I'd been a loner all my life. Never had time for other people. Then I came to live in Sicily and my life changed. I came in contact with so many people so unbelievably good that they managed to change my outlook on social life. Now I am very much changed and considerably more social. This is due to many people, but the largest share for this change is thanks to the first friend I made here, Chiara. This haiku is for her:
un raggio di luce
I still believe in the resilience of the human heart and the essential validity of love;I still believe that connections between people can be made and that the spirits which inhabit us sometimes touch. I still believe that the cost of these connections is horribly, outrageously high... and I still believe that the value received far outweighs the price which must be paid.
Quello che segue è l'inizio di un romanzo di Stephen King, "Duma Key". Secondo me è uno dei migliori brani mai scritti!
Come fare un disegno?
Si comincia con uno spazio bianco. Non dev'essere necessariamente carta o tela, ma secondo me dev'essere bianco. Noi diciamo bianco perché abbiamo bisogno di una parola, ma la definizone giusta è «niente». Il nero è l'assenza della luce, ma il bianco è l'assenza della memoria, il colore del non ricordo. Come ricordiamo di ricordare? Bisogna stabilire l'orizzonte. Bisogna segnare il bianco. Un atto abbastanza semplice, direte, ma ogni atto che rifà il mondo è eroico.
You may wonder about long-term solutions. I assure you, there are none. All wounds are mortal. Take what's given. You sometimes get a little slack in the rope but the rope always has an end. So what? Bless the slack and don't waste your breath cursing the drop. A grateful heart knows that in the end we all swing.
Start with a blank surface. It doesn't have to be paper or canvas, but I feel it should be white. We call it white because we need a word, but its true name is nothing. Black is the absence of light, but white is the absence of memory, the color of can't remember.
How do we remember to remember? You have to establish the horizon. You have to mark the white. A simple enough act, you might say, but any act that re-makes the world is heroic.
Imagine a little girl, hardly more than a baby. She fell from a carriage almost ninety years ago, struck her head on a stone, and forgot everything. Not just her name; everything! And then one day she recalled just enough to pick up a pencil and make the first hesitant mark across the white. A horizon line, sure. But also a slot for the blackness to pour through.
Still, imagine that small hand lifting the pencil ... hesitating ... and then marking the white. Imagine the courage of that first effort to re-establish the world by picturing it.
I will always love that little girl, in spite of all she has cost me. I must. I have no choice.
Pensi davvero che ... che è debolezza cedere alla tentazione? Vi dico che ci sono tentazioni terribili, cedere alle quali richiede forza, forza e coraggio. Mettere in gioco tutta la vita in un solo momento, rischiare tutto in un tiro, che il premio sia potenza o piacere, non m'importa - non c'è debolezza in questo.
Do you really think ... that it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations that it requires strength, strength and courage, to yield to. To stake all one's life on a single moment, to risk everything on one throw, whether the stake be power or pleasure, I care not -- there is no weakness in that.
There are always worse things waiting. You think you have seen the most terrible thing, the one that coalesces all your nightmares into a freakish horror that actually exists, and the only consolation is that there can be nothing worse. Even if there is, your mind will snap at the sight of it, and you will know no more. But there is worse, your mind does not snap, and somehow you carry on. You might understand that all the joy has gone out of the world for you, you might wish you were the one who was dead - but you go on. You might realize that you are in a hell of your own making, but you go on nevertheless. Because there is nothing else to do.