THERE IS STILL TOMORROW.

THERE IS STILL TOMORROW.

There is still tomorrow which sees the directorial debut of Paola Cortellesi is the film that won the Audience Award, Special Jury Prize and Mention as Best First Work at the Rome Film Festival

Paola Cortellesi doesn’t need to be introduced, I always remember one of her gags in which she ironically listed all the things she has done, which are really so many and very different from each other, but which have the same feature in common: they are all done well.

I thank Elisa and her proposal: we went to the movies together fearing that we would have to use tissues to wipe tears and instead we mostly surprised ourselves.

The Friends.
In the movie: Delia and Marisa.

Emotion, however, was not lacking.

I, for one, was moved by the portrayal of a mother’s love for her daughter, who is played by Romana Maggiora Vergano in the film.

A love above all things, a love for which nothing is impossible, a pure and unwavering love.

Fragility and strength in a maelstrom of endurance and determination in which the ability to carry the crushing weight of a long interminable series of verbal and physical injustices and bullying, is catalyzed in the resolute will to seek a better destiny for Marcella.

Mother and daughter.

A crushed mother and a model daughter who does not understand Delia’s submission.

Succumbing and resisting at the same time, in a dance that is broken melody, is rock, is hip hop rap, is retro.

Marcella does not understand, but she will.

Marcella will look at her mother Delia and see the affirmation of a seemingly simple but extremely important gesture as a right, as a beginning.

Every change has a beginning.

There is still tomorrow represents “the music that changes” in a literal sense: I cannot fail to mention the repertoire songs from the soundtrack:
Aprite le finestre Fiorella Bini
Nessuno Naked Music
Perdoniamoci Achille Togliani
A bocca chiusa Daniele Silvestri
M’innamoro davvero Fabio Concato
La notte dei miracoli Lucio Dalla
Calvin The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion
B.O.B. – Bombs Over Baghdad Outkast
The little things Big Gigantic featuring Angela McCluskey
Swinging on the right side Lorenzo Maffia and Alessandro La Corte
Tu sei il mio grande amor Lorenzo Maffia, Alessandro La Corte and Enrico Rispoli.

Surprising, isn’t it?

Surprising as what you don’t expect from There is still tomorrow: the ending.

Indeed, in my heart I hoped that Delia’s project would not be the obvious one, but at the same time I would not have guessed an epilogue like the one with which Paola Cortellesi invites everyone to a beautiful reflection.

Light yet explosive, simple yet disruptive, just like Delia, just like Paola.

Yes because Delia is Paola, she is Marcella, and she is our grandmother.

Delia is so many lives of giving up, Delia is so many years of suffering.

Like nothing at all.

REBEL REBEL

REBEL REBEL

Rebel Rebel is the picture disc I received as a gift from Elisa Mirko and Diego.

Elisa had already given me the Oh bej oh bej pictures as a gift.

Mirko had already given me the logo as a gift.

They both love David Bowie, as I do and as a large large percentage of humanity does, I think.

These days mark two dates, of which I like to remember more the first: his birthday.

David Bowie made history, and I won’t add “of music” because The White Duke is forever art, genius, style and communication that never stopped obliterating barriers.

Some have referred to Rebel Rebel as the anthem of glam, but I believe its unmistakable riff has the power to immediately captivate anyone who listen to it.

The Riff

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Polly also agrees.

Instead, this is the version at Live Aid at Wembley Stadium, London, on July 13, 1985.

Yes, I know, I always take you back to the 1980s, Rebel Rebel however is part of the 1974 album Diamond Dogs and at that time I was still unaware of it.

The image on the picture disc is part of the cover of Diamond Dogs signed by Guy Peellaert on the MoMA website the full version censored by RCA.

The album is steeped in references to George Orwell’s 1984.

Paradoxically, if you will, to look through the lens, I point you to this exhibition at the State Archives in Turin

America Dreams Rights show David Bowie on the U.S. tour promoting Diamond Dogs through Steve Shapiro’s shots.

It is very sad to think that almost fifty years have passed and yet we have not made much progress in terms of rights, or even in terms of dreams.

May be we are not Rebels enough, aren’t we?

AFGHANISTAN WHERE GOD ONLY COMES TO WEEP

AFGHANISTAN WHERE GOD ONLY COMES TO WEEP

 

Afghanistan where God only comes to weep is the title of the book written by Siba Shakib that I read thanks to Vincenzo Franca e Francesco

Also with Siba Shakib I share month and year of birth

And in this video among other things she talks about sitting together and drinking coffee.

 

But this time the reading instead of a relaxing moment was particularly painful.

This book was still a journey, from which, however, I returned with a wound.

Afghanistan, where God only comes to weep.
I think the words chosen by the author as an introduction to her book are absolutely emblematic.

When I told about Denise Ho, Gabriella reminded how important it is to keep the focus on other realities as well, and surely the condition of women in Afghanistan is one of them.

On July 1, the Human Rights Council concluded its 50th regular session after adopting 23 resolutions and held an urgent debate on the human rights of women and girls in Afghanistan. In a resolution, the Council reaffirmed its unwavering commitment to the full and equal enjoyment of all human rights by all women, girls and children in Afghanistan, including the right to freedom of movement, the right to education, the right to the enjoyment of the highest attainable standard of physical and mental health, including their sexual and reproductive health, the right to work and the right to access justice on an equal basis with others. The Council asked the High Commissioner to hold an enhanced interactive dialogue during its 51st session, with the participation of the Special Rapporteur on the situation of human rights in Afghanistan.

Yet these words seem sterile empty and useless: UN News on July 1 published a terrible “statistic”

The situation of women in Afghanistan is so desperate that they commit suicide at the rate of one or two a day.

LA CASA DI SABBIA – THE HOUSE OF SAND

LA CASA DI SABBIA – THE HOUSE OF SAND

La Casa di Sabbia – The house of sand is an association created to make the lives of families with severely disabled children more aware and independent; adding some “grains of sand”: defending the rights of children, supporting parents and giving opportunities to siblings. Each grain is important to continue living after a traumatic event, such as the discovery of your child’s disability.

I find this idea of grains of sand simply wonderful and personally manages to communicate a disruptive force to me.

We all grew up with the tale of the three houses of ancient oral tradition also taken up by Italo Calvino and animated in a Disney classic. 

Personally, now I add another type of effective house, made up of these small but essential “grains” of La Casa di Sabbia for their important contribution in the protection of civil rights and social and socio-health assistance.

This very long press review testifies to the main stages of a tireless journey all aimed at improving social conditions with the utmost effort, working for the right to have the same growth opportunities for all children, for the right to adequate services that allow them not to leave work and to have assistance at home.

On the site you will find a long list of activities carried out and projects, the last of which concerns a petition: “Reimbursement of legal expenses incurred by parents for cases at the Juvenile Court” which you find here at the bottom of the story of what happened.

The suspension of parental responsibility is a theme that has always shaken me deeply, in the light of too many SAD news events as a result of which defenseless children died from the beatings suffered by their parents amid general indifference.

For this reason, I find it unacceptable that where love and care against all the windmills of our imperfect society is so overly clear, there has been a totally unjustified intervention as decreed at the end of the trial with the “no place to proceed.”

These episodes are a failure for everyone and if the pain and injustice suffered can never be adequately compensated, it is undoubtedly right that at least the out-of-pocket expenses incurred for the procedure are borne by those who caused them without reason.

IS THE FROG BOILING?

IS THE FROG BOILING?

In these days in which we are under the centrifuges of information shot at accelerated speed, we find ourselves thinking also about how many rights enshrined in our Constitution have been suspended by decrees with that initials so far unusual: DPCM.
Our Constitution actually does not provide for the declaration of the state of emergency, and simply refers to the Civil Protection Code, in fact this Code is referred to in the now infamous publication in the Official Journal of January 31.
Our constituent fathers did not consider appropriate to insert emergency clauses, considering that the eventual conferral of full powers to a specific body, or the legitimization of the limitation, or even the suspension of citizens’ rights, could have represented a danger in the event of possible risks of dictatorship.
Emergency is, by definition an unforeseen circumstance, a concept therefore that in fact refers to a critical moment, to a particular condition that requires immediate intervention.
Undoubtedly what we are experiencing is a series of completely incomparable events, and it would be appropriate to try to keep focused on the fixed points: that is, the certain data.
It costs just a few seconds to go and read from official sources.
What is real and correct, helps anyone to make their own reflections, in the shelter of the bass drum of some media that feed panic and consequent misplaced behaviors and, on the other hand, helps to answer the title question.
The boiling frog is Noam Chomsky’s infamous metaphorical principle that if
“Imagine a pot full of cold water in which a frog swims quietly.
The fire is lit under the pot, the water heats up slowly. Soon it becomes lukewarm. The frog finds it rather pleasant and continues to swim.
The temperature rises. Now the water is hot. A little more than the frog does not appreciate. It gets tired a little, but it does not get scared.
The frog finds it very unpleasant, but it is weakened, it does not have the strength to react. Then it endures and does nothing. Meanwhile, the temperature still rises, until the moment when the frog ends – simply – boiled dead.
If the same frog had been immersed directly in the water at 50° it would have given a strong paw and would have jumped out of the pot immediately.”
However, this pot has a further disturbing characteristic: its size. It involves the whole world.
But “Being boiled” also has a slang meaning, at least we can remedy that.

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