Associazione non-profit Miradois

PER LA PROMOZIONE DELLA CULTURA E LO SPORT TRA I VICOLI DI NAPOLI

16 ottobre 2009

18.30 Presentazione del libro NAPOLI SICCOME IMMOBILE da parte degli stessi autori ALDO MASULLO e CLAUDIO SCAMARDELLA, modera Carlo Nicotera

20.00 Consegna PREMI MIRADOIS (II ed.)

20.30 Presentazione Progetti dell'Associazione

21.00 Esibizione degli artisit: Maria Basile Scarpetta (monologo), Peppino Isaia (concerto al pianoforte), Paolo Moscarelli (voce e chitarra)

II PREMIO MIRADOIS NAPOLI

Vico Miradois 4 - NAPOLI

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           In Naples, the passage of time seems irrelevant. There are few clocks in the streets, and they are almost always wrong. It's as if Neapolitans were totally unconcerned with plans or appointments, and existed instead in an eternal present where all that matters is the show. Each Neapolitan and there are more than a million of them appears completely absorbed in the production of a one-person street theater in which everybody else is either an extra or a foil. Neapolitans tend to ignore the history all around them, these scooter-hurtling, anarchic, operatic Neapolitans. Instead, they carry it inside, in the blood and in the bone. For however much citizens of the 20th century they may appear on the surface, they are still recognizably the children of old Vesuvius, the threatening volcano that looms over their city superstitious, fate-full, given to lotteries, the cabala, and books of dreams. They're also the pleasure-loving creatures of a bay that long ago invented the holiday. (The oldest vacation home dug out from Vesuvius' lava dates from the early second century b.c.) So they love idleness and fireworks and dressing up for feast-day processions rooted in pagan times. Even the Italian dialect they speak with bewildering speed and intensity brims over with living echoes of the past. For it has the lazy gutturality of Arabic, the language of the traders and Barbary pirates they once hobnobbed with. And it bristles with a slew of words and phrases derived from German, French, and Spanish, a relic of the city's golden age, when foreign kings and emperors competed for the prize that controlled the central southern Mediterranean, the strategic key to world power in the Middle Ages. For 700 years Naples was a royal capital, full of castles and palaces, with a powerful local aristocracy. In the 17th century it was the largest city in Europe; in the 18th, the undisputed center of Italy; and even in the 19th, after Garibaldi's unification, when the last king abdicated it remained the engine room of Italian culture.