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" man's land "

(which speaks of the gardens below the house)


soon after entering the die is an avenue of waste and aims more decisively towards the west, right over the area of \u200b\u200bgames, looking for a center, false than that which was the original layout of the square, where, surrounded by curved benches from the back side by side in sufficient number to close the circle, was planted a thin shell that will probably be many years a tree can give shade to those who want, on the bench, sit down.
Later, a recess in the enclosure is home to mighty stone products and cement, steel and wood that were intended to hide the rubbish bins, but end up instead in order to highlight the presence blatantly remember, even it were a monument to modernity consumer, that everything we buy, sooner or later there will will end.
is not particularly bad or good that this new garden is to take the place of another garden, or too ugly or beautiful, but in my eyes at least had the merit of being there since I was memory: this new, with the usual benches purchased in the catalog, with the usual street lights inexplicably excessive in number, with the usual lawn survived on little land tiles and concrete, with multi-colored wooden toys are seen as equal by now Canicattì Brescia, is just what you'd expect to find under home once exceeded that prohibit signs to play ball and bring dogs and bicycles and do all that we imagine to want to make a green space. It is, in short, the garden district that taught us to imagine giving us playmobil dolls as children: that things should go in a certain way, it is good to learn from children.

"Garden" is derived from a word of Germanic origin, as the corresponding Greek word paradeisos which in turn descends from a Persian word, means a place enclosed, indeed, "the" place par excellence enclosed space, where as in a hatchery, or a vase, or in the womb, what is really Man is born and is protected with what nature is benevolent to man and then planted.
"Garden" is, therefore, the "land men" in opposition to what is hostile and incomprehensible. Later the place
walled closed, the area where they wanted to exclude all that part of the phenomenal world, which could induce anxiety or unpleasantness in its visitors, has become a place of delight for a few more to interdict, and then start from late eighteenth century, to be open to all: the "public garden", a real oxymoron, owes its existence to the Enlightenment and the Revolution that made a common good that which was previously reserved for the clergy and nobility.
The garden will suffer in those years the same process of worldliness which will subject the art at that time, and permanently, separates his camp from that of religious celebrations. From then on there will be "art" as a place of experimentation and "sacred art" as a place for a canonical representation gradually slip into kitsch, while the garden to be "exciting machine," a place of enchantment and meeting with the ineffable, become a rational place dedicated to the recreation of healthy bodies.
Today we use the same word to denote spaces in the vicinity of trees stations and those who walked the terraces Semiramis of Babylon, and we will have no difficulty in calling the "garden" open areas, sometimes dangerous and should be avoided as they are frequented by prostitutes and drug dealers. Homonymy
This is the scar of a landslide of the soul is no longer nature but to seem dark and dangerous feel, if anything, that is more in the nature to need to be defended by the dark impulses of man (the park, In this sense, is exactly the opposite of the garden). The whole world is now "ground man" and do not need fences to keep out threats, "external" and to prevent those "internal" coming from vandals and thugs: the treatment is the same defense that we must make efforts to preserve any public property. The garden is thus reduced to street furniture, which is celebrated in space that is the equality between a bench and a fence, a lamppost and a tree, a lawn and a sidewalk.
And so while all around the first barrel to blow up New Year's Day looming, a short, rubbish bins and public drinking fountains, I'm here at square Giovene, which concerns me a bit 'surprised that this new space is the old one as is a fitted kitchen to the dining room of my grandmother with the furniture in the tradition of trying to engage some of the local Liberty hints learned by browsing catalogs and Paris where we crowded in many, but just so many, that seemed to be their "home".

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The Post-consumer plastic and eternity

The island of desires consumed

The largest landfill in the world, told Tuesday, February 5 's Independent was discovered dall'oceanografo American Charles Moore and consists of two floating islands connected to each other, both large as the United States is often up to ten meters, bordering the North Pacific currents in a stretch of sea between Hawaii and Japan: a death trap for all forms of life that has the misfortune of running into the endless wave of dirt and slurry on the water.
This soup translucent ", according to oceanographer, waste would receive about 100 million tonnes. It is not that much later: it is an amount far less than that in 2007 alone, including municipal and industrial waste, we have produced in Italy (by the way, is not strange that the waste will talk about "production" without embarrassment or irony?), a real trifle compared to the one billion and 300 million tons of garbage produced in the EU during the same period, but is everything plastic, the rhythm of what we Italians last year we threw away, put together in three decades.
is plastic, in fact, that the Great Pacific Garbage Patch is formed in greater part in all the imaginative ways in which our production-can fervor to decline: soccer balls and Lego bricks, kayaking and shopping bags, syringes, lighters and Barbie Laperonzola, dried and toothbrushes, chairs, dishes, cutlery and soldiers, aprons, boots, mattresses and inflatable dolls. All over the plastic at sea since it was invented fifty years ago, is still there, floating somewhere because, of all that mankind has been able to conceive in his long career as an apprentice sorcerer, the plastic is the closest thing to immortality.
And every substance or article which tells of the undying myths of men, plastic shares the fate has no soul because the soul, you know, have their own time and can not remain forever on this earth: the forms consume and degrade, the plastic did not form his or down from anything that has form. It is a matter pure and docile; can return to the touch feeling of leather, metal or glass, can be rigid or flexible, it can bounce and absorb shocks, it is malleable at will at any semblance able to fulfill all our desires, as an inflatable doll, in fact. In our imaginary
plastic has had ups and downs: she appeared as an icon of modernity in the '60s when, as brilliant and tangible revelation of a future lightweight, hygienic, durable and affordable for all, finally came to sweep away from life everyday household goods of the archaic worm-eaten wood, corroded metal and shards veined. The crisis of rejection, and a little 'also disgust, 70s triggered by its too rapid and indiscriminate spread, followed in the '80s, his tenacious survival of material indispensable. Finally, the new life of the '90s, when the wise marketing campaigns place in our imagination as the ultimate recyclable material, even capable, at the end of his life, to restore the energy used in energy plants to produce and forge them: the material perfect, able to live many lives before ending his life in a fire ritual and purification, which, as in the great fires of spring rituals, can still come and take food new life.
Now this island of discarded plastic that "wanders like an animal without a leash without anyone to take more care of her and that the return of form and soul that goes fashionable use of ephemeral burned at a time, this endless mass that can not degrade and finally, simply vanish, without the involvement of its creator that has imposed this unnatural immortality, this foreign matter in the life that knows how to mimic but not replicate, she takes leaning increasingly on the landscape of the men who contributed so much to create and maintain, thrown back what is done on Hawaiian and showing declining havens for aircraft, satellites, to the dismay of passengers passing ships in the form of a blob boundless, vomited to disturb the conscience.