Meeting Benches World art in all forms

CONTAINERS – GWF Hegel: There is nothing in heaven and on earth, that does not contain the being and nothingness. CRADLES – A. Porta: Cradle of my nothingness, into the nothingness of the cradle, smooth dwelling, without powder nothing. ANYWHERE – Silhana, Indian text: Nothing here, nothing else. Wherever I go, nowhere. The universe itself is nothing. And nothing down …

Call me Peppe. Really, my name is Giuseppe. Nice to have you among those who read me, and thanks to Meeting Benches, offering to those who want it, the ability to publish something. I’ll tell you – in short – the story of a path suspended above the sea, but you will not forget, accompanying me, that we are walking …

For more than half a century, a piece of blue has turned to the gym, that is, in a certain way of life. I have exactly the same age, and in my years I have seen grow – without realizing it – all the nuances of what clove color, suspended between sky and sea. Nice to meet you, my name …

Pico is in the pages of a new book, one written by Giulio Busi and Raphael Ebgi. Giovanni Pico della Mirandola died in a November day in 1494, at the age of 31 years, but after more than five centuries, for him, is not only his proverbial memory. In his portraits, we can observe a handsome man, in his writings …

An ancient game, with its strict discipline, the game of billiards. Four sides and a soft rectangular field, softly green. Inside it run colored marbles, those that the player hits with an auction – the stick – or throwing with his hands, trying to understand the point to hit. Tic-tac, above the color of grass, the imagination of the possible …

Imagine a cylindrical object, made with wood. Imagine that niche, divided into two distinct parts. Imagine a human infant, unwanted by his parents, put in one of those two parts. Imagine a hand of mother, who runs the mechanism of wood, giving the piety that had grown in her womb of woman. Here, what you have imagined, existed for centuries …

Travel in Italy. http://www.amazon.it/Viaggio-Italia-Charles-L-Montesquieu/dp/8842047139  Charles L. de Montesquieu, examines and describes the social scene and the intrigues consistorial, admires the beauty of women Florentine and Venetian, is questions the liquefaction of the blood of San Gennaro, along with the misery of the Neapolitans. He, a politician and diplomat, scrutinizes the United Italians of his time, but anchored to their decline, …

Travel in Italy. http://www.amazon.it/Diari-viaggio-Italia-Grecia-Turchia/dp/8862612222/ref=sr_1_49?ie=UTF8&qid=1420197195&sr=8-49&keywords=viaggio+in+italia Virginia Woolf, novelist, essayist and activist British – died aged 59, in 1941. Among his novels, Mrs. Dalloway, To the Lighthouse, and Orlando. Among his works, translated into over fifty languages, her diaries through Italy start of the twentieth century. There are many ways to write travelogues, but his is absolutely original, because she moves away …

Travel in Italy.  http://www.ibs.it/code/9788887804607/chateaubriand-f–reneac/viaggio-italia.html FR de Chateaubriand, the travel writer, politician and French diplomat, dies in Paris at age 80, in 1848. With him (and his travels), was born on French literary Romanticism. On his trip to Italy, visiting Rome and the Roman countryside, going to Naples to Vesuvius and the mysterious archaeological sites that surround the volcano. The Italian …

Travel in Italy. http://www.amazon.it/Goethes-Travels-Italy-Residence-Fragments/dp/0548168172/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1420199683&sr=8-1&keywords=travel+in+italy%2C+goethe The title of a book by JW von Goethe, his travelogue in the “land where the lemon trees bloom and foliage dark fulgono oranges gold. Because where there is much light, there is also plenty of shade. “In 1832, on his deathbed, he took leave from the world, this man of 83 years – reminiscent of …

You start by saying one thing, as a good sailor, which I am. If you want to come in the Island of Sylt, you will have at your disposal at least four days and your own “strandkorb”. Let me explain. The North Sea is ventilated, very breezy, why you is essential that strange wicker chair (in two places), obviously with …

APPEARANCES – K. Popper: An unknown reality, the world, behind the appearances.               DISTORTED LEGS – J. Women: Disfigured is the proportion of the world: the two legs on which it rests, reward and pain, remain distorted.       RISING MORNING – Shami Manzei: To compare the ephemeral thing in the world? Nowhere, …

AT THE WINDOW – AR Holst: The winter freezes, and the bushes are already blacks. Would light the fire, if you come back, as then, in that old story of the two of us. But I stand at the window, silent and thoughtful. The winter freezes, the years have passed. WEAK LUCERNE – Taqui Mir Mohammad: Sadly the evening darkens; …

Oysters and blue crabs, my childhood friends. Do not ask me, too – please – because my parents called me Annapolis call me Anna, simply, and I’ll take you in a few frames of my life in Maryland. Just to start, imagine to land on the beach where the Potomac River came to the sea, because in that place – …