Some consideration about Us and...Them

Perspectives. In almost every human difficulty, the root of every problem is the point of view. It could sound like something wicked. In effects, it could be so.
I think the problem is not a different point of view, but how certain people build own perspective.
Prefacing I nearly never have a unchanging opinion about the human being, my experience has put anyway some firm points:
1) human being's praticses and lifestyles change from parallel to parallel across the globe on we live;
2) human being's decisions are unreliable and in every context you cannot be sure if, what and when exactly a decision will be made and if, what and when exactly it will be turned in the action as you expect;
3) every human creation works only in the world created (or interpreted) by humans.
So, (1) introduces a set of praticses and lifestyles and (2) a subset in which we have an unpredictable movement of billions of elements (the human beings). If we consider that by now each tradition has lost his geographical identity due to the interracial melting pot, we could try to define the concept in this way: a primordial set (we can call it "the human world") with some subsets like tradition, praticse and lifestyle; another primordial set that we could define "the human rules" where are placed constants created and named by the human being like the time, the weather, the measurements, the animal names, the plant names, the inventions, the various classifications about discoveries and so on... At this point, try to unite the sets "human being's world" and "human rules". When you'll have done this, try to create for your own the relation between the subsets you consider relationables and write the reason of each relation choice.
The result will be:
1) your personal set of reasons about the subset relations, or rather your point of view about your surroundings;
2) a big set derived from the "world" and "rules" sets, called "Quality" and, currently, humanly unintelligible.
Quality has no explanation for the class of human beings, because until today men give importance to the numbers and, in effects, numbers and formulas give the illusion that almost everything, in theory, can be in the right place at the right time. Try to imagine a tree before the first man decided to call that funny thing "tree". It is the quality. Man, once assigned a name, has studied every kind of discovered tree, deducting that, to be considered as such, every of it needs to possess some fundamental features : roots, trunk, branches, twigs and leaves. He has put these features in a subset called "morphology" owned by the subset "tree", differing for example from the subset "morphology" derived from the subset "plant"...But...What could happen if tomorrow a new tree with tomato fruits were discovered? The subset of trees should be changed drastically, but...where would you put the new arrived? In which category? Plants? Or trees? Or maybe a new category? And how to explain the difficulty to give a correct place to the new arrived?
It's not fiction, because a similar event happened when a new kind of animal was discovered: the platypus. It was discovered by the researcher Shaw in 1799. Until that date they were considered mammal species the animals having, among other features, the presence of tits and hairs. The platypus has got features shared with mammalia and others common with the birds, for his way of reproduction laying eggs instead of giving birth to live young. Moreover, he has got a terrible poison under his foots, strange feature for a mammalia. The platypus discovery had a negative impact on the rigid scientific rules about the animal classification. Scientists decided to create a new category entirely dedicated to the platypus.
The human chaos in the set called "Quality" was represented by the platypus right in that time. Other scientific misunderstandings have occured during the history, recently too. For example, the modern method of medic research gives too much importance to the virus theory, as demonstrated in the failure of the "legionella" and "salmonella", considered initially diseases caused by improbable viruses (and for which every researching effort was done); in effects, after the failure of the virus way, different studies brought about the discovery of new bacteriums.
So, to come back to the speech about the perspectives, they are only the perception we have about environment, but an rigid opinion made by numbers and theory, in a subset depeding by a set where elements are in perpetual chaos and revolution, can only block temporarly the evolution itself of the "human world" subset, just because the "rules" set is an illusion.
For further details, I suggest you a book by Robert Pirsig, "Lila", in which the theory of "Quality" is well-analyzed.
Fellow men that speak their language with aristotelic methods should add a good portion of "free-heart-feeling" method. Not for human peace (it's another illusion) but to give a possibility to the elements of the subset "human beings" to swim easily in the invisible ocean named "Quality".

This is Italy (too)..!

Wednesday night. An awaited appointment. Beckett's "Waiting for Godot" in Stazione Leopolda's theatre. Never been there before. I decided some days ago that I HAD to be there. A fast dinner, followed to a nervous afternoon (my honorable acoustic guitar is thrown in the towel today, forever...), a few seconds to give myself an almost public face, and... let's go!...Directly to the theatre (with my inseparable scooter, obviously)...!
Just arrived, I have accessed to the square opposite to the entrance. I never noticed the public pub in the bottom of the square, sidelong to the big black (cock? Don't think bad, plz...) glassed theatre doors. Anyhow, all there sounds of clannish atmosphere. I was not wrong. No ticket box, no staff. Only a snobby girl, in front of the main door. When I was trying to enter, she has told me looking elsewhere:"You cannot enter...Nobody can't enter no more. Show has started 20 minutes ago.". I was asking to me "What the fuck does she matter with Beckett???" when in the while, a man was exiting from the hall and it could be possible to notice many empty seats. No announcement said about the need to get a ticket by presale. No spot said to be absolutely in time....
This is Italy (too): an interesting happening (the good intention), a gross, tall, flown - and probably reccomended - guardian (the girl in front of the door), an excessive burocracy (a known problem, unfortunately...).
What could be happen if I had bought a ticket by presale? In that short discussion, people were roaming around the square, prouds of their signed dresses and coloured drinks, totally unwittings about Beckett, Pataphsycs and the Absurd. Probably the Absurd is hidden inside everything, also in my situation at Leopolda.
I'm at home, I'm going to take a "Waiting for Godot" on divx format, sitting on my sofa to kill this nightly wish.
My only regret is about that empty seats.

A night with Rickie Lee Jones

This is my first post. It couldn't start in a better way. Just come back from a hot evening!
Yesterday I've taken a look at my favourite party sites in search of a cool happening for this night. Scrolling the various events, one of them jumped into my curiosity: a Rickie Lee Jones concert in a place called "Viper", at the north periphery of Florence.
I didn't know Rickie until yesterday night, when I've got some infos about her surfin' on the net. So I realized that she's a songwriter from Chicago, she's called also the "Duchess of Coolsville" and she has been engaged with Tom Waits for a while at the end of the seventhies. But this is constraining. I think so.
I've wake up at full day. It was one o'clock approximately. It has been a hot day. Consider that I live in an apartment on the top floor. Almost a loft. The sun here beats directly on the entire structure. So it's very difficult to be concentrated for study or work when you live in a place like this.
I was undecided if to go or not. After all, I didn't know Rickie's opera until the previous night.
I decided to go after my poor dinner, the third consecutive pasta in two days (yes, I forgot to do the groocery shopping yesterday, today every supermarket has closed) accompained by a local red wine.
So, the time to get some money by the cash dispenser, mounted on the scooter and gone.
I've used 40 minutes to arrive at Viper. Two wrong indications got by improvvised drivers and an unwilling pilgrimage around "Le Piagge" quarter have made my delay at the show.
When I arrived at a standstill, I've encountered a girl with a scooter and my same problem. We have been informed by two young gypsies that the green light near there was the Viper Theatre. I asked the girl about RLJ, she has answered me that she was interested in arriving at the Viper because she had to meet some friends there. Nothing more.
I imagined this place a bit more confortable to reach and to see. I have been disappointed about it. There were some boys in front of the entrance, but all the situation smelled like a desert. I have entered without paying any ticket. There was nobody at the ticket room. I have walked in the theatre room. It 's pretty nice. A big high-ceilinged room, at the bottom the stage, on the left a ramp to reach the lounge bar and the stage gallery, like a terrace.
The atmosphere was very intimate. A few audience, about a hundred people. I have put myself on the "terrace" gallery, so I could follow the concert at the left side of the band.
The stage was decorated by a few oriental stuff, like a chinese lamp attached at one bar of the drums, plus some other indian-like decorated clothes placed on the floor. The best thing was the guitarist, a strange boy with hat, gilet, a flourished dress shirt and a pair of old hip-huggers, with a tall-skinny body: he reminded me a middle way between a busker and a punk...Or like a youngster named Tom Waits! Fantastic presence. At the center, the queen of the event. 52 years old, a great feeling, a great sensitiveness. Rickie Lee James. Definitively, a BP. She has played with a great and unique carisma, driving the band for the entire show. She have played the guitar, bass and piano.
At a certain point of the show, introducing a song, she has said it was written for her mama, passed away last year. While she was saying this, she was looking to me. In effect, I was just in front of her. She was saying that to me for that while. It has been an unspeakable moment. I have felt like I was a friend of her all along.... Every word flowing out from his mouth had a confidential colour. Really, really pleased to have met you, Rickie.
Talking about the band, the guitarist have used an interesting gamma of sounds, from the scratching to the sweety, from the raging to the melancholic. The bassist has been accurate and he has played his fretless with a bow in the final bis track. The drummer have weaved percussive atmospheres for all time and an added musician have played different instruments for each song. Definitively, a positive night. I've got drunk with two Nastro Azzurro, what a shame!...Going back outside to the scooter, I've saluted the bassist and the guitarist. During the return, on the road to home, I felt like I've met again people I didn't see from longer time. I was so a high that I have shout the phrase "SAVE YOURSEEELF" at every whore I met, like a pagan (and drunk) priest devoted to making aware other people from the devil.
These are the typical situations you can't never guess if you don't try to go trough them. I ended up my night with a Kilkenny at "Guerrina" pub. Here I've known a pleasant person, an ice cream maker just come back from Tokio, where he have won a prize for the best hand-made ice cream (he has got a radicchio-flavoured ice cream too). We talked about every general and personal issue for two hours, until our bladders were almost exploding, so we had to salute us and go home. Has another fucking day gone? Yes, but with poetry, as usual. I like so.
Good night, people.