tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571055663184272276.post7944745159505223033..comments2023-07-09T07:45:50.552-07:00Comments on Socialism and/or barbarism: Roman letter 2 (On Gramsci and scattering)ECWhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02142600295759704786noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571055663184272276.post-42258857327317761122010-07-19T04:57:06.222-07:002010-07-19T04:57:06.222-07:00E.
I read your missive after visiting, following ...E.<br /><br />I read your missive after visiting, following an absence of years, a cemetery in north London, scattered with crosses, angels and urns all cast askew by roots and trees that seem to be at once dying and proliferating. Ironically, its most famous tenant is the founder of the Salvation Army - the secret name of the communist party for its nemeses liberal and theological... At the crossways of paths barely etched through the gothic greenery, some await company, others, from their tone and purpose, seem to be discussing matters political - later, as I sit reading about workerists battling against fumes and for autonomy in Porto Marghera, a communist Kurdish demo rolls through the narrow street, which is cordoned and uncordoned by council workers with movements so seamless that I imagine (or rather, remember, from my previous time in this neighbourhood) that it is a periodic occurrence. <br /><br />You seem to be alone in mentioning Jemma's Arcipelago (only one copy in an Italian library...) but he was apparently the author of an adolescent adventure tale involving a crashed plane, a radioactive phenomenon and a hurricane, L'isola dimenticata, whose protagonists last words are: 'The island is coming towards me'. Perhaps, it's a whole archipelago.<br /><br />A.Savonarolahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08601032824561603860noreply@blogger.com