Nadaism is not dead

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... I will not work, I will not engage any activity in the long or even in the medium term - but I'll need help! Please check out the nadaist contract at the bottom of the page

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Friday, November 24, 2006

Love stories

A very very good friend, who I met in Rishikesh, got to know I am an amateur writer and wanted me to tell her a love story. She even gave me the beginning, the 1st statement, which would be "when he saw her she was standing by the open window with a red rose in her hand and the untamed wind caressing her face", or something of the like.


Possibly as a counter reaction, I ended up telling her a story of unfulfilled love, dramatic, the main character consumed in pain and fear. I'm not sure she enjoyed it, but I think it was actually the same kind of love she had asked me to tell her about, the romantic love; the feeling of a teenager craving for a beautiful girl, the impulses and the blindness of somebody taken by passion and desire, the jealousy in a relationship...

There's the nice poems meant to express that one cannot even breath without the loved one, there's the possession and the strong fear of losing the loved one, there's the despair, desperation and craziness when the loved one does not love the one. All seem to be aspects of the same kind of love, romantic it is usually called, which regards the loved one as an object of love, and not so much as a person to love to, which happens in the mind only; and it is not such a big exaggeration to say that it hardly needs the loved one. At least not for the romantic game, for which a single person, the one taken by love, is enough.


I tried to explain to my friend that I don't really like this romantic love, even if I'm not sure I believe that I don't. Well, love for me is a struggle, since reluctant women always manage to make it that way. Then, I kind of despise romanticism, but start my quest for "real love", for that love happening only when the two people are together, that kind of magical feeling in the present, pure, crystalline, (not when I'm missing her or waiting or looking for her or just thinking about her).

But what about that quest?. It is probably a new pattern, a solution for the struggle in which the impulse to look for love and the fear, blind fear for it, both get into a new balance which looks rationally sound and beautiful - or maybe just very very unromantic and a bit insane.