A few weeks ago I received a phone call from a girl (Cristiana), who asked me the availability of the Bistro to host some meetings Literature Festival in Milan.
As she spoke I had a moment of confusion, a sort of detachment from reality.
Literature Festival in Milan? I could not belive ….
So something is changing?
There will be a little of light after so much darkness in this town?
A little of music after so much noise?
To get answers to these questions we have to wait, in the meantime, I invite you all to attend meetings and to spread the news.
Below, the press release of the organizers.
It is rumored that in 2012 the world will end. Apparently the Mayans have said, but there is no trace in interceptions. There is some disagreement even among the translators. Some argue, for example, that in reality what happens is not quite the end of the world, but a sea change that will involve the whole of humanity. I do not know you, I like the perspective. So I think it's worth embarking on one of those adventures that before we never dared to even imagine. One of those that now appear in all their bewildering complexity, with their load of flaws, disruptions of its rhythms, fatigue, complexity. Those from which, we are not going back whole.
Those who, if we stop to think about it, though tempted, we end up postponing the next year.
And here again the prophecy above.
Returning to the theme…. Why create a Literature Festival in Milan?
I can think of only two or three answers (of course there are thousands). The first: why is not there. The second, because I think it's necessary. The third, because I think it's when you're at the mercy of fear and uncertainty that feels stronger the need for beauty.
Because I know (and then I'll stop) to have had, that the exercise of the imagination is the only antidote to reality corrosive made of digits we strive to understand without success, in which most of the time we end up accepting that sum of two plus two is four.
The basic idea is that of a city network composed of bookstores, libraries, theaters, schools, universities, community centers, plazas, porches, patios, train, tram ... and wherever there is a space in which to meet people with people.
The people who write and those who read, people who play and one that assists people singing, that spellbound, playing, printing, which designs, which tells that suffers, that complaint, which fascinates .. .
And try to turn the thread of living a thousand and one cultural realities rattling relentlessly by a cosmopolitan metropolis, in a colorful carpet, perhaps one on which pass, allowing Mayas, to the subsequent editions.
In this we are. Anyone wishing to take part in the adventure with us, know that he is welcome. The challenge starts from the bottom, the idea of collective participation, which often is at odds with the logic of the market, and sometimes (as long as you fight with passion) manages to get the better. Write to us.
Waiting for the world to come, we want to try to recreate it. After all, as claimed by Eduardo Galeano "act on reality and transform it, even in the lowest part, it is the only way to prove that reality can be transformed."
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