How Many Hours Of Star Trek

Approach to the narrative, a fantasy world

Un autore piuttosto noto ha regalato questo testo ad un mio amico piuttosto noto (autore anche lui) che ha pubblicato sul suo sito un corso di scrittura gratuito veramente intelligente. Lui è Fabio Bonifacci (the friend). Stole it away to post it here, so readers, can approach a little to the theme of the story and his friend (whose site is one of my links).

The enemy who tells

One of the major obstacles to the story is already written in the motive for which one begins to do so: the signature. That is for the writer, journalist, film director. Anyone who makes art that tell a story.

E 'pushed really hard for anyone to begin with the desire to tell the world. Many begin to tell themselves. A minority already sophisticated to show the sharpness of its vision of the world. In any case, to talk about himself. We

know: you get closer to artistic practice led by the same need of someone who buys a Ferrari or sculetta contests tissue. You only want to inflate the chest and scream "I'm here", how does the orang cousin which we share 98.8% of DNA.

Then, at best, slowly changing. You forget yourself and you are passionate about the things to tell. It 's the philosophy of the bullet that invented Lamberto Sechi Panorama of the sixties. He said that the journalist should forget himself and report the reality as dry as possible. The signature, rendered useless by the homogeneity of style, was replaced by a dot. That Panorama without signatures e senza “io” è stato uno dei migliori periodici italiani.

Per chi narra le cose sono diverse. Gli stili si differenziano, il tono si personalizza, lo stile può diventare ricco e sofisticato. Non c’è bisogno di firmarsi coi pallini, o di praticare l’anonimato ma la sostanza deve restare quella: bisogna dimenticare se stessi e pensare al mondo che raccontiamo. Possiamo scrivere come Gadda o fare film come Bunuel, ma solo quando raccontiamo qualcosa che necessita di quello stile, non per mostrare la nostra intelligenza & abilità.

Il giuramento del narratore

Sono narratore. Il mio compito è raccontare la realtà. Tramite me la realtà rappresenta se stessa.

Devo trasfigurarla affinché sveli qualcuna delle sue mille oscurità. Ma devo sempre ricordare che non sono altro che un postino che porta la realtà al lettore.

Penserò al mondo che si rappresenta tramite il mio lavoro, e penserò a chi deve godere della rappresentazione. Ma non penserò al mio successo o a quello della mia opera, puri accidenti poco più che casuali.

Il pensiero dell’insuccesso o della gloria non occuperanno la mia mente e non potranno distrarmi dal mio vero lavoro: conoscere più a fondo la realtà, e imparare ogni giorno a rappresentarla meglio.

Non mescolerò vita e arte perché so che il mio lavoro scusa i miei comportamenti quanto that of a laborer, a manager or a butcher.

not follow or fight the artistic mode of my time, because the fate of the mode is to be ignored.

try not envy or contempt for their colleagues and share it with the secrets of their craft that I know.

will never seek to highlight my skills. Little or much it may be, will be used to tell others not to show itself.

will treat with the utmost respect for all creatures of my imagination and I will try every means to understand it more deeply, as if it were a real being who needs to live my understanding.

I will not use the adjective "My" for people, ideas, phrases, images created by the mind that rests on my shoulders casually.

The copyright and the word "I", concepts to practical life, are wrong on a deep level. Not me who invented things are the things that come to be invented. Fantasy is a reservoir of all humankind. I work in earnest to learn how to access them in the most rich and efficient, but my fantasy is not mine.

Whatever happens, I will be grateful to fate for giving me a job that has the power to fill its existence.

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CAN 'IGNORE A BLOG FOR A YEAR? ALSO HERE because of Facebook. HERE ARE 10 REASONS WHY I HAVE DECIDED TO LEAVE





Too many months have passed since the last post posted, that melancholy. But time is a train, I noticed his passing. I'll try to do more. To use the blog to collect ideas and thoughts. The year 2010 is over! I find myself with a baby in her tummy and a great desire to dream. I have left Facebook, one morning I woke up and Hello Beautiful. Fuck, I want a real world. Real friends. Real enemies. 'll Post here the top ten reasons that led me to make this decision and I urge all those who have supported me, to do the same thing, instead of saying "good" and stay there.


10 Reasons Why I left FACEBOOK

1. Photos, videos and all more content put up for Facebook no longer belong to those who have put it. We have the false impression that our profile is like our house, where we are owners of everything that surrounds us. Instead, once you enter on Facebook lose property rights' intellectual about what we insert. Facebook allows each user to the possible use of any content made freely, which can even be licensed to others, without even a penny to be able to rely on its copyright. The license terminates when a user decides to delete that content on your account, unless the contents have not been shared with third parties and that they do not have them removed. About to be born Jacopo e non voglio essere tentata, come giovane neo mamma inebriata di gioia, di rendere pubblica l'immagine di mio figlio mettendola alla portata di chiunque.

2. Chiudere un profilo su Facebook, è estremamente complesso. Ci sono diversi trucchi nel sistema che impediscono di eliminarlo completamente e la parola utilizzata nella pagina delle impostazioni, “disattivazione”, non coincide con “cancellazione”. Mi fa sentire obbligata a rimanerci e io non sono abituata a farmi dare ordini, se non dà chi mi stipendi mensilmente . A tutti gli effetti Facebook è un'azienda di rilevazione statistica che gestisce i dati dei suoi utenti, senza pagarli, per venderli ai suoi clienti.(I vostri dati personali vengono acquisiti and every time you install an application, you are consenting to be used). They also say that it is difficult to take off from Facebook and how to quit smoking, so I want to get out before becoming official.

3. I do not like the way that Facebook, for its intrinsic qualities, turns people into spies. All to spy on colleagues, lovers, friends, friends of friends and former arrears. Curiosity is fine, but as a hobby have a look around the lives of others, I know sick. At best, the plot might suggest a new story but a mechanism is so widespread, it would be trivial. There are also people who believe that Facebook is their micro-society: moving pictures and applications as if they were moving, sometimes they do the cleaning, keeping order in their profile in the case of guests. With a click participate in an evening, a procession or a play, without even leaving your chair. With another click, attack the poster of their favorite actor on the wall. With a click maybe read a book (at least the cover) and another song while listening to a chat with the former, still in love who neglects his family since he became their friend. Or check all our friends and photos of their children to be able to say more about them. Then, perhaps, with a click fight and eliminate it with another, risking to involve feelings. During the downtime, with a click and get distracted by cultivating a vegetable garden con un click controllano gli orti altrui. Alla fine può succedere che queste persone, senza click si sentano sole e con un doppio click conoscano qualcuno e così via. Insomma, a parer mio, una vita del click.

4. Le cose, pur interessanti, che si leggono e si scrivono su Facebook, si perdono in mezzo ad un oceano fatto di decine di frivolezze, spesso anche poco comprensibili quando il rapporto che si ha con l'autore è di mera conoscenza più che di fondata amicizia. Un minestrone di concetti in cui annega il valore degli stessi. Il rischio è quello di appiattire, regalando o togliendo importanza a tutto mescolandolo col niente. Non sono così sicura che tutti i partecipanti, sappiano riconoscere e rimanere estranei a questo piattume.

5. I have no doubt that we are all against torture of Burmese monks, to promote energy saving and the legalization of medical cannabis, as well as contrarissimi the fact that the seals are small cakes made to shovel in the head, however, seems to me that no one has started to get busy after joining a cause or a group on Facebook. Their beliefs, even the most noble, here are reduced to one-click purchasing the incredible power to make us feel good and supportive. And if, for each click, were given a € of our account? Some think the Burmese monk seals?

6. The emptiness of mind that I happened to breathe in some pages and sometimes ha colpito anche me, m'intristisce. Anche i soggetti più intelligenti, su Facebook paiono trasformarsi in una massa di burattini, tutti frasette e commentini. Dal momento che non mi reputo più intelligente di altri, deduco che evidentemente anch’io possa aver subito questo effetto, e la cosa mi spaventa.

7. Ho la consapevolezza che, di sapere cosa stia facendo o come mi senta ogni tre minuti, non gliene freghi niente a nessuno (tra l’altro: davvero il meglio che possiamo fare con la nostra arguzia, ironia, cultura è cagare una bella frasetta ogni giorno?). Il sostegno e l’amicizia, dentro Facebook, non sono reali e neanche gli stati d'animo che ne emergono. Si tratta di un mondo finto, separato, come that of television, where someone decides what to publish and what to hide and then the mind, creates a series of masks which personally I run away from a life. We must consider that what one writes on another page, it's not really what I would tell you if I met him.

8. I discovered that all the people I know and who do not have Facebook, they are people whom I admire and those who have it, all of whom are not known or estimated.

9. It 'a bit' I write and read a little and I want to start doing it. Many say to me "will not be mica those fifteen minutes a day you spend on Facebook to stop you from writing and reading. You have the rest of the time to do what you want. " Questo dovrebbe farmi stare più tranquilla durante il quarto d'ora che butto via ogni giorno?

10. Sto per diventare mamma e se avessi una mamma, non vorrei avesse Facebook.