Unpopular opinions

About places I went to or places I’m not interested to visit.
. Madrid/Barcelone

. Sardegna

. Puglia/Calabria

. Japan

. New York (except for Broadway. I would totally go there then head immediately back to a plane for Albuquerque)

. Pacific Islands of any kind
Places I would totally visit or go back to

. Albuquerque (for me NM is the most beautiful and peaceful place of the world)

.  Newfound Land

. Switzerland 

. Big Sur 

 . Carlsbag

. Jena

. Normandie

. Filicudi

. Acireale

. Saulieu

At each its heroes

I’ve always preferred Batman to Superman so it’s no surprise that I prefer Johnny Cash over any other.

I humbly admit that I came to know him right after his death. Country and folk were never music you could find at home so I had no specific background on the matter. Ironic now that I have such great knowledge of it.  

But Johnny Cash was a revelation to me. I came upon all his discography time after time, hymns and gospel included and what can I say? Reading his biography written by himself was the only way to do it. His style is all around every page and every word. It was a beautiful reading I would absolutely recommend to anyone, especially those who don’t know him and his incredible journey on Earth.

Numero primo

Il primo libro completo che ho letto, a 7 anni, era di Bianca Pizzorno, ce l’ho ancora e si chiamava Streghetta mia. 

Ma se devo delimitare il nascere del mio leggere critico, oltre la narrativa e l’approccio di studio alle lettere nel loro insieme (filosofia e linguistica comprese per estensione), arriva con Umberto Eco. Arriva con tutto Umberto Eco. Dai diari minimi letti in seconda media ad ogni articolo e prefazione che potessi trovare in giro, Micromega compresi, e per finire con la meravigliosa narrativa.

Acquistato il giorno della sua uscita solo ora trovo modo di leggere l’ultimo suo libro, la raccolta degli ultimi 15 anni di Bustine di Minerva che ha deciso di porre in raccolta.


Potrei pubblicare tutto, ho riso, come sempre con Eco, e gli ho data ragione, anche questo come sempre. Lui ha avuto una fortissima impronta sulla formazione della mia analisi critica, sulle lettere e le arti ma anche al di fuori, in politica e geo-strategia, sul pensiero scientifico, sull’osservazione sociale e la ricerca storica.

L’italia è un paese strano. Pieno di mediocri e soubrettes. Ma è anche la patria di tantissimi grandi (immensi) pensatori. Eco non è stato solo un pensatore, è stato un professore, per i suoi allievi ma anche per tutti quelli che grazie a lui hanno imparato ad interrogarsi, imparato ad analizzare, imparato ad imparare.

Lui ci ha mostrato una via, sempre collocato nel suo tempo, con un occhio sulla storia e uno sul futuro. Come dovremmo essere tutti. 

L’allegoria di Bill & Fleur

C’è questo passaggio in The Deathly Hallows in cui qualcuno (credo Ginny) si chiede se non sembra forse un po’ stupido celebrare un matrimonio in tempi di guerra, distruzione, pericolo, e qualcuno (forse Harry ma più probabilmente Mrs Weasley) risponde che è proprio in questi momenti che si DEVE celebrare un matrimonio, celebrare la vita, iniziare. 

Per questo nella stanchezza, nella solitudine, in mezzo ad un futuro incomprensibile è giusto, è importante mettere una radice. È importante sposarsi (o in ogni caso legarsi), è importante fare figli, è importante lavorare tutti i giorni, piantare e innaffiare i fiori, comprare una casa. 

Ecco.

Io questa settimana metto una radice. 

Grazie Nonna.

The sons of Ragnar

As I’ve recently finished to read Lords of Chaos a lot of considerations came to my mind. 

First of all it was very interesting for me to learn that Norway is a particularly conservative and religious country. I had the completely wrong idea, maybe influenced by Sweden international image, that the country was a peaceful open and modern one. Strange and surprising to know that at least in the 90s it was very far from it.

It’s basic reaction, very conservative country that somehow forgot its pre-christian identity and History, youth violently reacting by spectacularly reject and oppose such christianity.

I devoured the book, it is so well written and showing contradictions and different versions of facts only by publishing interviews containing the same questions to different figures from the black metal scene of those years. 


I find most of them completely confused on what their identity as a movement is. Some are satanists by default without real faith nor even effective knowledge of that philosophy, also satanism is a christian concept, how can you at the same time talk ancesters and be a satanist? The Northmen were pagans. At the same time some paganism seems more built up than some satanism in there. 

They burned churches. Yes and? What did it bring on the table of the Identity discussion? Nothing. They wanted chaos? They didn’t had any. Norway seems today the same as it was back there. The scene had enough names for me to remember without searching for it. So we’re basically talking ground of the underground. 


During some pages I felt like having a bunch of falsely depressed rich kids in need of attention and recognition. 

But at the same time, I understand them. I’m not the kind of burning churches, but I’m the kind that would prefer Odin right away. And I’m the kind that understands the rage in the music. Because yes, the music is astonishing. Varg can go fuck around and his pathetic egocentric self (along with his mommy managing his musical interests while he was in prison), but Burzum is just a genius. Some of those guys are so vile they make me sick. But they’re superb artists for the most. 


So? Should we forgive them anything? No. But we can manage to keep them around to benefit from their art. As long as they’re composing music, which by the way in the history if humanity has always had more power than any empty church set on fire.