Pasolini had told us, Nicholas, we were getting old, but we have not heard. If you can, read these words with honesty and answer anyway. Of course the invitation is open to all, to all those who want to understand. This is also my opinion about what came out of the membership. poetry tradition (Pier Paolo Pasolini's 1971 - to pass beyond and organizers)
unfortunate generation Oh!
What will happen tomorrow, if the ruling class-
when they were novice
not know the poetry of the tradition
made it an unhappy because without
realistic smile was inaccessible
and even for what little they knew her, had to demonstrate
they wanted to know yes, but as detached from the game.
unfortunate generation Oh!
in the winter of '70 that you used coats and fancy shawls
and were spoiled
who taught you not to feel inferior -
you repressed your divinely childish uncertainties -
who is not aggressive is the enemy of the people! Ah!
books, old books passed before your eyes
as objects of an old enemy
sentisti the obligation not to give
at the beauty born of injustices
forget you were voted down the good feelings
from which you defend as the beauty
with racial hatred against passion;
came into the world, which is great and yet so simple,
and encountered those who laughed at the tradition,
and you took the letter that falsely ribald humor,
youth by erecting barriers against the ruling class of the past
youth soon passes, oh unfortunate generation,
will reach middle age to old age and then
have enjoyed what you had no right to enjoy
and that you can enjoy without anxiety, and humility, and so
understand to have served the world
zealously against whom "you brought forward the struggle":
was it that wanted to discredit the story - his;
it wanted to wipe the slate clean of the past - his;
oh unfortunate generation, and you obeyed in disobedience!
was that world to ask its new children to help
to contradict, to continue;
you will be old without the love of books and the life:
perfect inhabitants of that world renewed
through its reactions and repressions, yes, yes, yes, but mostly
through you, that you have rebelled
just as it wanted, Automaton because;
there eyes filled with tears
against the ringleaders and the Baptistery with boys
intent from season to season
you had no tears for the octave Cinquecento,
no tears (intellectual, due to pure reason)
never know or are acknowledging the tabernacles of their ancestors
or the premises of the fathers masters, painted by
-and all the other things sublime
not make you wince (with those burning tears)
the verse of an anonymous Symbolist poet who died in
the class struggle will rock you and prevents you from crying
stiffened against everything that he did not know of good feelings and aggression
didst pass a desperate youth
and if you were intellectuals,
you not want to be so until the end,
while this was among the many then your duty, and because
have committed this treason?
for the sake of the worker, but no one asks a worker
worker was not until the end
workers do not wept in front of masterpieces
but not perpetrated blackmail and betrayal that lead to unhappiness then
oh unlucky generation
cry, but tears lifeless
not know why maybe even go back
not having what you do not even lost:
Calvinistic poor generation as to the origins of the bourgeoisie
pragmatic childish, puerile active
you sought salvation in the organization
(which can not produce more What other organization)
and have spent the days of youth
speaking the language of democracy bureaucratic
not ever coming out of the repetition of formulas, which organizes
could not be told in words, but for formulas
yes,
you will use to paternal authority in the hands of power
imparlabile you wanted it against power,
unfortunate generation!
older I saw your heads full of pain
which spun a confused idea, an absolute certainty,
a presumption of heroes destined not to die -
oh unlucky guys, who have seen close at hand
a wonderful victory that did not exist!
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