If Fellini and Moravia Had a Child….

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If Fellini and Moravia Had a Child….
by Riccardo

“Se tutti facessimo un po’ di silenzio forse qualcosa potremmo capire.” (”If we all were able to shut up for awhile, we could have a better understanding.”) — Roberto Benigni… un personaggio a metà strada tra Pinocchio e Leopardi, un poeta ingenuo e romantico che insegue sogni d’amore e sente da sempre la voce della luna… in Fellini’s La voce della luna (1980)

In La voce della luna, Fellini ricostruisce un paese con un’architettura surreale e improbabili accostamenti urbanistici (una chiesa accanto a una banca) per sottolineare la fine delle idee quando tutto serve da scusa per un battage televisivo. La cattura della luna produce soltanto uno stupido dibattito, comportamenti cafoni e domande inutili. Le antenne dominano la città, i tetti perdono il loro aspetto romantico per diventare sede di innumerevoli recettori di immagini.

“La televisione è una possessione. Non esiste esorcista capoace di allontanare l’invasione intossicante di milioni d’immagini”, conclude il regista. L’Italia è diventata un paese dove è impossibile isolarsi e fare silenzio, regnano le frasi fatte, le pubblicità inutili, i rumori assordanti e le persone che parlano ma non dicono niente.

There is an alternative that is within Italy, but not really Italy. It is its own realm.

“The camera is a less complete instrument of expression than the pen, even in the hands of an Eisenstein.” Alberto Moravia, in an interview in The Paris Review.

We will establish an environment in the special realm I speak of, wherein a most complete instrument of expression can be facilitated, encouraged… for creative artists… whether their hearts are focused on film or the blank page. It will become known worldwide, but — most likely — not be truly appreciated by more than… the necessary number. The setting, however, will set the budding artists apart from the worst ravages which are proliferating. Give them time to apply their heartbeats to creating a different momentum for themselves. And — maybe, then — make a contribution which will have ripples — intended, or otherwise — which make a difference in other souls.

“Un artista sprofondato nella sua creatività è al sicuro, non gli puó capitare niente di male. Il lavoro mi fa partecipe al mondo, mi obbiga a un rapporto umano con la gente, mi permette di esprimere me stesso.” — Frederico Fellini

“The human race’s only salvation lies within artistic creation….” — F.F. (to which the author would only add which follows a new paradigm. Which means your current, singular inspiration.)

“L’arte è una necessità, o un’interpretazione della vita che abbandonata a se stessa sarebbe priva di significato. L’arte ci rassicura, ci fa riflettere sulla vita che di per sé sarebbe soltanto un cuore che batte, due polmooni che respirano… L’arte è il tentativo più riuscito di inculcare nell’uomo l’indispensabilità di avere un sentimento religioso.”

“Art reassures us, it makes us reflect on a life that would otherwise merely be a beating heart, and lungs that breathe….”

“The best that one can say of most modern creative art is that it is just a little less vulgar than reality.” — Oscar Wilde

And what is that reality dominated by? And why is the human race’s only salvation such an urgent matter in my eyes?

Let us put aside all the talk about climate change, controversial or otherwise. And let us not consider — at the moment — the dumping of hazardous waste throughout the Italian countryside, or the various other issues related to toxicity in our daily environment. Let’s even put aside the horrid push by the U.S. to impose its GMO agenda on the EU as per recent abominable revelations. Let’s not even factor in all the Dantesque war-related dynamic that is dragging one and all under worldwide. Nor give a single thought to the thousand other
pressing collective concerns that should be on our minds. Rather, let’s just glance at the futureas it is addressed by my friend Francis Boyle.

Yes. Let’s do that.

Fellini once noted that a priest had found a pretty good definition for dolce vita. He said, “It is when the silence of God falls upon people.”

Moravia found that to be an apt comment. And I believe it’s a very worthwhile thought to contemplate.

But — for action — we should now provide a space that enables artists and would-be artists to hold their breath in the presence of God. A place where mortality can be acknowleged in a very positive way, nourishing the creative spirit when it appears.

“When it comes, the landscape listens,
Shadows hold their breath….” — Emily Dickinson, from http://www.americanpoems.com/poets/emilydickinson/10210

I am the child of Frederico Fellini, Alberto Moravia and much more than a host of other souls.

And — God willing — I intend to create a miracle with my friends.

The birth lies not with addressing mundane matters (easily taken care of), but rather with embracing the spiritual challenges of un santuario.

While there is still time.

The author can be reached at 831-688-8038 in Aptos, California, or at aptosnews@gmail.com. His most intelligent, well-intentioned readers very often don’t have a clue about the thrust of http://www.democracynow.org/2010/12/24/dr_gabor_mat_on_the_stress, and so don’t know why he feels compelled to create something fresh elsewhere, outside of the U.S. At 68, he feels as if his life
is truly just beginning again. And he would love to share some of that energy with others… who may be bowed by their sense of mortality… despairing of this or that… without a strong sense of purpose.