InsideMyHead

Dopo il mio ultimo blog post la “Viaggiatrice in Poltrona” la pigrizia ha avuto il sopravvento fungendo da stimolo creativo. Vi ricordate il libro di Domenico De Masi “Ozio creativo”? E’ proprio nei momenti di assoluta pigrizia che mi vengono le idee migliori, e mi sembra anche abbastanza normale. Quando   dovrebbero venire le idee migliori se non quando si poltrisce? Certo non quando si fanno i lavori forzati. Vi immaginate Dante che decide di scrivere la “Divina Commedia” dopo avere spaccato pietre per dodici ore? Dubito che avrebbe avuto lo stesso successo. L’idea di scrivere la più divina di tutte le commedie gli venne tra un bighellonaggio e l’altro lungo le strade di Firenze o mentre sbirciava Beatrice che attraversava Piazza dei Donati. La mia idea si chiama Skype dinners. Mi è venuta mentre pensavo ad un amico pittore a cui vorrei leggere un pezzo, che ho appena scritto, sulla mia città d’origine. Salvo, si chiama così il mio amico,   organizza cene a cui ogni t...

Brano tratto dalla Rubrica, “Il Mondo dei Pigri” Visto che viaggiare può essere molto stancante e noioso, per non parlare di pericoloso... (segue)  

A remote place in the universe I live in a remote place in the universe where passers by fly away like balloons. It can happen at any time of the day. In our part of the universe the laws of physics can be subjected to sudden changes, but no one knows why. Because of this phenomenon − which is not really a phenomenon but rather the lack of a constant: the law of gravity − flying balloons are a sad reality. Sometimes these hiccups of the laws of physics can be useful, like when a window cleaner, who had fallen from the twentieth floor where he was balancing precariously attached to a wire, instead of spiraling down onto the asphalt found himself on the terrace of the twenty-fifth floor: instead of coming down he had come up. The window cleaner had time to climb on the terrace before gravity returned to work in the usual manner. Later on I will explain better how this remote place in the universe between the Milky Way and the Coffee Way works, but first I wa...

A remote place in the universe I live in a remote place in the universe where passers by fly away like balloons. It can happen at any time of the day. In our part of the universe the laws of physics can be subjected to sudden changes, but no one knows why. Because of this phenomenon − which is not really a phenomenon but rather the lack of a constant: the law of gravity − flying balloons are a sad reality. Sometimes these hiccups of the laws of physics can be useful, like when a window cleaner, who had fallen from the twentieth floor where he was balancing precariously attached to a wire, instead of spiraling down onto the asphalt found himself on the terrace of the twenty-fifth floor: instead of coming down he had come up. The window cleaner had time to climb on the terrace before gravity returned to work in the usual manner. Later on I will explain better how this remote place in the universe between the Milky Way and the Coffee Way works, but first I wa...