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The lesson of Peter Brook (Part I)

By Peter Brook, until a couple of weeks ago, I did not know much. I knew the name, which was a world-renowned theater director, that the admiration and applause never ended flakes from its parts - in short, it is clear that if you go to see with your eyes, what you get is pure marketing and characters artfully constructed and incense of the press releases. So, I went to hear his lecture at the Piccolo Teatro Studio in Milan. Check that is already full. The best places are all occupied. Lovers cooing and whispering, and sway, and are arranged without creating disorder. The heat in the room definitely has a strange connection with their emotional temperature. You can not avoid reading the word Master on their lips. Then comes Peter Brook. If you've never seen you surprised to see this little old man who walks amid the applause, very British in appearance and bearing, but at eighty played with jeans, sneakers and a black leather jacket. Fonzie seems to be great, when he lost hair tuft grease, and life has already given us everything, and it is a healthy carrier of Experience. It sits on a chair. It is exactly in the center of our attention. To his left: a guy in the turtleneck sweater from the sixties more intellectual black patent leather shoes that shine a very long while asking questions Brook, some really embarrassing, like the one on the contribution given by the actors blacks to his theater. To his right: the translator, long hair and boots, that sometimes, instead of translating what he hears, smiles and nods - like Peter Brook addressed directly to her, not knowing the audience - and while he smiles and nods, interprets but often misinterprets and apologizes, retraces his steps, and contains the words for what they are, with their precise meaning, and nothing più. Comunque, niente di meglio che avere una traduttrice dalla nostra. Peter Brook, divertito e completamente a suo agio in mezzo ad estimatori ipnotizzati, avverte che la sua lezione subirà la seguente variazione linguistica: l’italiano per i saluti e l’introduzione, l’inglese per gli argomenti terra terra, il francese per le discussioni intellettuali. Il pubblico ride. Gli stereotipi linguistico-culturali sono sani e salvi perfino qui, ma il modo in cui sono presentati è chiaramente ironico , ed è una cosa del tutto fatata godere degli stereotipi mentre li evidenzi e li smagnetizzi con l’ironia iniziale. Non faccio in tempo ad uscire da questo pensiero, che Peter Brook, il suo inglese slow and peaceful, they fill the empty space of the theater. The focus is skyrocketing. And even the questions and long-intellectuals like the guy seems to break the attention. Only Peter Brook to tell his adventures: the African type, where every day, he and his crew come into a different town, and without knowing the language, without grasping the culture, with theatrical forms that play primarily on the gestures and body, groped there to communicate and share experience & humanity & other ways to encode life. And the idea is that of Peter Brook to get to the heart of things, you create a vacuum around things, discover nude - such as theater, that needs no grandiose sets and costumes strophic, and spectacular machines, but only of empty space and actors who live in that space until the end, with their whole body - the body's energy, accuracy mimetic of the body. Obviously, it's in French that says these things. He tells her before sending them on his head a phrase that will never forget: "The theater is a mirror of society, and the mirror does not need gold frames. Box office hit. And I'm thinking about this and ask about the Chinese theater and how to become filmmakers - that question has no answer except: the more you give us in with the director, the more you learn: the fashions, the teachers, with stuff the expiry date. The audience in a trance. Silence and concentration that lasts as long as Peter Brook does not get up, and runs to lead evidence before the show, and fans with the word Master in his teeth and hands red phones on again with applause.

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Diary of the board: 's University as Limit Experience

Now that it's over, now that the fence where young minds graze and chew theory does not contain me anymore, now that I do not I see more bleating inside the fence and sit for days on the ideas of others, only now I realize what was the University, and as I grazed and ruminated and bleating and hatched. Just put one foot out, and the world unfolds beginning right from under your foot, and Horizon is not just what you have before, but meadows crossed by new boundaries - other ways to close and reach out and protect themselves and be called - remember that it was not a space like the others, that enclosure. That we had lived well in there. And browsing knowledge in the company was not too bad: a strange way of cultivating friendship, and sharpen the sense of sharing. But understanding the fence, I was not given while we were in the middle. You lived it, traverse it in his circle, to explore the center and the periphery of the fence, thinking that one day he'd had a vision. And the overall view reaches you now, when the memory is already clean, everything in order, without a stain, remember that you belong to the end because it defines the age at which burned and ruminating, and all this you enough. So, before anything else, thanks to the overview - an image taken from above, almost an aerial survey - in particular understand that fence was the university that you lived 'experience of limitation . Especially: your limit. Let's say you're in a classroom, and that the human landscape around you have chaotically along the arc of the half-cycle, and the air turns as the case of students between the sleepy and the principle of inertia, and that some of the guys if they are fiercely and silently on the sidelines while others with new age ways tell of what has easy and reckless and extremely engaging their sex life and that of the blue is a professor with a beard at first sight and the untreated right tone of color of the tie, a professor who takes off his jacket, rolled up his sleeves, takes the microphone, says Good morning, and then give yourself time without surprises you with behind-the semiotic model Enunciazionale and the whole history of the text and Simulacra text. We have for a moment that it happened. That, like a thousand other occasions, it was an experience of limit: that you put to the test, and have now confirmed the finitude and the reduced size of your learning. In seconds, you have to be understood literally limited, wearing a little so you know, that did not feel anyone. And to avoid feeling scientifically None - a meteor solitary and invisible to the elliptical orbit around planets immense - you begin to concentrate and take notes and catch up. Let your pen flow while your young mind absorbs and begins to hatch. And all the time spent brooding and ruminating is key - usually in the pasture fence, for something like five or six years, a lifetime, once truly endless. And what at first appeared as a limit is further as a threshold : an open door to a new field of knowledge. A new field of knowledge and enter fearful, with the first tentative forays, and then we run about in the long and wide, challenging Point Of View & authority on the subject. This mechanism is central to the University: Application and Limitations of the method are many thresholds to cross. Obviously, not all limits, in the long run, prove thresholds. I, the Economy, I never could really understand. In that field of knowledge, there are always went with someone who accompanied me, and the visit did not last that the time of examination. It is a very special area, the economy. A ghostly, vaguely post schizoide nei confronti della vita quotidiana. L’astrazione elevata a potenza. (Sono convinto che molti provano questo nei confronti della Semiotica, o di qualsiasi altra scienza, e questo la dice lunga sulla persistenza dei limiti). Ma l’esperienza dei limiti non finisce mica qui. Mettiamo che molto tempo fa un tuo limite è diventato una soglia, e che quella soglia l’hai attraversata così tante volte che all’ingresso c’è il tappetino del casa-dolce-casa ad accoglierti, e che in quel campo di sapere ti sei spinto così lontano da arrivare a vederne i bordi e i confini. Questa volta è l’esperienza di un Limite sia interno sia esterno a te stesso. Il tuo limite su quel sapere coincide con un limite più generale - Edge of knowledge on which many have ventured. Usually, you're on that edge when you write the thesis. And the argument, at best, resemble edge diaries written by those who have gone further unfold and see new lands and continents away. The experience of the limit that moves as you move yourself. Mica kilometers. Only a few steps. But that's where you see that the fence that you have hosted whole season has had its day. This is a reminder of new and more adventurous and less traveled areas. Mirage is what to call you out.

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Blackbeard: Terror of the Seven Seas"



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Edward Drummond, born in England in 1680 , was destined to become one of the most 'great pirates of seafaring history. Become a pirate during the War of English Succession , was so 'in love with his work that he decided to filibuster not stop even at the end of the war booty! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ become an outlaw, he took to plunder any ship encounters on its route, including those of his compatriots, thus attracting 'dela ire on the fleet of his Majesty' in Britain. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Operating under the pseudonym "Edward Teach " killed, rockets, 'looting' and awe 'for years the east coast of North America (sometimes even taking advantage of naive some of your colleagues, remember Stede Bonnet ). His nickname " Blackbeard" was due to the unkempt beard he grew on his face and made him look like a battle in "black devil out from the depths of hell . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His adventurous life studded large firms, and brutal killings, ended in a battle! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stopping in a secluded bay to make repairs to his ship was caught with only nineteen men with more than two English ships' 60-man crew! The British commander Robert Maynard, the challenge 'to a duel after Blackbeard had boarded his ship and forced to flee the second English vessel. The duel was about to turn in favor of the attacker, it had disarmed his opponent, but the number of English was too higher than that of the pirates and this saw to it that Blackbeard was surrounded and killed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ His career as a pirate however, was exemplary! He was also one of the few famous pirates (not Morgan who became Governor of Jamaica) to not die on the gallows, but in battle! Unless 'so' the honor and also in his last fight proved 'its fantastic fighter skills, becoming' a symbol for all Pirates of the Caribbean ! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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Blackbeard: "The Strongest Pirate of the Seven Seas" JOAN OF ARC



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Born Edward Drummond in England in 1680 , the pirate known as " Blackbeard " learned his trade as an English privateer during the War of English Succession . When that war ended in 1714 he drifted into outright piracy, operating up and down the North American East Coast , attacking English shipping and anything else that came within his grasp.

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Blackbeard operated under the pseudonym of " Edward Teach ." His nickname came from the beard that he let grow to cover almost his entire face. In combat, he stuck burning slowmatch (a slow-burning fuse used to fire cannon) under his hat; with his face wreathed in smoke and flame, he was said to resemble a fiend from hell.
Legends about Blackbeard's ferocity abound . Once, while he and his navigator were peacefully drinking in Blackbeard's cabin, the pirate pulled out a pistol and shot the man in the knee without warning. When asked why he had crippled the navigator, Teach replied that if he did not now and again kill one of them, his crew would forget who he was.

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Blackbeard met his end in the fall of 1718 in the narrow channels of Ocracoke Inlet , where he had stopped to refit his vessel. There he and nineteen men were discovered by a superior English force of two sloops carrying 60 men. Blackbeard and his men fought fiercely despite the odds. His first broadside blasted one sloop right out of the battle, and his second almost cleared the deck of the remaining sloop. Blackbeard then rammed the second sloop and led his men to the attack, where he found himself facing Lieutenant Robert Maynard , the commander of the vessel.

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Maynard and Blackbeard both had pistols, which they fired at nearly point-blank range. Blackbeard's shot missed the Lieutenant, while Maynard's hit Blackbeard in the body . But Blackbeard didn't fall. Instead he took a swing at Maynard with his cutlass, shattering the astonished Englishman's sword with one mighty blow.
But before Blackbeard could finish the helpless Maynard, another British sailor attacked him from the side, slashing his throat so badly that blood gushed everywhere. Still Blackbeard fought on, but soon he was surrounded by English sailors, and they hacked and cut at him until he finally toppled over, dead. Seeing their leader fall, the remaining pirates also surrendered.

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The short battle had been remarkably bloody and savage. Of the nineteen pirates, ten were dead and the surviving nine were all wounded. Of Maynard's crew of 35, ten were killed and 24 wounded. Maynard examined Blackbeard's body and found that he had taken five bullet wounds and twenty cutlass blows before finally succumbing to death.

He was without any doubt the greatest pirate of the seven seas !!

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