POETIC TRAVEL. Adventure of signor Antonio...
POETIC TRAVEL. Adventure of signor Antonio...
Adventure of signor Antonio: to collect the known Italian
Poets that they bore the literature in weights.
TH - the madman! And all my friends - cranky! - straight off
Has pleased me with Antonio Presti, I have not had time to arrive to Sicily on
To its invitation. - yes you be not afraid! All will be as it should be! But
Though you will look, that we here have done...
Nicely begins poezdochka! mnogoobeshchajushche!
While Antonio fussed in the hotel, which hall entirely
And completely, including a rack of the porter, has been pasted over by fresh newspapers,
I left on street and have approached to the sea. Has looked at the smooth
tirrenskie waters, and then on a stone parapet of quay.
Naturally, as well as everywhere, it has been used densely up by any nonsense.
But one thought was pleasant to me: "We angels with one wing to fly
We can only having embraced... "So, Antonio Presti.
In general, it is very rich, witty, cheeful and
The person full of energy. The large Sicilian businessman of years
Fifty with a tail, the owner of hotels, factories and more the God
Knows that, that has got to it in the inheritance from parents. Here,
Certainly, at once there can be some suspicions. Say,
Here it, artful mafiozo: speech goes about sitsilijtse, yes in addition to
To all fantastically rich! But it not so. On the contrary, he daily
Risks, moreover as! As a mafia and connected with it
Bad politicians very much are dissatisfied with it. Why? Because
Antonio in the opened has declared both that, and another:
- Bribes to you I will not pay! And my money will go on development
Cultures of Sicily.
And in peak all took and has created on island association "Elements
Antonio Presti's arts ".
In a word, indeed the madman! Or the suicide! As here
In one of its hotels, in that, with newspapers, was
The bomb is found out.
And this hotel in Kastel Dee Tuta under the romantic name
"Studio on the sea" it is unique. At once also you will not understand, what is it: whether
Hotel, whether museum, as numbers here the fantastic.
The present works of art created by hands of masters
Avant-guard - Renato Kurcho, Agostino a Ferrari, Hidetoshi Nagasavy.
And so, that bomb should blow up then, when
Nagasava lead up the idea "to mind".
Thanks God, has managed. Praise to carabinieres! It was possible to them in time
To neutralise "the infernal car". In Antonio Presti's gratitude
Has played on guards of an order the big dirty trick: it has paid job
Known artists who "have brightly painted" walls of the local
Police station a mosaic from dorogushchej colour ceramics.
In general, Antonio advances to Sicily culture all
In the ways accessible to it, using for this purpose even cases
Attempts at own life.
- Somehow one local official, - told to me Antonio, -
Has asked: "And why all of you it do? That fuss? After all not
Favourably... "Yes therefore, I have responded, that such as you, trade
Art on centimetres. We offer it in kilometres and
Free of charge.
In general, rest from it is not present to anybody! Even to the Ministry of Justice,
Which Antonio too has managed to involve in the swindles.
Know, about what he has agreed with this dear department? About
Volume, that now courts to Sicily will sentence the juvenile
Criminals not to imprisonment, and to... To culture and
To art. Yes, yes!! And its idea is that: has made
Crime, term has obtained - be kind wind off it on
To cultural field. Draw, mould, compose, create something, well and
If absolutely you are able nothing, then clean monuments or wash floors
In museums. Though thus, but join the perfect!
And that, witty. That is from Antonio Presti's "elements" not
You will be rescued anywhere. Even in prison!
... We went from Catania to Messina by train. Behind a window blossomed
Sicily, and in a train sounded... Verses. Never in a life I
Heard and did not see so much poets at once. And besides in all was
This madman is guilty. Antonio Presti's "elements" have saddled now
Pegasa, having started it in cars where it loosened with hoofs in what
Not guilty souls of passengers.
It was the next quixotic idea: to collect the known
The Italian poets and together with them the whole month to travel about on
To the Sicilian open spaces, boarding usual trains with
Ordinary harmless passengers. That though thus
To warm up extinct human interest to the present literature. Knowingly
Antonio's this action and has named - "a word Gift". And
Has organised in its spring when the people become kinder, the world
It seems more fine and someone can outline without ceremony on stones:
"We angels with one wing fly we can only having embraced..."
Certainly, Antonio the good fellow that has thought up such syllogism -
It is literally to "cultivate" local population violently. Its idea
Has immediately supported from fifty priests of muse Evterny, as
Not only to Sicily, but also on all appeninskom a boot practically
Nobody wishes to read books. By the way, it has confirmed the last
Sociological research. I will tell more. Once I looked
Transfer in which the journalist seriously and with delight told
To the girl who in time by twelve years to master one hundred of books. Also that you
Think? In actual fact these books have appeared... Comics.
In a word, the trip proceeded. Poets read verses, then
Explained to passengers sense of the verses written by them. I,
Certainly, too listened and though I speak in Italian, it is not enough
That understood. However, it is natural: not at everyone ours
The poet you will disassemble, that he wishes to inform to public!
And suddenly: "We from hearts have watered with fresh juice the earth...". It
It seemed interesting. And further something was spoken about ours
Time which "is pregnant emptiness". With it it was difficult not
To agree, and consequently I have decided to meet the author of lines -
Elderly enough man in the big points, a grey cap and with
Solid, as a volcano, a tube in hands.
When it has for a short while come off the listeners on a smoke break,
I, that not in the opinion of the creative person to look banal,
Has pulled a nose air and as though resembling has noticed:
- If I am not mistaken, you stir the Dutch tobacco with English,
But thus English tobacco put hardly more?
At least, it is felt more strongly.
The poet at first has suspiciously looked at me from under points,
Has then smiled:
- Has guessed.
It has appeared my new acquaintance semidesjatichetyrehletny Elio
Paljarami - the known Italian poet. I heard this name and
Earlier though products it did not read. And in vain, by the way.
First, he has told, that has written a heap of verses and poetic
Plays, and secondly when has learnt, whence I come, admitted, that
It was printed even in "the New world", the truth, very much for a long time, but all the same
It is proud of it.
- Certainly, to skip on trains to me not on years. However adventure
Signor Antonio it is amusing, - master Paljarami has concluded. - Look, with
What pleasure listen and set interesting enough questions.
And I thought, we are not necessary to anybody. Oh, damn, and suddenly we will stir
The people! It at us still will read!
And why also is not present? Time, "pregnant emptiness", which we
All it is now worried, should pass sometime. As passed,
Eventually, a cholera or a plague. At least, hope
Remains, while there live on light such unruly madwomen
Odd fellows, as Antonio Presti. And it doesn't matter, that it "an angel with one
Wing ". The main thing, to it is with whom to embrace, so, it will be
To fly. And together with it and we, nowadays living. If, of course, too
Let's find, whom to embrace...
ROME.
Nikita BARASHEV, sob. A correspondent "LG".
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//* an information Source: the Literary newspaper, 11.04.01
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