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Landscape with tank

The massacre of March 3

The Truck Center, just over a large car wash is located in the Industrial Development of Molfetta, 400 hectares ten years ago were a sea of \u200b\u200bolive trees: one hundred thousand have been killed, uprooted and shipped to the North to decorate the gardens of the parking lots of malls and Brianza Triveneto, or torn to pieces in order to obtain parquet or just firewood. Dry stone walls, blades, towers and farms, was not spared nothing: the monastery of San Martino, which dates to the thirteenth century, has become an area of \u200b\u200bexposure to bidet faucets and cups. As urbanization progressed, the streets were just drawn regularly accumulated waste and inert materials that came from everywhere, attracted by the suspension of the rules in a that was no longer under the responsibility without the city was still not fully come under the jurisdiction of another agency, only to disappear under the weight of the machines schiacciapietre.
few days later, when the track had just cooled down on those streets still deserted and surrounded by nothing came the jockeys to ride horses, momentarily distracted the slaughter, in street racing. At the end
industrial settlements are reached, a seventy, many of whom paid as a result of relocation with the 488, and especially the Fashion District, the "City of fashion", with the second floors of buildings fake, with multiplex cinema and with squares of polystyrene, the new place di struscio per le nuove generazioni che disertano ormai quello che da cuore della città si avvia a diventare una melanconica periferia senza centro. Domenica scorsa, due giorni prima della tragedia, alla presenza del vescovo che benedicendo auspicava anche lì, per ricordare la comune matrice cristiana, la creazione di un piccolo luogo di preghiera, del sindaco-senatore (centro-destra) e dell’assessore regionale (centro-sinistra), è stata inaugurata anche la Mongolfiera, centro commerciale con la “saracinesca più grande d’Europa” e una galleria di 110 negozi. Oggi, con un laconico comunicato, i Carabinieri hanno fatto sapere che in un capannone non troppo lontano sono state ritrovate, insieme a cinque Porsche rubate da un autosalone di una città vicina, migliaia di ogive e inneschi per confezionare munizioni.

Qualche giorno fa Bertinotti ha detto che «Non si può stare al tempo stesso con i lavoratori e con gli imprenditori». Ha segnato il territorio, l’ex presidente della Camera: da una parte chi vede che le disuguaglianze sono catene pesanti, dall’altra chi racconta di ascensori sociali da rimettere in moto e capaci di far apparire possibile per tutti una vita migliore. Da una parte chi del sogno salvifico della società senza classi si sente derubato da chi, dall’altra parte, racconta che la storia è già finita in una melassa interclassista affollata da immaginari padroni di se stessi. Bertinotti, ha dichiarato guerra all’illusione di una società che fluida è solo nel suo apparire, solo perché capace di nascondere i fatti sotto una coltre di narrazioni frammentate, solo perché capace di confondere e sparigliare i nomi delle cose in modo da far scambiare la mutevolezza e provvisorietà delle differenze con la loro scomparsa.
Ma qui, a Molfetta da dove scrivo, i cinque morti del 3 marzo raccontano di una società in cui è sempre più difficile rintracciare con nettezza il confine fra lo sfruttato e lo sfruttatore, dove è sempre più difficile distinguere il libero professionista o il padroncino dal precario, il terzista dal cottimista, l’incertezza subita dalla flessibilità goduta. Raccontano, quei corpi ammucchiati nella cisterna, di una realtà in cui è sempre più arduo porre un individuo, nella sua totalità sempre più imprecisa, multiforme e frammentata, di qui o di là dalla linea che divide gli oppressi dagli oppressori. Qui non è stato come alla Thyssen-Krupps dove da una parte li vedevi bene i padroni in giacca e cravatta e dall’altra gli operai in tuta nell’inferno dei laminatoi; qui i solchi, i confini passano attraverso le anime e i corpi di persone che, come tutti noi, di volta in volta si trovano a essere vittime e carnefici: qui le responsabilità non sono rintracciabili in ruoli precisi e in incurie certe.
È, piuttosto, tutto il sistema di produzione che esternalizzando le mansioni per tagliare i costi, shatters the responsibilities in a flimsy dust: the entire system of regulations that all too often fall on those who can not support him because he is a weak link and blackmail, sandwiched between those who impose the price of labor and the bank does not credit .

lavage were experts, it was said, was not the first time you wash tanks which had carried potentially dangerous substances. Perhaps doing a job which they had underestimated the risk, were found to be a cog in a machine probably unaware that tends to get rid of the recycling costs and securing the danger dispersing, pouring wherever it happens. What purpose would that poison if circumstances had not taken a turn so tragic? What happened to the contents of other tanks? I want to be reassured, I wish someone would tell me that they are not finished, running into the ground, into the sea just a few hundred meters where the summer I go for a swim.

For next summer, near the Outlet, it is expected the inauguration of "Land of the Giants' theme park.

Hard Blisters On Feet

" 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".

Chicken Pox Blood Stool

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.

Eagle Sport Metal Cores

What is now called upon to respond Pecoraro Scanio

We should be grateful to that of Campania, to show the world what is truly waste, exhibited that shames us all we try to keep your gaze into holes blacks of landfills and incinerators.
Here it is, therefore, exposed to decorate streets and squares, the final outcome of our daily activities: piles of things consumed but not enough to not be very pushy.
there is the pot of yogurt yesterday, the sheet that wrapped DOMOPACK the slice of beef a week ago. That jar of jam, remember?, And the box of chocolates? and the radio has stopped working and the phone that you did not like the most?
This museum of memory, which unfolds along the path leading to the supermarket and the daily ritual of consumption, prevents the drive from the consciousness that you forget easily elsewhere exasperating. The streets of Naples are the site of explosion in the daily return of what our civilization must be entirely removed, erased forever, permanently assigned to anything.

"Do you like Kipling?"
"I do not know, I've never kippled" Since the collapse
semantic which leads to exchange a writer for a gerund (or a Wife for a Hat) takes its name, in the novel by Philip K. Dick Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, the chaos that pounced on the world, overpowered. The
Kipple , it rains continuously and monotonously sull'incubo urban novel that will become a cinema screen Blade Runner is the ultimate result of the consumption of matter, the extreme outcome of entropic decay: the field is devoid of any mention form, is the world as it should be before the divine breath, is the final outcome of the semantic and physical consumption of things that cease to be what they are to become quell'indistinto where it is impossible to find any mention of differences though vague, that "gray" Klee stated that as chaos: neither white nor black, but the primordial lack of all colors, of light and dark place with no reference and direction, the space is a space where you can get lost without any possibility of salvation. It is the horror of chaos, the abyss yawning as defined dell'Abbagnano, it rains down from the sky always dark, to play a hopeless tangle city.
Matter exhausted, sterile. Atoms that can not bind to form molecules, particles unable to form atoms.
If this is what comes out of incinerators, well, very much like it, if not from a physical point of view of course from that of the logic of free trade without rules leading to consume everything until the final outcome.
A linear logic of this extreme consumption of annihilation without remedy in the world are opposed to the environmentalists.
of this opposition will realize tomorrow Pecoraro Scanio, called by a vote of no confidence to respond to the situation in Campania, which is still one who is able to take advantage of his opposition to the Strait of Messina Bridge, its caution against incinerators and power plants, his pointing out that the EIA and SEA can also show that the damage done at all costs may outstrip plenty not to do.

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PS 22/01

The fall of the facts in what is now the irreversible crisis of the Prodi government will prevent the environmental issue could be discussed in parliament in the form of making accused of the charge of the department of Environment and finish it under the carpet the next government, by being declassified, on behalf of the economic crisis looming, a mere matter of engineering.