In the middle of the last century, not a few authors reminisced nostalgically about the belle époque, lamenting a general deterioration that ranged from art to everyday life, from opportunities to customs, from quality of life to personal relationships. In most cases, the lament came from authors who had lived through the period as children, and therefore added to the context the memory of their fondest childhood memories. The next generation, born in the post-war period, who grew up listening to their parents’ stories of memorable times gone by, are today the ones who nostalgically recount the customs that have been lost, the opportunities that abounded and the environment that is gone. Curiously, the generation that is coming of age today, if it does not yet regret the golden days of yore, can already safely assume that it will only be a few years before it begins to do so, in view of the current degradation, both visible and widespread. What to say?
Solitude in Itself Is Far From Evil
Solitude in itself is far from evil. What is bad about it is the absence of good company and good examples, which are so often decisive in an education. It is true that, to a certain extent, it takes an inclination to endure it willingly; but even for those who have it, it cannot be underestimated how much they lose by not being able to surround themselves with influences that would naturally, inevitably make them better. In more extreme cases, this absence produces regrettable results.
Greek Mythology Is Truly Fascinating
Greek mythology is truly fascinating. The more we study it, the more we are impressed by the vast panel of human conditions it contains. In fact, we get the feeling that there is no feeling, no human destiny that does not find a model there. And the other unique creatures, the fantastic cities and scenery, it is all too vivid and stimulating for the imagination. However, it should be noted that, despite all the splendor of Greek mythology, its universe seems to lack a divinity that is not just a sort of man with superhuman powers. If that is what we are looking for, we have to look elsewhere.
In the Midst of Endless Hardships…
In the midst of endless hardships, there is no denying that poetic work holds a certain delight when it comes to choosing rhymes, choosing them and then seeing their effect. No matter how mechanized the process, the discovery of an unexpected rhyme is always pleasurable and stimulating, becoming like an addiction that only makes the poet more and more attached to language. After all, it is an addiction that ends up being productive and, once experienced, makes one wonder about the indifference with which some poets have repelled it.