Londra, riflessa nelle pozzanghere (di Gavin Hammond)

Londra, riflessa nelle pozzanghere (di Gavin Hammond)

“Meglio stare zitti, e lasciare il dubbio di essere stupidi, che parlare e togliere ogni dubbio”
Abraham Lincoln (*)

Ho cambiato grafica al mio sito personale. Ci sono ancora molte cose da fare (ad esempio migliorare la compatibilità su IE, iPhone e schermi di dimensioni ridotte) però a me sembra meglio, di prima.

“The author or certainty, the author of complete security, the author of an impermeable faith that can’t give way is an author of something not worth having. I want to take the risk all the time that I don’t know anything like enough yet, that I haven’t done as good enough, that I can’t know enough, that I’m always hungrily operating on the margins of a potentially great harvest of future knowledge and wisdom. […] Take the risk of thinking for yourself. Much more happiness, truth, beauty, and wisdom will come to you what way.”
Bellissime parole di Christopher Hitchens

Il tributo a Christopher Hitchens della Global Atheist Convention.

“How much longer are you going to do this?” “Til’ I drop.”

Such living friends

James Fenton ha letto questa sua poesia al memoriale di Hitchens, io la trovo bellissima:

What would the dead want from us
Watching from their cave?
Would they have us forever howling?
Would they have us rave
Or disfigure ourselves, or be strangled
Like some ancient emperor’s slave?

None of my dead friends were emperors
With such exorbitant tastes
And none of them were so vengeful
As to have all their friends waste
Waste quite away in sorrow
Disfigured and defaced.

I think the dead would want us
To weep for what they have lost.
I think that our luck in continuing
Is what would affect them most.
But time would find them generous
And less self-engrossed.

And time would find them generous
As they used to be
And what else would they want from us
Than an honoured place in our memory,
favourite room, a hallowed chair,
Privilege and celebrity?

And so the dead might cease to grieve
And we might make amends
And there might be a pact between
Dead friends and living friends.
What our dead friends would want from us
Would be such living friends.


(via The New Yorker)

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