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mercoledì 21 agosto 2019

Traveling in space-time with Virgil




A drama in a prologue and three acts

Characters
Virgil:  a Latin dead poet
Dante: an   Italian poet still alive
Men from  Hell
Ealk : Great Beast, guardian of the Ante Hell
Waitress
Men from Purgatory
Angels from Paradise
Beatrice: a beautiful celestial lady

Prologue
Somewhere in the space  the Latin poet Virgil and the Italian poet Dante meet again, after almost seven hundred years, for starting a new journey on the universe of human vices and virtues.
Virgil will lead Dante Alighieri, as a guide, across the space-time, through as many different  levels of the human vices, as many centuries have passed by from their first journey.
They will travel  together  through the hell of  desperation up to the hope of repentance of purgatory. At the third level Dante eventually meets Beatrice who will lead him to the true love shore of Paradise.
  
Scene 1 of the Prologue
Dante and Virgil
An aseptic room. On the left a door communicates outside. On the right a spiral staircase leads upside where the spaceship awaits for Virgil and Dante to go. In a total darkness the creak of an opening door. Dante will desperately call for his master Virgil.

Dante (a frightened voice in the darkness): May I come in? Is anyone there…? Schoolmaster!!! Are you there? Please answer me… for God’s sake…
(After a short but heavy silence’s time, a scrubbing sound of a lighting match will be heard in the darkness. Then a candle will light an old man sit down at a table covered by piles of books, papers and maps.
Virgil (after reawakening,  he lights the candle ): I must have fallen asleep…Who is in there???
Dante (still trembling): Is it you, master?
Virgil: (going to meet Dante, hardly recognizes his friend, lighting his face) Dante…? My son!!! Why are you so shattered and distraught??? What happened to you???
Dante (getting closer to his master, almost crying in a mixture  of joy and relief ) Oh, Virgil, masterly teacher of my trembling soul… if you only knew what I have gone through…
Virgil (placing his candle on the table, embracing him with protective affection): It’s all right now, my son…
Dante (falling on his arms, starts crying and sobbing): It has been really very hard outside there, in the darkness… I saw death in the face…
Virgil (l.b.): Please, take a sit, my son… It’s all over now…
Dante(reacquiring some trust): Thanks to God I’m with you now…
Virgil (l.b. pouring a glass of water from a jar on the table) Of course… It will be all right now… Please have some water…
Dante (drinking with desire the water): I have escaped three horrible beasts…
Virgil: Have you?
Dante (trembling again and looking afraid at the door): Yes… A tiger, a serpent and a monkey persecuted me up to here…
Virgil: Be calm now… they can’t surely get inside here…
Dante (reassured he looks gratefully at Virgil): I know they can’t my sweet master…
Virgil (with a gesture of affection): Forget about everything now…Are you still determined to take over our journey?
Dante (with a sigh of relief): More than ever master! With you by my side I can face anything fearless!!!
Virgil: (pointing out the spiral staircase)  Don’t you fear to face a long and risky journey  through the Universe with that spaceship?
Dante: Not at all, master!!! I told you: I’m ready to go anywhere with you by my side!!!
Virgil (taking a map on his hands): Let’s talk about it then! Everything is ready… I’ll show you…Do you know what is this?
Dante (bending on the map): Well … I see two cones turned upside down …
Virgil: Come on! It’s an astronomic figure!!!
Dante: I’m sorry…It might be a double cone diagram …
Virgil: That’s better. The bottom cone  represents the past and the  light cone, instead, is future! The point where the apices meet is the present; so we are here now , can you see it?
Dante (pointing the map): Yes master, I surely can! But what is this kind of spiral down here ?
Virgil: The Great Spiral contains all the human’s history, since our brain can retain trace of it…Every concentric circle corresponds to a century time… the inner you go to the center, the nearer you get closer to our ancestral roots, do you get me?
Dante (with a thrill of excitement): That’s makes me feel a bit lost…It’s all so stately… so magnificent…
Virgil: Of course it is! We are talking about the space-time…That’s what the spiral really represents…
Dante (like lost in the clouds): That’s would be fantastic…
Virgil (preventing and reassuring him ): It’s out of our route to travel the warped direction… we’ll walk  the expanding  direction instead…  with our spaceship we’ll intersect the space time right here (he points up with a finger the map)… at the beginning of the fourteenth century and from there we’ll continue towards the present;
Dante (surprised and excited): But that’s the anniversary of my exile  from Florence!!!
Virgil (with an accomplishing smile): Of course! Right the 1302… Don’t you want to know what happened after your left the town???
Dante (enthusiastically): So I’ll be able to see my beloved wife???
Virgil (beating him dear on his head): Have you forgotten we are going to visit the Hell??? You’ll see her in Paradise!!! Or at least in the Purgatory realms…
Dante (disappointed but thoughtful): I’m sorry master… I didn’t forget it but for a while  I thought it might me a sort of passageway in the way to hell… ‘you know?
Virgil: Not at all, my son. Look! All along the spiral’s arms we’ll find the different circles of Hell; in its last part we’ll be in the so called Ante Hell; but here (he points  the map again), where the final part of the spiral almost touches the present’s point we’ll aim the peaks of Purgatory…
Dante (with lively curiosity): so I may argue that the Hell is in the same dimension of past life?
Virgil (complying with satisfaction): That’s right my dear learner. As a matter of fact the right established punishment for the sinners is to stay in the unhappy condition of human life forever, without evolving in a better life like we’ll see for the Purgatory and, above all, for the praised of Paradise!!!
Dante: I see…
Virgil: Don’t be disappointed. Can’t  you imagine a worse punishment than sharing your own time only with the evil without any good at all???
Dante (positively thoughtful): Of course you’re right…
Virgil: Put it this way: you’ll be able to see your enemies… those who exiled you… lost forever in their thirst of power, in the vacuity of  their nothingness… and those who betrayed you…
Dante: I’m not sure to want such a revenge…
Virgil: That goes to your praise and merit…Aren’t you curious about the destiny of the big priest Boniface? Charles landless Valois? And what about Raniero Zaccaria?
Dante: (sadly) I would prefer to forget them!
Virgil: You don’t have to stop forcedly with them…We can decide the first stop   in advance by the on board controls…
Dante: Do you mean we can land anywhere in the spiral lines of space-time?
Virgil: That’s exactly what I mean!!!
Dante: I fear to face events too close to my own story…
Virgil: There’s no problem, my son. We can go straight way to any of the circles of any century!!!
Dante : As far as I know something about some good guys I could really go further..Can I know only a few names before we go?
Virgil: Go ahead with the names please!!!
Dante: (thirstily) Giovanni Boccaccio,  Cino da Pistoia, Pieraccio Tebaldi, Bosone da Gubbio, Geoffrey Chaucer, Johannes Gutenberg  and his  pupil  Johann Numeister!
Virgil: You’ll find them all in the Purgatory or maybe  in the eternal joy of Paradise!
Dante (with a sigh of relief): I think they deserve it, don’t you master?
Virgil: It’s not up to me to decide, not even to discuss such matters…
Dante: I’m sorry master…
Virgil (overflying any argument): Have you got any other name?
Dante: Can you just tell me something about a certain Francesco, the son of my friend, the notary Ser Petracco?
Virgil: Despite everything he has deserved to play another chance to reach Paradise..at least for literary merits… Don’t you think so?
Dante (bewildered, pedantly listing ): Well, I surely prefer  Rinaldo Cavalchini, Menghino Mezzani, Manuello Romano, Giovanni Quirini, Angelo Poliziano, Luigi Pulci, Lorenzo di Pietro, Giovanni di Paolo, Cristoforo Landino, Franco Sacchetti, Leonardo Bruni, Francesco da Barberino and …
Virgil: (cutting him straight) That’s ok, my son!!! I have got your point of view!!! May be you would like to make our first  stop further in the fifteenth or in the sixteenth century…
Dante (changing attitude, almost apologizing): Oh, the sixteenth  is my favorite one..so full of art…discoveries…new ideas…
Virgil: I’m with you… you can start from there our journey… if you want to…
Dante: Well, it depends from the people we might find over there…in the lines of the infernal spiral I mean…
Virgil: You can make some names, if you want…
Dante: I have a great number in mind…
Virgil: Make ten of them… just to start…
Dante: Let me see… I would start with… Martin Luther,  Nicolaus Copernicus, Leonardo Da Vinci, Niccolò Machiavelli, Michelangelo Buonarroti, William Barker, John Calvin, Sandro Botticcelli, Tintoretto, Luca Marenzio…
Virgil: All in Paradise!!!
Dante: That’s good!!!
Virgil: Any more names?
Dante: Oh, I’ve a great copy… Why don’t you tell me,  master, some names worth to be heard? I would be so grateful…
Virgil: (surprised): Well, there are really plenty. What do you think of Hernan Cortes?
Dante: Do you mean the Spanish conquistador???
Virgil: That’s him, my son…
Dante (a bit upset): Speaking  about Spanish people I would prefer to talk with Diego Guillén de Avila,  Pedro Fernandes de Villegas or with Pedro de Padilla, ‘you see?
Virgil: Well, of course I see, but they are all guys of Paradise…
Dante (quite mortified): I’m really sorry, master…
Virgil (with resolution): Never mind! Do you have any  other names?
Dante: if I were assured about some other figures I would ask you to start straight to the beginning of the seventeenth century…
Virgil: Whom would you like to know of?
Dante: Raffaello Sanzio, Giorgio Vasari, Sir Francis Drake, Amerigo Vespucci,Giovanni Bellini,Adriano Bancheri, Anne Boleyn, John Calvin, Catherine de Medici, Mary Queen of Scots, Charles the Fifth, Nostradamus, Ivan the Terrible, GianPierLuigi da Palestrina, Michel de Montaigne…
Virgil: All of them out of the Great Spiral except for Francis Drake, Nostradamus  and Ivan the Terrible!!!
Dante: (very thoughtful) I’m in two minds… I’m not sure I want to stop just for three names…May I ask for any others?
Virgil: Come on with your last names then!!!
Dante (in one breath): Oliver Cromwell, Johannes Keplero, William Shakespeare,  Cervantes, John Donne, Francis Bacon, Renè Descartes, Thomas Hobbes, Walter Releigh, Mazarino and Richelieu…
Virgil: Only Richelieu and Mazarino have got trapped on the Infernal spiral! But all these names lead us straight to the seventeenth century!!!!
Dante: Very well! I’m ready for the 17th century now!!!
Virgil: Let’s go then!!!
(while they go towards to the staircase which leads to the spaceship the lights will be off)
...to be continued...

giovedì 6 marzo 2014

The long man's trip on the way of knowledge


 
 

Since long time past manhood has wondered about the most inner significance of our presence on the earth.

I imagine our primitives ancestors, still wrapped in their beast’s furs, asking themselves the meaning of the stars in  the sky, some brighter , some farer, some fading away, like falling down; or  they might be thinking why the rising and the setting down of the sun, the pouring rain, the flashing of the lightening, preceding the boasting thunder; and the mystery of flying , the fascination of dreams, the secrets in the silence, the magic of a new life coming out from feminine bodies.

They started worshipping the sun, the waters, the eagle, or the great mother because of these unanswered questions. May be the first spark of this craving of knowledge has started around the fire, old men telling stories to be remembered by the young of the tribe.

The quintessence of hundred thousand years of this human research can be found now in the great religious books of humanity: the Indian Vedas and Upanishads; the Tibetan Book of Death; the Wisdom Books of the Holy Bible; or even in the mysterious books of esotericism.

You might believe or not believe in God (I personally do); and we can discuss for thousands of years  Which One is the Only God (but I know there is only One God, anyway); some can call God the Cosmic Essence of the Universe and some others can crush the Unity of God in to a Pantheon of Gods (like ancient roman and Greek did and like Indians still do); you can even keep on worshipping idles and totems (as matter of fact money and lust are not  but the modern gods of contemporary times); but if have spent your life without searching a reason to be born, then your life has passed you by uselessly.

Through  centuries and millennia men have even abused of the power of knowledge, misusing magic formulas for cheating poor people, frightening them with the shadows of God (God Himself cannot scare anyone, because He can only love); the Books themselves were instruments of power: those capable to read them on them the sacred truths could exercise a great power on those ignoring the meaning of the signs traced on their lines.

This special issue of Arspoeticamagazine deals with the matter of knowledge in the beginning of the seventeenth century.

 Angelo Ruggeri shows in a selection of works, how Milton, Giordano Bruno, Galileo Galilei, Torquato Tasso and other great minds of this century, have handle and dealt with such a sensitive subject and  why the established power counteracted their thoughts.

In the same century, but in the last part of it,  I set my novel “Four voices, only one story”, where four main writers and their friends of the Academia of Lamole, in Tuscany, are compelled to hide away from Holy Inquisition because they have decided to translate in to vulgar language the Sacred Scripture against the 1596 Pope Clemente VII’s Decree, who wanted the Holy Bible still to be published only in Latin ancient language (incomprehensible to most  people).

Still remains a great question: up to where can manhood  push his thirst of knowledge? Is it right to go beyond anyway? Is it correct to restraint the longing of manhood to break all the frontiers of knowledge? And who is titled to check scientist, poets and all the men who feel free to research the truth anyway and anywhere? Such questions are still of topical actuality and is not in the intentions of our magazine to dare to give any answers to them. I can personally only say that when I was much younger than today, my answer would be simply aimed to deny any chance of control or censorship.

But now I’m not so sure anymore.

 

Next on Arspoeticamagazine

martedì 25 dicembre 2012

Happy Christmas and a Happy New Year


The Star full of love

I woke up one morning
and there was a star in the sky
I followed that star
all around the world

I was searching for love
and when I found myself
on the starting place,
after twenty five million miles,
I realized that  love was inside of me.

That star was a star full of love.

venerdì 17 agosto 2012

Across the infinity skies



Who knows how did you feel
During those seven minutes
Of rising warmness
In your space-shuttle
Till the final explosion
Sky-wards?

Did you think to your son?
Or to your father?
Or did you see
That river dissolving
In the terrestrial valley
You wrote us about
In your last e-mail?

And, please, tell me, Laurel,
If you still see your friend Orion
yonder!
Tell me
If you still turn your eyes
Down to the earth!

When you are travelling
On your space-ship again
please keep me a seat
For that time I’ll also be shipping
To Orion
across the infinity skies!

Cagliari 2005