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From the Department of the Little and the Late

Should it ever happen that the sacred poem
to which heaven and earth have set their hand,
such that I am made lean after all these years,

con­quers the cru­elty that locked me out
of the sweet sheep­fold where I slept as a lamb,
enemy of the wolves who brought it war,

with another voice and another fleece
I shall then return a poet…
            —Dante, Par­adiso XV.1-8

The Tele­graph reports that the city coun­cil of Flo­rence has voted to revoke the sen­tence that sent the Ital­ian poet into exile for the remain­der of his life. The March 1302 con­dem­na­tion promised death by fire were Dante ever to set foot in the city.

This is not the first time that Flo­ren­tines have tried to achieve formal rec­on­cil­i­a­tion with the man they would later honor as “the high­est poet.” Wikipedia gives this account of an early effort:

In 1315, Flo­rence was forced by Uguc­cione della Fag­giuola (the mil­i­tary offi­cer con­trol­ling the town) to grant an amnesty to people in exile, includ­ing Dante. But Flo­rence required that as well as paying a sum of money, these exiles would do public penance. Dante refused, pre­fer­ring to remain in exile. When Uguc­cione defeated Flo­rence, Dante’s death sen­tence was com­muted to house arrest, on con­di­tion that he go to Flo­rence to swear that he would never enter the town again. Dante refused to go. His death sen­tence was con­firmed and extended to his sons. Dante still hoped late in life that he might be invited back to Flo­rence on hon­ourable terms.

The Flo­ren­tine res­o­lu­tion, which passed 19-5, restores Dante’s full cit­i­zen­ship in the city. The five naysay­ers not unjustly called the process “a stunt,” and Vit­to­rio Ser­monti, one of the most famous read­ers and com­men­ta­tors on Dante in Italy today, was like­wise skep­ti­cal. “Well,” he told La Repub­blica, “now they can start the reha­bil­i­ta­tion process for Brutus and Cas­sius as well.”

Oddio…

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Tonight we raise a glass to the 22nd amendment…

Italy Wants A Piece of the Action

(via Beppe Grillo)

Siamo Tutti Italiani: Italy and Academia

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Ian Fisher has a good arti­cle about Italy in today’s New York Times. He writes of a national sense of malaise, or malessere, “a col­lec­tive funk—economic, polit­i­cal and social—summed up in a recent poll: Ital­ians, despite their claim to have mas­tered the art of living, say they are the least happy people in West­ern Europe.” I’m gen­er­ally skep­ti­cal of claims to national feel­ing, but what Fisher describes accords exactly with what I saw living in Bologna last year. Even though my time there spanned sev­eral hope­ful moments—the evic­tion of Silvio Berlus­coni from Palazzo Chigi, the arrest of Bernardo Proven­zano, Italy’s World Cup victory—the two words my Ital­ian friends and acquain­tances couldn’t seem to avoid in describ­ing their coun­try were cazzo and merda.

Fisher lines up the usual sus­pects for this national funk, includ­ing polit­i­cal stag­na­tion, orga­nized crime, and the move to an non­de­pre­cia­ble euro. But the single factor I heard blamed most often was Italy’s geron­toc­racy. (Remem­ber that I was talk­ing mostly to twenty- and thirty-​somethings.) The effects of that geron­toc­racy on the youth are cap­tured neatly in a single sta­tis­tic cited by Fisher: he writes that “70 per­cent of Ital­ians between 20 and 30 still live at home, con­demn­ing the young to an extended and under­pro­duc­tive adolescence,” and goes on to quote Mario Adi­nolfi, a 36-year-old blog­ger and “aspiring lawmaker”:

The gen­er­a­tional prob­lem is the Ital­ian problem…. In every coun­try young people hope. Here in Italy there is no hope any­more. [Read more]

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