The generation betrayed is my generation, the generation of the Resistance. Because everything was made, also incredible, for avoiding the birth of democratie, basic purpose of Resistance that, consequently, was immediately called “betrayed” and not only in Italy. In Paris one spoke of “affaire Italie” and in London of “Italian affair”.

Our poems should need, consequently, of a historycal and political preamble, a healthful rewriting of the History of  that time, based on incontrovertible facts that we promise to send on line as soon as possible.

Our poems, as we have already wrote, make poetic comparisons to the new humanism and to the Sartre’s moral and therefore are divided into two parts: the first turns its attention to the history lived, the second to the moral exigency also if, as a matter of fact, history and moral are indivisibles. All both want to present the main characters and witnesses of such a generation. So , as I wrote, “Ho affondato le mani nel sacco dei ricordi come in un bracere” (“ I have ditched my hand in the bag of memories as in a brazier”). I have defined the characters come out from this bag “the freedom  of desperates” because I have so known them and again so I  feel them in my mind.

The History begins by the alienation of the prehistory, look at the light of liberation for falling after overwhelmed in the disappointment, i.e. in a new alienation. A  dialectic that repeats itself – alienation / liberation/ new alienation- without end, without synthesis.

Pasolini achieves theirs “Ceneri di Gramsci” (“the ashes of Gramsci”) with pessimism. What avails – he says nearly – to enter in the History if “the History is ended” ? He , in fact, sees concluded the age of Hegel and Marx.

But if the History discovers to be the sole immortality possible on this world, one opens a new age, these of the ethic subjectivity of Sartre. Immortality is reserved to  everybody has fighted for freedom. For the others there is only the Hell of oblivion.

The second part turns the attention to moral reflection in a Country, Afric, where nature is at the same time ruler and revealer, where freedom and bondage, peace and war, life and death always lie in ambush. And it is in Paris that man finds in the creation his foundations for being man until discovering, at the end of boulevard of the seasons, the final Myth of the life. Because without myths it is impossible to go forward.

Didn’t Platon base Atlantis as final Myth of humanity ? And didn’t be his teacher Socrat, he too, a desperate of freedom ?

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