THE COLOR PURPLE: A LOT OF WINDOWS IN WEB-PARADE
thousand heads and no turtle, parties are a step back
Luca Telese
If you want to understand the geometry of a parade, you take it against you. But if yesterday tried to swim back in the great river of purple people, you did a great little discovery: the backbone of this parade - the first time in many years - the bony vertebrae of the parties and the debris of the joyous war machines of politics, not seen anymore.
resembles the network. It was not a trick or a sleight of hand. Yesterday I walked for two hours and twenty in the wrong direction, away from Termini station and Merulana like I finished on a huge treadmill purple. It was like the back of a river, like going in the opposite direction on the motorway I was never able to see the tail, never managed to get to the end, the wave pushed me forward constantly. Compared to the events of the last twenty years, even compared the memorable event of roundabouts morettiana of 2002, reaches the parade and you realize that, since its structure resembles more to the network from which it was delivered to the liturgy of the twentieth-century working-class political parade.
From 900 to 2000. Until yesterday, an event was important to win the head. That was a parade of the purple people in which each piece was a head, just as if it were so many open windows of an open source Linux on a screen, like a ride on google on a keyword to another: red-mafia agenda - Young-south-purse, but also handcuffs-teasing-knight-parodies, but also school-democracy-constitution-Pertini. I have walked the parade for an hour before finding the first flag of the party. There were many, but almost disappeared from the inventive do-it-yourself, the floats, the purple sofa cover recycled by way of banner to Kefia chromatically tuned, the auctions with hanging a scarf or a sock, the cassette Fruit used to enclose the puppets of Berlusconi and allegories brunettiane. After an hour and twenty I crossed the first-ranking leader, Luigi De Magistris. It was not hailed as a guest of honor, but digested as a fish, the human flood that thundered off festive in Merulana. Under the obelisk in Piazza Santa Maria Maggiore, was planted Rosy Bindi. Dozens of people had stopped to talk with you: was a leader of the Democratic Party of lighter gauge, it would be digested and mist over, as if a bunch of goldfish had ravaged. Catering
rifondarolo. In Piazza San Giovanni sighted secretary of the PRC, Paolo Ferrero. Walk in "bourgeois" with his girlfriend, Angela Scarparo. He 's happy: "Usually we say that we are sectarian, but the truth is that we have made available to this movement without wanting to plant flags ... Those who recite the Democratic Party majority in their vocation-he says with a smile - have proven very sectarian and bureaucratic. " Ferrero smiles: "I think it will Rifondazione of 800 buses organized at least 400 ... But without putting his hat. We did .... catering a Democrat. " It 's true. It found many along the parade, you say: "I came up with the coach of the Green", "With the Left and freedom," "Arrival by train, along with those of the PDCI. Many came to bring these coaches, but "guests" of politics that takes a step back. Claudio Fava - the left and freedom - the bike chains, and slips away Merulana in the parade: "This is a public holiday. I do not live as a defeat, but as a victory, the fact that the parties do not put their stamp, and that citizens have taken the first row. " With Nichi Vendola, a few meters back, we arrive at the paradox. Chased upstream, a swarm of people surrounding it. When you pass a section where there are many flags of the Democratic Party, raise the cry: "Do not give up! Candidates. " A march like a blog. It 's like in this procession, which is like a great blog on the left, the geometry of the parties is broken down and reassembled in a different order from what I have experienced so far. It is astonishing how quickly the color purple becomes a new common denominator. And it is as if the creativity of a new generation, the generation of twentysomethings who were just born when Berlusconi won for the first time, had become the new catalyst around which clear up all other stories.
Hierarchies & choreography. Here
has no more take the lead, the tortoise of the Roman phalanx, think of the event as a warrior structure. Count imagine a dance: there are hooded with 1816 P2 card pinned on his chest with the compass, there are floats with the puppets of Berlusconi, is Pluto, the dog of Barbara and Renato, who like their masters pettoralina red with the word "Respect the Constitution." Irene is coming from Pisa with its purple Mafalda, there is a wheelchair with a sign: "I have only two months, Mr. B. I was already angry. " It is probably sincere Antonio Di Pietro, sandwiched between the microphones that says: "We are one soul with the purple people." He paid the stage, so no need to stand on: it has become the provider of this parade, so he did not think it serves the mark with the symbol. Smart, once again, but also intelligent. It is impressive to the transfiguration of Angelo Bonelli, leader of the Greens regenerated, lean, and smiling: "As MP I weighed 96 pounds, are now at 77, I run in the morning, I think in another way ... The truth is that today the parties have been exceeded by the company. "
Hamlet and the Democratic Party. In the backstage area, you could find the political representatives of the last tribes host of the parade. Giovanna Melandri, Walter Verini, Lino Paganelli: the veltroniani. But the presence of a part of the PD, and beautiful except for Bindi, is the reagent that brings up the glaring absence of the staffs of the Democratic Party. Pierluigi Bersani has reasoned through the lens of another century, and his management team was embalmed in a pointless debate: how do we participate in events that we have not summoned, who will speak from the stage and who decides, who are these unknown of blogs and who provides for them, what happens if you offend Napolitano, how do we dissociate ourselves if there are any accidents .... A wonderful spin on the possible and improbable events: of which, unfortunately for the Democratic Party, if they have not encountered any of them. Yesterday the response spectrum of Hamlet who has mastered the new leadership of the Democratic Party, were the thousands of militants of the Democratic Party rushed to the streets. For years the old policy had to wrap his mighty processions of keeping order, to protect its leaders and activists with a band of beefy hands, play in the square barriers and hierarchical policy. The people of non-B-day yesterday down these structures, without which no one felt the lack. Viola, anarchic, tidy.
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