We speak today of poetry and songs. It was so much that I wanted to talk about the King Enzo On the contrary, Roberto Vecchioni not rank among the poets, if anything, without wanting to offend, among middle school teachers of poetry, absolutely deleterious, in every sense, because ; At first the boys away from a practice among the most ancient and noble, both because of the lack seriousness with which the teaching is due to sag of the poetic value to the intelligence of teachers almost always moderate-poets. More or less.
not to send her to say, has not won in San Remo poetry, but a professor of poetry, which is different, very different. Flack, wrote songs that we all know how beautiful lights at San Siro, it is not Leonard Cohen, and for that matter is not even Tricarico, that if you really wanted to win the poetry stood at hand, albeit with a less successful one of his songs (if they wanted to win the most beautiful song, which never happens, but did win La Crus).
They wanted to win Roberta Flack, I think, because poetry is manageable, reliable, exploitable. If not for the singer professor was quick to dedicate the victory to the women and civil society.
a long time and somehow I know that the Italian show business is all in the hands of powers who seek to direct public opinion in favor of values \u200b\u200bthat underlie their interests, even those not fully transparent (everyone knows that so-called mafia is behind the success of some artists from Naples, being that they have financed the birth and, in some cases, we have come even know that small bosses are songwriters of the now internationally renowned artists themselves). My doubt is that the song of Flack is not just a song, that hides it contained only known in certain circles, content produced and distributed for propaganda purposes. In this sense, I think, one of the chief mandate of the Italian song, Mario Luzzatto Fegiz corrierone on the powers in place that one can not speak evil, speak evil of capitalism rather stinky ... Vecchioni ranked first on the day after its debut in San Remo. I say content cryptic in the sense that the song probably say to those who must listen, I guess for a good, common things that we are beyond immortal. A little 'as the Viva Verdi period of insurgency, which meant, as we all know, living Victor Emmanuel King of Italy . Already yesterday we began to write that you do not know who is reported bastard who is always in the sun text contained in the mediocre wrapped in the word LOVE . Benigni also, the king of showbusiness embedded, always talking about love, making strange turn a blind eye, by practitioners of Dante Alighieri, what he said a century ago, the scholar Luigi Valli in his "The secret language of Dante and the Faithful Love, "meaning that when Dante and the poets of the stil novo speak of love, is it difficult for them to political activism which relate, not the beautiful women always fall in love in vain or vain poets themselves.
Let the songs-poems. When I see and read these poets hour complaining that their books sell so little, citing, poetry no longer of interest to anyone, irritated me. Sometimes I say to them patiently that you can not take poetry to the people, even art, provided it has been produced for them, as any cathedral. In fact, the boys start again what is clumsily removed from the school door, coming back from the window song, listening to bad singers are poets, and visitors come to our own, the first of Fabrizio De André.
But if we want to talk about poetry in the songs, one should speak of the best ten minutes of television in 2010. I refer the participation of the Re Enzo concertone of May 1. Only on stage, singing a cappella, accompanied with hand-clapping on a chair, the old boy was able to move hundreds of thousands of people in the streets and in front of the TV screen I do not know how many, myself among those who ignore the existence of 'Apulian artist. I thought the left-wing newspapers, TV programs and given to the cultural left, he hurried to recover the lost time to make the Re Enzo, a few weeks, a poet known by all as clearly deserves, after all who knows many years. But no, as miserable and worse than ever, they have remained silent, proving once again that they have to sink primaditutto culture, obscuring any artistic gesture contains natural vitality, possibly linked to the popular imagination and needs. Why?
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