Providence

Social Gesture

Provenience

Of mixed-class parents

Marcia Tucker

Humour is the single most subversive weapon we have.

At Home

Symbolic Interactionism

Studded

Autonomist Brain Studies

suite concerto

Adagio, Andante, Allegro non troppo, Allegro giocoso ma no troppo vivace, Allegro molto vivace,

 Allegrissimo

Accato' !

and on elinor wylie !

"I expected a ravishing and diaphanous dragonfly... and came tiptoe into the room to find -- a solid hunk; a hatchet-minded, cadaverous, acid voiced, bareboned, spavined, patriotic, nasal, thick legged American."

Woolf on Joyce paha

"I finished Ulysses, & think it a mis-fire. Genius it has I think; but
of the inferior water. The book is diffuse. It is brackish. It is pretentious.
It is underbred, not only in the obvious sense, but in the
literary sense. A first rate writer, I mean, respects writing too much
to be tricky; startling; doing stunts. I’m reminded all the time of
some callow board school boy . . . full of wits & powers, but so
self- conscious & egotistical that he loses his head, becomes extravagant,
mannered, uproarious, ill at ease, makes kindly people feel
sorry for him, & stern ones merely annoyed; & one hopes he’ll
grow out of it; but as Joyce is 40 this scarcely seems likely."

desultory

ˈdɛs(ə)lt(ə)ri,-z-/

adjective

adjective: desultory

1.

lacking a plan, purpose, or enthusiasm.

"a few people were left, dancing in a desultory fashion"

synonyms:

casual, half-hearted, lukewarm, cursory, superficial, token, perfunctory, passing, incidental, sketchy, haphazard, random, aimless, rambling, erratic, unmethodical, unsystematic, automatic, unthinking, capricious, mechanical, offhand, chaotic, inconsistent, irregular, intermittent, occasional, sporadic, inconstant, fitful "the Commission took only a desultory interest in humane slaughter methods"

The Emergent Self

"Only thoughts and feelings", Woolf wrote to Katherine Mansfield, "no cups and tables." 

Ecco e rondini !

 
Basaglia: Signori, cala il sipario sul teatro della follia. Oggi il manicomio chiude...

Dario Matto Falegname: Sior Basaglia, la saluto! 

Basaglia: Non hai piu paura adesso? 

Dario Matto Falegname: No, fora e dentr x me e' la stessa minestra! E poi le rondini son tornate! 

Basaglia: Ricordi ancora la strada? 

Dario Matto Falegname: E come no! Zo' sempre dritto fino al mar!  


(La luce di dentro. Viva Franco Basaglia. Testo Gianni Fenzi, regia Giuliano Scabia, in collaborazione con Claudio Misculin e l'Accademia della Follia.)