:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2018-09-30T00:22:34.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Io allo specchio continuo a guardarmi</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Altri, invece, usano l&#39;arroganza e disprezzano i fatti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Si legano a questo o quel carro pur di fare un po&#39; di carriera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Si comportano come se l&#39;etica valesse soltanto per gli altri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Dividono il mondo in buoni e cattivi, bravi e incapaci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;(seconda parte di&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2017/04/potere-e-comando.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&quot;Potere e comando&quot;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/6047811518405157670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/6047811518405157670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2018/09/io-allo-specchio-continuo-guardarmi.html' title='Io allo specchio continuo a guardarmi'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-2379870574686738418</id><published>2017-10-01T00:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2017-10-01T00:32:58.113+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Domenica, 10 anni fa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Mamma e papà vennero a pranzo a Ponzano, dove abitavamo Anna e io. Papà era un po&#39; debole, come ormai gli accadeva da qualche mese, ma sorrise come mai gli avevo visto fare da molte settimane. Dopo mezzanotte Nicola mi chiamò dall&#39;ospedale. Arrivammo e lo trovammo seduto con mamma fuori da una stanza. Ormai si era tutto compiuto.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/2379870574686738418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/2379870574686738418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2017/10/domenica-10-anni-fa.html' title='Domenica, 10 anni fa'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikyEiqpHzI1B9J9QWFb5ZMshdGmlQf7ov2D68uMcDQINEyClY0qiocQrOg4eDskwZR5s1iz55ZeuoczWY2viajRb2CjOP85djc_mfq5XfGDsF1D58YVrtciAWbGUuYxpey7UMdog/s72-c/Schermata+2017-10-01+alle+00.16.51.png" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-8024060234946143916</id><published>2017-04-17T00:19:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2017-04-17T00:20:57.227+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Potere e comando</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Aver la possibilità di far qualcosa e non farlo. Esercitare un&#39;autorità per dimostrare la propria superiorità. Comandanti e comandati spesso si assomigliano e, a parti invertite, si comporterebbero nello stesso modo, a dispetto di quello che dicono.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/8024060234946143916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/8024060234946143916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2017/04/potere-e-comando.html' title='Potere e comando'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-6313920666223903727</id><published>2012-12-08T00:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-12-08T03:16:59.645+01:00</updated><title type='text'>L&#39;illusione della libertà</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;L&#39;uomo&lt;/span&gt; è &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;smisuratamente &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;presuntuoso, tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;da &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;essere riuscito a credere &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;nella libertà &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;e nella possibilità di poter sempre decidere fra al&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;meno due strade diverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Invece è soltanto la nostra limitatezza che ci impedisce di sapere quale sarà il nostro futuro (in una vita e in un ambiente &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;visti&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt; con le lenti di un tempo l&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;ineare).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/6313920666223903727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/6313920666223903727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2012/12/lillusione-della-liberta.html' title='L&#39;illusione della libertà'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-1387566436668069244</id><published>2012-12-01T00:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-12-01T12:02:44.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La medicina e l&#39;invenzione degli ammalati</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;La medicina è nemica della natura: cerca di alterare il ciclo della vita e della morte (sempre che non abbia ragione &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.adelphi.it/libro/9788845904615&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Emanuele Severino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;). E usa persino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Farmaco&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;il veleno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;per far&amp;nbsp;&quot;guarire&quot; coloro che chiama &quot;ammalati&quot; (se non li avesse inventati non potrebbe esistere). Misteri del λόγος&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/1387566436668069244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/1387566436668069244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2012/12/la-medicina-e-linvenzione-degli-ammalati.html' title='La medicina e l&#39;invenzione degli ammalati'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-3831301866880812897</id><published>2012-09-06T00:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2012-09-06T00:16:49.697+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever in my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Sei anni sono passati da quel &lt;a href=&quot;http://treviso.iobloggo.com/2979521/ciao-fratellino&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;6 settembre 2006&lt;/a&gt;. E non capisco davvero T.S. Eliot che scrisse &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.bartleby.com/201/1.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;April is the cruellest month&lt;/a&gt;&quot;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/3831301866880812897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/3831301866880812897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2012/09/forever-in-my-heart.html' title='Forever in my heart'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-2051183999207167299</id><published>2011-10-09T00:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T01:08:51.089+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coincidenze (51 anni e 85 giorni)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Oggi ho la stessa età che aveva &lt;a href=&quot;http://treviso.iobloggo.com/2979521/ciao-fratellino&quot;&gt;Andrea quando morì, il 6 settembre 2006&lt;/a&gt;. Si sentì male la sera prima e poche ore fa anch&#39;io ho avuto un malessere. Ricordo che in ospedale era arrabbiato perché non avrebbe potuto vedere in tv Italia-Francia di calcio. Mi seccherebbe dovermene andare oggi: non tanto per la mia età, ma per il dolore che darei a mamma e perché ho qualche idea da realizzare.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/2051183999207167299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/2051183999207167299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2011/10/coincidenze-51-anni-e-85-giorni.html' title='Coincidenze (51 anni e 85 giorni)'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-2883717331133668567</id><published>2011-09-27T00:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:15:18.506+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parmenide e il sabi, la cultura e la natura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Confinato nell&#39;Occidente, non conosco il senso del sabi, mi è stato detto da una connazionale. È certo e mi spiace molto, così come un giapponese dovrebbe percepire quale tesoro scoprirebbe con lo studio di Parmenide, Spinoza, Kant e Gödel. Non sono sicuro che ne sia consapevole (o qualsiasi altra parola vogliate usare al posto del troppo occidentale &quot;consapevole&quot;). Entrambi abbiamo perduto la natura, questo è certo.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/2883717331133668567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/2883717331133668567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2011/09/parmenide-e-il-sabi-la-cultura-e-la.html' title='Parmenide e il sabi, la cultura e la natura'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-5136649687122244393</id><published>2011-09-06T00:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T00:41:11.658+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La mano e la speranza</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Era più o meno quest&#39;ora: cinque anni fa strinsi stretta la mano di Andrea. Non sapevo che sarebbe stata l&#39;ultima volta e non conoscevo ancora lo strazio di dover dire &quot;Andrea è morto&quot; a mamma e papà che aspettavano a casa, speranzosi e sorridenti.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/5136649687122244393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/5136649687122244393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2011/09/la-mano-e-la-speranza.html' title='La mano e la speranza'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-1063387033067716204</id><published>2011-08-10T00:06:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T16:16:39.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Case, gioielli, azioni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;Il Veneto non è una regione ricca, il Veneto è una regione di persone ricche.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/1063387033067716204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/1063387033067716204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2011/08/case-gioielli-azioni.html' title='Case, gioielli, azioni'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-6730591211907693557</id><published>2011-05-28T00:03:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:08:23.751+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciò che al Gazzettino pensano di internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/dallapasqua/posts/10150205882647268&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 78%;&quot;&gt;Jannacci 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 78%;&quot;&gt;: Quelli che siccome stai su Facebook sei uno che ha tempo da perdere (e fanno perfino i giornalisti, oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.facebook.com/dallapasqua/posts/10150203797792268&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 78%;&quot;&gt;Quelli che parlano del &quot;popolo di internet&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 78%;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt; come se internet fosse una cosa strana e lontana da loro, abitata da una strana setta, e non un ambiente che li sta avvolgendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Gli altri usano internet - e soprattutto Facebook - per puro cazzeggio.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/6730591211907693557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/6730591211907693557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2011/05/status-su-facebook-presi-non-caso.html' title='Ciò che al Gazzettino pensano di internet'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-6343429233529600985</id><published>2010-09-21T00:51:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:19:52.777+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tertium datur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;Una mente post parmenidea non può concepire né l&#39;esistenza (o l&#39;essenza) di una divinità né una teoria dell&#39;universo puramente evoluzionista. Una mente post parmenidea non riesce a spiegare il mondo, l&#39;uomo e le relazioni naturali così come sono state intese finora.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/6343429233529600985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/6343429233529600985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2010/09/tertium-datur.html' title='Tertium datur'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-2577987397477633671</id><published>2010-09-12T00:30:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:55:01.296+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Settembre bianco (per ora)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Non è ancora accaduto niente di brutto. Ma il male è &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2009/09/settembre-nero.html&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;sempre in agguato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/2577987397477633671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/2577987397477633671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2010/09/settembre-bianco-per-ora.html' title='Settembre bianco (per ora)'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-4519563797822781143</id><published>2010-09-12T00:22:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T17:55:28.945+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La disumanità della natura</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Il senso di umanità, di cui noi civilizzati facciamo un punto d&#39;orgoglio, è quanto di più lontano esista dall&#39;organizzazione che si è data la cosiddetta natura, così crudele che qualunque dittatore al confronto è una persona compassionevole.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/4519563797822781143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/4519563797822781143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2010/09/la-disumanita-della-natura.html' title='La disumanità della natura'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-792503542492813122</id><published>2010-08-15T00:18:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T00:22:26.600+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Parole vecchie: newspaper e giornale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 85%;&quot;&gt;In italiano &quot;giornale&quot; ha dentro di sé la periodicità quotidiana, in inglese &quot;newspaper&quot; la materia con cui a lungo sono stati fatti i giornali, la carta. In pochi anni sono diventate parole sbagliate; o almeno molto, molto vecchie.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/792503542492813122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/792503542492813122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2010/08/parole-vecchie-newspaper-e-giornale.html' title='Parole vecchie: newspaper e giornale'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-3105870596476808764</id><published>2010-08-15T00:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:17:27.041+02:00</updated><title type='text'>L&#39;importanza di un articolo per la civiltà</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Noi diciamo &quot;internet&quot;, inglesi e americani dicono &quot;the internet&quot;. Per noi è una parola nuova, così come per loro, ma loro colgono subito l&#39;etimologia, per questo ci mettono quell&#39;articolo così importante per rendere concreto (o meno astratto, scegliete voi) il significato di quelle otto lettere essenziali per la civiltà moderna.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/3105870596476808764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/3105870596476808764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2010/08/limportanza-di-un-articolo-per-la.html' title='L&#39;importanza di un articolo per la civiltà'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-3286156589079132531</id><published>2010-08-15T00:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T00:09:09.780+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ossessioni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot;  style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Ci sono periodi della vita dominati da un pensiero o da una parola. Sono mesi che la morte attraversa quotidianamente la mia mente e il mio cuore, più volte al giorno.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/3286156589079132531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/3286156589079132531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2010/08/ossessioni.html' title='Ossessioni'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-9074789794936559018</id><published>2010-08-12T01:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T01:21:45.332+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tlön torna all&#39;ora solare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Da &quot;&lt;a href=&quot;http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2005/01/wittgenstein-in-amazzonia.html&quot;&gt;Wittgenstein in Amazzonia&lt;/a&gt;&quot; del 30 gennaio 2005 avevo scritto tutti i post fra l&#39;una e le due di notte. L&#39;età che avanza (per altri sarebbero la maturità o l&#39;incipiente vecchiaia) mi ha indotto a cambiare: d&#39;ora in poi pubblicherò fra mezzanotte e l&#39;una.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/9074789794936559018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/9074789794936559018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2010/08/tlon-torna-allora-solare.html' title='Tlön torna all&#39;ora solare'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-2601488731063322389</id><published>2010-08-12T01:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T01:16:58.518+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quegli strani cattolici capitalisti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Siamo in un tempo nel quale la parola comunismo per molti, per moltissimi, è una bestemmia. Anche per molti cattolici, che hanno scordato che le idee di base del comunismo sono molto più vicine a Gesù Cristo e a San Francesco di quelle del capitalismo.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/2601488731063322389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/2601488731063322389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2010/08/quegli-strani-cattolici-capitalisti_12.html' title='Quegli strani cattolici capitalisti'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-1630590700548885894</id><published>2010-08-06T01:01:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T01:24:35.208+02:00</updated><title type='text'>La Chiesa e la sua eterea giustizia sociale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;La Chiesa cattolica è disposta a venire (metaforicamente) alle mani per difendere la sua dottrina morale (da aborto e divorzio in poi i casi sono innumerevoli), ma non è mai altrettanto energica con la propria dottrina sociale ed economica, che il marxismo ha imitato, almeno per quanto riguarda molti principi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/1630590700548885894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/1630590700548885894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2010/08/la-chiesa-e-quelleterea-giustizia.html' title='La Chiesa e la sua eterea giustizia sociale'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-8092192099088159179</id><published>2010-08-04T01:34:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T01:50:37.887+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Il paradosso dell&#39;ecologia insostenibile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Mi riesce difficile capire come mai chi è più attivo nella raccolta differenziata dei rifiuti finisca spesso per pagare tariffe più elevate. C&#39;è qualcosa che non torna in questo business dell&#39;ecologia.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/8092192099088159179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/8092192099088159179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2010/08/il-paradosso-dellecologia-insostenibile.html' title='Il paradosso dell&#39;ecologia insostenibile'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-6181187921292041309</id><published>2009-09-02T01:19:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T03:35:17.763+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Settembre nero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;6 settembre 2006: muore mio fratello Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;30 settembre 2007 (anche se il certificato ufficiale parla di mezz&#39;ora dopo la mezzanotte): muore papà.&lt;br /&gt;30 settembre 2008: muore Miła, la gattina adorata.&lt;br /&gt;Se dovesse accadermi qualcosa, prendetevi cura di Anna. Amatela come la amo io.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/6181187921292041309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/6181187921292041309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2009/09/settembre-nero.html' title='Settembre nero'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-3977894866155213181</id><published>2008-12-29T01:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:50:48.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi cambio il pelo ed esco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Guardo Zefiro (il cucciolo di gatto portato a casa a novembre dopo che Miła era morta il 30 settembre), lo vedo uscire in terrazza e rientrare impassibile. Mi chiedo se siamo soltanto noi gli animali inferiori costretti a coprirci per proteggerci dal freddo o a toglierci gli abiti che indossiamo di solito per sopportare il caldo.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/3977894866155213181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/3977894866155213181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2008/12/mi-cambio-il-pelo-ed-esco.html' title='Mi cambio il pelo ed esco'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10490841.post-1023000695227251887</id><published>2008-12-29T01:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T02:17:26.030+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sniper vs. tenente Colombo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:85%;&quot;&gt;Non esiste il delitto veramente perfetto, esiste il delitto casualmente perfetto&lt;/span&gt;.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/1023000695227251887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10490841/posts/default/1023000695227251887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pierremenard.blogspot.com/2008/12/killer-vs-tenente-colombo.html' title='Sniper vs. tenente Colombo'/><author><name>aleph</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14105514247115312044</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/75/212147874_e2b766a8f3_t.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>