Author: leonardo clausi

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Magic and Loss

When you pass through the fire, you pass through humble
You pass through a maze of self doubt
When you pass through humble, the lights can blind you
Some people never figure that out
You pass through arrogance, you pass through hurt
You pass through an ever present past
And it’s best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light
Pass through the fire to the light
Pass through the fire to the light
It’s best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light
As you pass through the fire, your right hand waving
There are things you have to throw out
That caustic dread inside your head will never help you out
You have to be very strong ’cause you’ll start from zero
over and over again
And as the smoke clears there’s an all consuming fire
Lying straight ahead
Lying straight ahead
Lying straight ahead
As the smoke clears there’s an all consuming fire
Lying straight ahead
They say no one person can do it all
But you want to in your head
But you can’t be Shakespeare and you can’t be Joyce
So what is left instead
You’re stuck with yourself and a rage that can hurt you
You have to start at the beginning again
And just this moment
This wonderful fire started up again
When you pass through humble, when you pass through sickly
When you pass through, I’m better than you all
When you pass through anger and self deprecation
And have the strength to acknowledge it all
When the past makes you laugh and you can savor the magic
That let you survive your own war
You find that that fire is passion
And there’s a door up ahead, not a wall
As you pass through fire, as you pass through fire
Trying to remember its name
When you pass through fire licking at your lips
You cannot remain the same
And if the building’s burning, move towards that door
But don’t put the flames out
There’s a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out
Some loss to even things out
Some loss to even things out
There’s a bit of magic in everything
And then some loss to even things out
Lou Reed, Magic and Loss (1992)
Writer(s): Michael Rathke, Lou Reed

L’ultima stazione

Oggi, a Firenze, una via crucis di lungo periodo si ferma ad una stazione che speriamo davvero sia il capolinea. Le miserande spoglie del massimo partito comunista occidentale del secondo dopoguerra si riuniscono nell’ennesimo esercizio di immedesimazione/trasformazione nel proprio nemico, avendo abbandonato ogni speranza di batterlo altrimenti.

Che questo partito fosse un povero sonnambulo già dagli anni Settanta è un altro discorso. Era pur sempre un interlocutore. Ma questa kermesse di liquidatori fallimentari intrappolati in un infinito parricidio?

Hanno avuto il migliore come ostetrica e il migliorista come becchino.  Sono il nuovo che avanza (nell’altro senso, quello del rimasuglio).

Meno Renzi, più Lucie.

Ciao Barack, ciao Angela, ci vediamo domani al muretto

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Tra il ridicolo e l’irritante quest’abitudine – non del tutto nuova per la verità – dei grandi quotidiani di chiamare per nome i leader internazionali. Continue reading “Ciao Barack, ciao Angela, ci vediamo domani al muretto”