the country that has no need of young people. Italy  |
| A portrait-caricature of the English philosopher Miguel de Unamuno. |
The philosopher Miguel de Unamuno Spain lash its end 800 with thoughts more than ever present in Italy today: a need for "fresh sprouts" to renew the relationship between "culture and nation."
There are no current domestic lives in our intellectual and moral life, and this is a quagmire of stagnant water, not a current spring. Only a stone can agitate the surface and, at best, stirs the mud at the bottom of the well and cloud water. Under soporific atmosphere extends a spiritual desert of dryness terrifying. There is no freshness or spontaneity, there is youth. Here is the terrible point: there is no youth.
There will be young, but youth is missing. And the point is that the Inquisition and the latent formalism senile to keep suppressed. In other European countries appear to be new stars, most of them are wandering and disappear soon after their appearance, there's cock of the day, the genius of the season, not here, there's even this: always the same dogs and with the same leads. It is said that, here and there, there are germs alive and fruitful, means hidden, but the soil is so compact and pressed the tender shoots of the seeds fail to break the deep layer of the crust, do not make it to break the ice.
A man who, at his age, retains a more mature faith, a vigorous enthusiasm of youth, says young people promise something up here for thirty years, and then turn into mollaccioni. Do not turn, turn them, fall injuries and anemic in front of the grid iron and brutal authoritarianism of our seriousness and our stupid, no one gives them a watchful eye on time and intelligence. They are to be different from what they are, our spirit of intolerance can not rancid thinking of allowing each to develop according to his genius and his nature.
little while ago a critic called quarter turn to '
Español for emerging authors and unknown, something like an open-air theater. Generous illusion! We may recognize the new shoot? We miss what Carlyle called the heroism of a people, to recognize her heroes. If the boys founded a magazine, you'll see immediately upon their heads the usual names of the cartel. In intellectual life, as in bullfighting - also plagued by formality - the alternative must be proposed by the hands of old swords, the rest will never go lower than the rank of
novillero . Along with this strain against the youth, there is a superstitious servility to the incense.
has been exercised with relentless fury and torment the task of crushing the fresh shoots, without distinguishing the wheat from the weeds to grow, and have not touched the mistletoe, tumors and growths of the old oaks, incense and untouchable. How many young people died in the prime of this company, which has eyes only for the hackneyed, blind to what you are doing! Considers all those dead who have not enrolled in one of the many freemasonries, one white, one black, gray, red, blue ...
In addition, moreover, that poverty of our nation makes it difficult to earn a living and take root, the primum
live stifles
deinde philosophari . The young people are reluctant to leave the hem of her skirt maternal placenta to separate from family, and when they do, they disperse their forces in the search for a sponsor to guide them in this chilling savannah. To escape the elimination puts into place all of their chameleon-like ability to take up the dark gray and faded surroundings, and succeed. It is not a fit to the circumstances causing these fit in turn, actively, to them it is a passive adagiarvisi.
We live in a poor country, and where There is a whole meal Moine. Poverty explains our economic anemia mental forces more fresh and youthful in a bid to sell out
succeed in the struggle for the fate
. There are few truths deeper than that for which, in the hierarchy of the social, economic ones are the first principles, the elements.
And our evil is not so much poverty, the commitment to show what is not there. Poverty made with the boiled bones, meat salad the other night, the pains and complaints on Saturdays, lentils on Fridays undoubtedly contributed to the watches of the night spent in reading books of chivalry, which dried up the brain to the poor Alonso the Good. And it is still current among us Domine Cabra's aphorism that hunger and health; Dr. Sagredo has set a trend, and continues to severely stress that tumors expressing the force of blood, and attacks of epilepsy excess health . And we prescribe the diet as a recipe. And care to tell the truth! What the states manfully, without anguish or circumlocution, is accused of pessimism and skepticism by the spirits fragile. He wants to continue the ridiculous comedy of a nation that pretends to be mistaken about their status.
There is a young Spain, or something that matches, no protest which is not an entrenched around the cafe tables, where the pantry is wasted talent and force. And those same Protestant orators of the cafés, many of them playful and full of life, when you face the public are compressed and paralyzed, and as bewitched by the collective view of the beast, they start weaving the most colossal vulgarity and most hackneyed songs public routine. It smothers the youth without understanding it, wanting to certain serious and formal as God wants the Pharaoh, the first is deafening, then it is called, and seeing that does not respond, it is disparaged. Our company is the old patriarchal family and
Castizo enlarged. We live in full
presbitocrazia (
vetustocrazia was called), under the Senate of
sachems, suffering the imposition of old unable to understand the spirit of youth and whisper: "Do not push, boys," when they are the ones that anesthetics welcome under their protection, "Ah! She is still young, has plenty of time ahead ...», like saying "you is not dumb enough to be able to alternate with me. The bewildering hierarchy of antiquity closed and occlusion of all streets.
The same young age or, better, older now, we formalize
, you stupid
is pigeonholed and are square, and becoming regulated as a cork, as pedestrians can enter in our board and English, if they behave like good children, to become bishops. Where is absent
youth also lack a true spirit of aggregation that arises from the overflow of life, the force that goes up and it is transferred. Here come the ossified society - whether born - because the anti-social is one of our traits. Extended to sexual relationships, our male brutality fomenting anti-social, a source of great vulgarity and obscene postures, finally submitting to the whims of men and women small plots, like so many puffins. You
depressing to see the damage the soul of our anti-social, of our wild masked. \\ [... \\] In the common life of the people and businesses, the extreme poverty of ideas leads us to saturate the conversation, as a filler, with clumsy buzzword, thus masking the mental stuttering, daughter of the poverty and opacity to wit, fasting substantial nourishment, leads us to have fun with the joke from the tavern and other low obscenity. There is a continuing tendency to vulgar ordinariness that I reported as characteristic of our old realism
Castizo . On this spiritual misery extends the octopus in this political and anemia have the congested centers more or less parliamentary. In a politicuccia so petty ingenuity supplants the solid knowledge and become guerrilla skirmishes. The smallness of the policy to spread his virus all other extensions of the national soul. And even the octopus is in crisis. The old parties, in their dried peel authoritarian, dragging dry and check as a sign of the times, the bon ton
skeptical that the distinction
elegant, neo-conservatism and gentlemen amateur shots with plutocratic.
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