A few weeks ago at the Courtauld Institute, based in the south of the magnificent Somerset House Strand, a seminar was dedicated to Italy of the nineties, the Book From the Tute Bianche bloc, led by Frederick Country and Daisy Jones, Francis Raparelli guests Montanelli and Marina, which has filled the time of the collective initiatives and debates Uniriot to Wisdom.
There has been talk of riots yesterday to explain what they are today, to see if the first had been right to exist, if only to 'back', and if new reasons and credentials now have to last. There is a small but not invisible to Anglo-Saxon students who, while ignoring the performance of Benigni, of Fazio, and the Scalfari Veltroni, or our comic-pagatissimi militants persist in wanting to learn what good we have done in our recent past.
And if it is right on the seventies to come down, if not oblivion, at least a bit 'of silence, so much rhetoric and reactionary as opposed to veterans, you do not understand why we even forget what it was our year post -Tangentopoli. As Alex Foti wrote in his useful Anarchy in the Eu, for all the political movements that are not found in Kinshasa or Sarajevo nineties were a true psychedelic experience, compared with the "Gothic gloom" of the year Zero.
And not surprisingly, the interest of an institution is certainly not 'arsonist' as the Courthauld those groups that the theoretical point of view, linguistic, creative, even aesthetic, have often inspired other European radicalism, and that these are interconnected , compared meeting. Book the same block are from there, the white suits, not by video-calls of the Republic.
As I watched those guys that instead of queuing up for Fashion Week took notes on the G8 summit in Genoa, the Wave, the new strategy of tension, I could not figure out where it ended and my enthusiasm began, rather, my sense of guilt: Ten years ago attributed to many factions of the anti-globalists have responsibility too often succumbed to narcissism, all'autoreferenzialità, the lure of the talk show without having taken the steps.
And several fellow-Zapatistas-the-bar-by-side gave me, and in part still gives me the impression of exploiting the beatings taken by cops to get to the place in Parliament, to the third degree to the mediocre "adult" never put on the plate its own contradictions. But history has given them reason, however, and certainly not the liberal columnists, the thoughtful former incendiary, or 'brothers' Criticón like me.
Going back to those days when universities are in turmoil - March 19 has run a very nice person taking the ICE, the Institute of Contemporary Art, sacrosanct entitled "Why we fight?", And 26 other large march against the banks - a question haunts me: and if it would last? And if, for the umpteenth time, students retreat, crushed by too many responsibilities to carry on their shoulders? What this movement will have to find common ground, if we in Europe should be, if indeed the deal here in London should serve some purpose? On the simple and ordinary reaction to the choices of governments, the "No Cuts!"? Or will find in this fantastic opportunity to renegotiate the interconnection rules of the game and exploitation, the same sense of being opposition, taking the good has been done, not long ago, the big brothers? Paul Mossetti, and curious writer, born in Naples in 1983, one of the founders of the activist groups and The Call Through Europe.
He lives in London. In the photo, the Book bloc during a student demonstration against the Gelmini decree of December 22, 2010. Click to enlarge 
There has been talk of riots yesterday to explain what they are today, to see if the first had been right to exist, if only to 'back', and if new reasons and credentials now have to last. There is a small but not invisible to Anglo-Saxon students who, while ignoring the performance of Benigni, of Fazio, and the Scalfari Veltroni, or our comic-pagatissimi militants persist in wanting to learn what good we have done in our recent past.
And if it is right on the seventies to come down, if not oblivion, at least a bit 'of silence, so much rhetoric and reactionary as opposed to veterans, you do not understand why we even forget what it was our year post -Tangentopoli. As Alex Foti wrote in his useful Anarchy in the Eu, for all the political movements that are not found in Kinshasa or Sarajevo nineties were a true psychedelic experience, compared with the "Gothic gloom" of the year Zero.
And not surprisingly, the interest of an institution is certainly not 'arsonist' as the Courthauld those groups that the theoretical point of view, linguistic, creative, even aesthetic, have often inspired other European radicalism, and that these are interconnected , compared meeting. Book the same block are from there, the white suits, not by video-calls of the Republic.
As I watched those guys that instead of queuing up for Fashion Week took notes on the G8 summit in Genoa, the Wave, the new strategy of tension, I could not figure out where it ended and my enthusiasm began, rather, my sense of guilt: Ten years ago attributed to many factions of the anti-globalists have responsibility too often succumbed to narcissism, all'autoreferenzialità, the lure of the talk show without having taken the steps.
And several fellow-Zapatistas-the-bar-by-side gave me, and in part still gives me the impression of exploiting the beatings taken by cops to get to the place in Parliament, to the third degree to the mediocre "adult" never put on the plate its own contradictions. But history has given them reason, however, and certainly not the liberal columnists, the thoughtful former incendiary, or 'brothers' Criticón like me.
Going back to those days when universities are in turmoil - March 19 has run a very nice person taking the ICE, the Institute of Contemporary Art, sacrosanct entitled "Why we fight?", And 26 other large march against the banks - a question haunts me: and if it would last? And if, for the umpteenth time, students retreat, crushed by too many responsibilities to carry on their shoulders? What this movement will have to find common ground, if we in Europe should be, if indeed the deal here in London should serve some purpose? On the simple and ordinary reaction to the choices of governments, the "No Cuts!"? Or will find in this fantastic opportunity to renegotiate the interconnection rules of the game and exploitation, the same sense of being opposition, taking the good has been done, not long ago, the big brothers? Paul Mossetti, and curious writer, born in Naples in 1983, one of the founders of the activist groups and The Call Through Europe.
He lives in London. In the photo, the Book bloc during a student demonstration against the Gelmini decree of December 22, 2010. Click to enlarge
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