Friday, March 26, 2010

Thoughts of an Italian Writer: (1b)

Dr. Antonio Castaldo, Sociologist and Journalist, Brusciano, Italy

"A Slow Walk between Art, History and Memory"

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Leaving behind the center of Marigliano we approach Mariglianella along the typographic workshop of the Anselmi Institute, a rigorous example of religious, social, educational and productive activities of success.

Later, passing under Villa Galdi, a sadness grips us in observing the dress of perpetual yard that has wrapped for decades that majestic beautiful and colorful building which still retains some family members that are dedicated to research, study, dissemination and guardianship of our heritage of art, history and culture.

We now touch Lausdomini, grasping for a moment the vanishing point in the bottom of the Campano course that leads us to the stretch of the "Ponte dei Cani" along the net of the "Regi Lagni Bornoci." There the course of the disappeared Clanio River flowed and on those banks the people of ancient Campania Felix alternated in confronting each other in bloody battles.

Entering into Mariglianella, crossing a patch of six oriental date palms, we observe closely the disused station of Circumvesuviana, the last to bear the name of the region ,then disappearing altogether from the new Pharaonic elevated stretch beyond the town cemetery, in the alienating dimension of a "none" postmodern place.

The sidewalks of via Marconi, became asphalt but they are very large and give a sense of freedom and safety, the passer-by, who is accustomed to suffering the claustrophobic confined spaces of the historic centers and the total invasion of motor means, lets out a deep breath. Take a look at the periscope, the curiosity is activated by five granite wheels wrapped in iron and crossed by canals on the inner face with an iron hole in the center. It is the testimony of the Itri mill that once produced flour from grain which the peasants carried from their fields with wagons, mules, horses, cows and later tractors, vans and trucks, up to about thirty years ago.

The walk on the Tavern evokes a rest period for the pilgrims on their way from Naples bearing towards Montevergine or for carriers connecting the inner province with the capital.

If you are in the company of a sweet and beautiful girl we could quote the old song "Nu poco ‘e sentimento” by Peppino Villani e Gaetano Lama: Io vèngo a père da ‘a Mariglianella / e mme songo partuta a matutino… / me so’ fermata a ogne cantenélla / e mma’aggio fatto ‘nu bicchiere ‘e vino! / E mo sapite ‘ncuorpo che mme sento? / ‘A voglia ‘e fa ‘nu poco … ‘e sentimento…” and who knows, so take a few good romantic auspices.

Indeed, a refreshment stop at any time, among those who are returning to liven up the Tavern of Mariglianella, which is also good for resting after the departure from Marigliano.

Feeling refreshed, we resume the walk. Now one vertical banner greets us from above the newspaper office of "Il Paese" which has completed its first decennial (1996-2006) as "voce dell’Altra Provincia”. We then intercept the small church of "Madonna della Sanita" in a historic place that returns to us part of the biography of venerable Carlo Carafa (Mariglianella 1561-Napoli 1631) who began with uncertainties, finishing his restless and unhealthy life at age 72, completing it with a great religious mission of dedicating himself to the poor, prayer, Christian and Catholic doctrine. Personal memory instead leads to the asylum of the Dominican nuns, and the memory of Sister Lorenza and dear childhood friends. We grew up with them, during elementary school with the good teacher Antonio Di Sarno and then in junior high, branch of "De Ruggiero" of Brusciano.
To be continued: "A Slow Walk between Art, History and Memory "(4)
Translation from Italian to English by Miriam Medina
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