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February 02, 2013
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tirebouchon: Se c’è un popolo che mi sta a cuore è quello afghano, forse perché ha dato i natali a poeti come Sana’i e Rumi, forse perché più di altri popoli ha sofferto le invasioni di popoli stranieri e l’oppressione di governanti ciechi e ignoranti, forse perché a Bamiyan nell’antichità sorgeva uno dei più grandi centri spirituali del mondo intero, forse perché abita lungo la Via della Seta, forse perché coltiva un’uva di grande bontà che si chiama Shundakhani. L’uva passa di Shundakhani è la più pregiata fra le novantasei varietà di uva  coltivate in Afghanistan e viene essiccata naturalmente all’ombra in appositi locali chiamati khasmish khana. L’uva è il frutto più importante del sistema agricolo afghano. Uvetta comprata al Salone del Gusto e Terra Madre 2012 presso lo stand dei “Coltivatori di frutta secca dell’Afghanistan”, prodotta da Samsoor Bun a Kandahar. #blogagricolo

tirebouchon:

Se c’è un popolo che mi sta a cuore è quello afghano, forse perché ha dato i natali a poeti come Sana’i e Rumi, forse perché più di altri popoli ha sofferto le invasioni di popoli stranieri e l’oppressione di governanti ciechi e ignoranti, forse perché a Bamiyan nell’antichità sorgeva uno dei più grandi centri spirituali del mondo intero, forse perché abita lungo la Via della Seta, forse perché coltiva un’uva di grande bontà che si chiama Shundakhani.

L’uva passa di Shundakhani è la più pregiata fra le novantasei varietà di uva  coltivate in Afghanistan e viene essiccata naturalmente all’ombra in appositi locali chiamati khasmish khana.

L’uva è il frutto più importante del sistema agricolo afghano.

Uvetta comprata al Salone del Gusto e Terra Madre 2012 presso lo stand dei “Coltivatori di frutta secca dell’Afghanistan”, prodotta da Samsoor Bun a Kandahar.

#blogagricolo

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August 19, 2012
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"

So you want to be a writer

if it doesn’t come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don’t do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit for hours
staring at your computer screen
or hunched over your
typewriter
searching for words,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it for money or
fame,
don’t do it.
if you’re doing it because you want
women in your bed,
don’t do it.
if you have to sit there and
rewrite it again and again,
don’t do it.
if it’s hard work just thinking about doing it,
don’t do it.
if you’re trying to write like somebody
else,
forget about it.
if you have to wait for it to roar out of
you,
then wait patiently.
if it never does roar out of you,
do something else.

if you first have to read it to your wife
or your girlfriend or your boyfriend
or your parents or to anybody at all,
you’re not ready.

don’t be like so many writers,
don’t be like so many thousands of
people who call themselves writers,
don’t be dull and boring and
pretentious, don’t be consumed with self-
love.
the libraries of the world have
yawned themselves to
sleep
over your kind.
don’t add to that.
don’t do it.
unless it comes out of
your soul like a rocket,
unless being still would
drive you to madness or
suicide or murder,
don’t do it.
unless the sun inside you is
burning your gut,
don’t do it.

when it is truly time,
and if you have been chosen,
it will do it by
itself and it will keep on doing it
until you die or it dies in you.

there is no other way.

and there never was.

"

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August 13, 2012
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"Art does not solve problems but makes us aware of their existence. It opens our eyes to see and our brain to imagine."

— Magdalena Abakanowicz (b.1930, Poland)

(Source: artchipel)

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August 13, 2012

In every heart there is a room
A sanctuary safe and strong
To heal the wounds from lover’s past
Until a new one comes along

I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
And still I feel I said too much
My silence is my self defense
And every time I’ve held a rose
It seems I only felt the thorns

And so it goes and so it goes
And so will you soon, I suppose

But if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
So I will share this room with you
And you can have this heart to break

And this is why my eyes are closed
It’s just as well for all I’ve seen

And so it goes and so it goes
And you’re the only one who knows

So I would choose to be with you
That’s if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions too
And you can have this heart to break

And so it goes and so it goes
And you’re the only one who knows

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July 01, 2012
"There is something memorable in the experience to be had by going to a fair ground that stands at the edge of a Middle Western town on a night after the annual fair has been held. The sensation is one never to be forgotten. On all sides there are ghosts, not of the dead, but of the living people. Here, during the day just passed, have come the people pouring in from the town and the country around. Farmers with their wives and children and all the people from the hundreds of little frame houses have gathered within these board walls. Young girls have laughed and men with beards have talked of the affairs of their lives. The place has been filled to the overflowing with life. It has itched and squirmed with life and now it is night and the life has all gone away. The silence is almost terrifying. One conceals oneself standing silently beside the trunk of a tree and what there is of a reflective tendency in his nature is intensified. One shudders at the thought of the meaninglessness of life while at the same instant, and if the people of the town are his people, one loves life so intensely that tears come into the eyes."

— Sherwood Anderson, “Winesburg, Ohio”

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