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Alberto Martini "The charms of the past." The World of John Bertacchi 1

              

                                                               Cover Alberto Martini

world Bertacchi John is a book that matches in progress on line John Bertacchi Libroweb . And as it finds its necessary accommodation in a printed anthology. Aspects being compared, usually called the front matter, namely images, documents, curiosities and photos about the poet of the Canzoniere in support of the Alps of his poetic production as well as demonstrating how to Chiavenna and Valtellina, thanks to the school, the poet is remembered and spread by inventing a wild sort of regional handbooks. Need to know about Italian literature Dionisotti as previously hoped. Claudio Di Scalzo discalzo@alice.it

THE POET AND PAINTER ALPINE DANDY

Bertacchi John had a fruitful relationship with the publishing industry, at least until when fascism and its totalitarian control strategies not otherwise imposed, and bears witness to the cover of the spells of the past (1905): the story in verse of the poet is drawn from one of the greatest Italian painters and engravers of European symbolism: Alberto Martini. Which will also have a fine career as a painter, echoing, in advance, surrealistic themes. It seems that Martini was often visiting the Palace Vertemate. Here, a chapter on rebuilding would be this: Martini Valchiavenna and maybe its relationship with Bertacchi if there were or whether the picture was just an idea of \u200b\u200bthe publisher.

Alberto Martini (Treviso 1876 - Milan 1954). Engraver and painter. Determining the study of Dürer. Its graphics: drawing, etching, ex libris, pictures, had the greatest moment of fame when it was poured in the relationship with Extraordinary Stories of Edgar Allan Poe (1905-1908). And with the holidays Galanti of the French poet Verlaine (1911). The World Martini was in no way linked to the symbolist and decadent season. In his works, it always appears the mysterious ambiguity of reality. Even the cover refers to this vocation. Making decadent but rather, in the verses of Bertacchi, is simply sad and humanitarian vocation. In 1928, Arturo Martini moved to Paris. Associated with Breton artists will attend but will not adhere to the surrealist movement. In 1934 he returned to Milan and lived there until his death apart.

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JOHN BERTACCA LIBROWEB 9: Percy, the Italian animation and the Pantheon of the future. JOHN

Protestant Cemetery in Rome

The poet told about chiavennasca The great illustration of how Italy was put on the trail of the "great foreign poets," making a sort of Grand Tour, which imposed the love poets read and studied, in this case, the English Romantics, and a kind of mold compound to be proposed to the readers of cultural journalism, we would say today, and geography of ideas. Claudio Di Scalzo

PERCY, THE SOUL OF ITALY AND THE PANTHEON FUTURE

Moreover, more than a bad disposition of Shelley, his judgments the Italian people were dictated by a reason of love. Italy is the case, because a slave. The Venetians are the victims of the hordes of Austria, which is oppressed by this miserable people no longer live, but immersed in a dream full of anguish and dark terror of life in Rome three hundred prisoners in strains that uproot the weeds of St. Peter's Square gives the image of the servitude of Italy. Came into the paradise of exiles and outcasts, pariahs and exile himself, he knew how to meet the brothers of misery and exile in the same children of this land and felt, at heart, to love them. As soon as the thrill of freedom, in '20, starts running the lands of Europe and even the South of Italy it is taken, he, hoping to see him to his faraway England announced the results in the two solemn odes to Naples and Freedom, inspiring the song in Italian towns, beautiful and fair as Amazons, each with its magnitude "From the islands it all up to the cold Alps, eternal riscuotesi Italy. The sea waves are the lonely cobblestone streets of Venice with light laughs and music. Genoa made widow, pale, moonlight syllable in the epitaphs of their ancestors, muttering: - Where is Doria? - The beautiful Milan in whose veins long ran - crippling - the venom of the viper, raise your heel to crush his head ... Florence, under the sun, the most beautiful cities, has suffused his face crimson with the hope of Liberty ...». It's coming, then to immature, the country shows, in whose name the poet sings: "What is the sunrise for the night, what is the north wind to the clouds, as the ardent enthusiasm with the earthquake, in passing, does ruin mountain solitudes - eternal Italy! - As your hopes and your fears are those for you. "

*

will call us with the very name of this foreign visitor who arrives just between us so beat up camp with our brother on the threshold of revival? Nothing what could he neglected to insert the secret soul Italic. He wrapped himself in the horror of the dark passages lead and Sant'Anna, where he relived the passion of Tasso are intoxicated in the paintings of Correggio, Raphael, Rosa; by Beatrice Cenci attributed to Reni drew inspiration for his most profound tragedy, which is the tragedy of an age and an Italian company, did not seem to appreciate the dignity in the Sistine Chapel frescoes by Michelangelo Camillo Boito called it "a storm of beauty", but the Medusa of Leonardo wrote verses of power left, similar to his other out of which, eliminated from within the ethereal visions of the most delicate, burst at times crossed beams of darkness by flashes of terror and desolation. Born

Anglo-Saxon, possessed even in its most hidden by the language of Italy, entered fully into uneasy intimacy of Petrarchan poetry and played the triumphs, innovations, sublimation that triumph of life over which he climbed peaks to cross into eternity. Against any religion or dogma, taught us a new prayer, reading Dante's Paradise in the shadow of the cathedral of Milan; resume the grounds of the Vita Nuova and Convivio, austere of cold abstractions, imbued with mystical dismay, a reflection of an irradiated bit 'pale dawn sidereal unknown, there placing a warmer passion in life, there's rincolorò all the colors of creation, they rinutrì lymph of the senses, pursued, cajoled, held each other and to each other intertwined, from color to scent the sound, in a process and keeping up cangevole, until it the word seems to be less on the edges of infinity.

Certainly the spirit of Dante visited in time the heart of this ecstatic poet, who acknowledged from the earth to greet her and every woman saw an idea that the universe congiungesse ... "There was a young man - he writes in Italian - who traveled to distant lands, looking for a woman's world, of which it was love." No country on earth home to the woman desired by him, but of all the districts, this to which he was to die was the closest to his dream.

To die, to be reborn.

If one day erect a Pantheon Rome to the memory of the great sons we amplified Italy, Percy will among the elect. The direction of our Enotrio exalt in the marble effigy of the virgin and Titan Mays Latin renew their tribute of roses to the poet of the free world and the eternal fairy tale ...

JOHN BERTACCA

from The Great illustration of Italy, in September 1924

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BERTACCA LIBROWEB: 8 th chapter. Chiavenna in postcard

Bertacchi John held a wide dissemination of the beauties of Chiavenna giving verses for greeting cards and captions to illustrate the pages of magazines dedicated to tourism. The letter bears witness that we publish. And if the readers / surfers and the keepers of memories bertacchiane would like to add these lines to their cards, as curator of this Libroweb, I would be happy to host these images.

Chiavenna on Mera

Bertacchi and captions for POSTCARDS OF CHIAVENNA

Chiavenna, December 15, 1933

Dearest, you enclose the rigmarole

Calista. If you must read,

need to make several tests. = I would also like to ask you to transcribe

machine, without a signature, the following verses and returned with the original.

Thanks for all your John

= For Chiavenna framed view of the plant:

All the cradle of your memories, good

Chiavennasca, up here you can see,

crowned by a large tree branch that

brand on her as a faith.

= For the square where stands the bell:

Mayors and archpriests series is old

successer humble city.

God only remains, and seems to bless

every faith, every practice and every age.

= For the view of the rock with beer on Mera

Scoglio and the terrace where I dreamed my first

wave patterns between the songs, and where I

mescea the lager

a muse that is no longer gentle.

= To view the courtyard of the so-called Roman

What a time this court has ever

not know you care, please visit: the houses of men

style

comes from the memories that v'aggiunge the heart.

= For the overall view of the Village:

Fixed Posina, the village my father,

which is forever in the years I saw him loved him,

before it reaches the pick today

and four hits me throw it down.

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JOHN BERTACCA LIBROWEB: 7th chapter. Travel Writings on Shelley

Percy Shelley Bisshe

Travel Writings on Shelley

The poet in the twenties, inaugurates a series of trips in the footsteps of the great poets who visited and stralklusnieri wrote about Italy and Italy. Bertacchi actually invents a Grand Tour trod on other tracks, even poetic, and it takes the air of his journalism and his well-known emphasis. An emphatic on the road? It would appear so. His predilection goes to the Romantic poets, Shelley all. The fate of the drowned Shelley found on the beach at Viareggio and burn them on a pyre by his friend Byron and wife Mary who saved the heart in a glass case. Shelley joined the delicacy that a secular, libertarian passion alive. Some say anarchic. How

appears here is the final part of an article-essay appeared on the big picture of Italy in 1924.

The largest part is the yearbook of Tellus, 27, from the leaning tower to the Alps, with the symbolic title of "A mountain in Viareggio," although in his "journey" says Shelley Bertacchi well in Pisa and the Serchio .

Percy Shelley, the soul of Italy and the Pantheon future

Moreover, more than a bad disposition of Shelley, his opinions on the Italian people were dictated by reason of love. Italy is the case, because a slave. The Venetians are the victims of the hordes of Austria, which is oppressed by this miserable people no longer live, but immersed in a dream full of anguish and dark terror of life in Rome three hundred prisoners in strains that uproot the weeds of St. Peter's Square gives the image of the servitude of Italy. Came into the paradise of exiles and outcasts, pariahs and exile himself, he knew how to meet the brothers of misery and exile in the same children of this land and felt, at heart, to love them. As soon as the thrill of freedom, in '20, starts running the lands of Europe and the South of Italy they have taken, he, hoping to see him to his faraway England announced the results in the two solemn odes to Naples and Freedom, inspiring the song in Italian towns, beautiful and fair as Amazons, each with its size: "From the islands it all up until the cold Alps, eternal riscutesi Italy. The sea waves are the lonely cobblestone streets of Venice with light laughs and music. Genoa made widow, pale, moonlight syllable in the epitaphs of their ancestors, muttering: - Where is Doria? - The beautiful Milan in whose veins long ran - crippling - the venom of the viper, raise your heel to crush his head ... Florence, under the sun, the most beautiful cities, has his face suffused with crimson with the hope of freedom ... 'And' the coming to immature then, the country shows, in whose name the poet sings: "What is the sunrise for the night, what the north wind is the clouds, as the ardent enthusiasm with which the earthquake, in passing, does ruin mountain solitudes - eternal Italy! - As your hopes and your fears are those for you. "

*

will call us with the very name of this foreign visitor who arrives just between us so beat up camp with our brother on the threshold of revival? Nothing could be because he neglected to introduce it in the secret soul Italic. He wrapped himself in the horror of the dark passages lead and Sant'Anna, where he relived the passion of Tasso are intoxicated in the paintings of Correggio, Raphael, Rosa; by Beatrice Cenci attributed to Reni drew inspiration for his most profound tragedy, which is the tragedy of an age and an Italian company, did not seem to appreciate the dignity in the Sistine Chapel frescoes by Michelangelo Camillo Boito called it "a storm of beauty", but the Medusa of Leonardo wrote verses of power left, similar to his other out of which, eliminated from within the ethereal visions of the most delicate, break beams of darkness at times crossed by flashes of terror and desolation. Born

Anglo-Saxon possessed even in its most hidden by the language of Italy, entered fully into uneasy intimacy of Petrarchan poetry and played the triumphs, innovations, sublimation that triumph of life over which he went to cross peaks in the eternal. Against any religion or dogma, taught us a new prayer, reading Dante's Paradise in the shadow of the cathedral of Milan; resume the grounds of the Vita Nuova and Convivio, austere of cold abstractions, imbued with mystical dismay, a reflection of an irradiated bit 'pale dawn sidereal unknown, there placing a warmer passion in life, they rincolorò of all the colors of creation, they rinutrì lymph of the senses, prosecuted mild, held each other and to each other intertwined, from color to scent the sound, in a process and keeping up cangevole, until it, the word seems to be less on the edges of infinity.

Certainly the spirit of Dante visited in time the heart of this ecstatic poet, who acknowledged from the earth to greet her and every woman saw an idea that the universe congiungesse ... "There was a young man - he writes in Italian - who traveled to distant lands, looking for a woman's world, of which it was love." No country on earth to house the woman desired by him, but of all the districts, to which this He came to die was the closest to his dream.

To die, to be reborn.

If one day erect a Pantheon Rome to the memory of the great sons we amplified Italy, Percy will among the elect. The direction of our Enotrio exalt in the marble effigy of the virgin and Titan Mays Latin renew their tribute of roses to the poet of the free world and the eternal fairy tale ...

; ; John Bertacchi

"Italy in the memories of the great foreign poets, Percy Shelley Bisshe"

from The Great illustration of Italy, in September 1924

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JOHN BERTACCA LIBROWEB: 6th chapter. A moment of nostalgia

Bertacchi with his nephew John, 1925

The poet wrote poetry in dialect in old age. In 1929 it had sixty years. On this date also published her latest collection in language: "The eternal tomorrow." It almost seems, to those who care this Libroweb, a solitary witness to step inside the mind of the poet chiavennasca that tired, disappointed, isolated for his anti-fascism, meditate to cling to the dialect to strengthen even more the strong resistance to black shirts and Regards Roman prelude to any persecution. Bertacchi of dialect poems were collected - with great intelligence filogica and discuss their origins and development - and therefore by Guido Scaramellini This book, reprinted several times, please. The latest edition also contains valuable pictures: John Bertacchi, dialect poetry, Chiavenna 2001, Pro edition Chiavenna. In

Libroweb publish "a moment of nostalgia," which is one of the most read and remember the ground chiavennasca and Lombard. The poem was published in the journal The Torototele 1 January 1933. Together, composing almost a perfect triptych (and in the future they propose), there were "forty years of school" and "I have visited in the winter." The magazine was obviously very small, not very common, but after the rise of fascism to the poet that nothing remained similar or related magazines, such as Alba Serena, the world of the blind. Needless to point out the idiocy here, history and culture, which before the war unleashed by Hitler and Mussolini, in Italy you were on the whole society into a totalitarian and authoritarian, sometimes even read newspapers as Corriere della Sera. It is sufficient that such eminent historians to re-read the testimony of Louis Medici, a close friend of Bertacchi, who was director of the Milan newspaper, to prove at least embarrassing. But back to the dialect poetry that "tells" a Christmas excluded, a Christmas where the reliance on scales of their own imaginary land, can only produce nostalgia.

Bertacchi touches all the strings of the sentimental pathos with a vein of romantic ballad, a tale of waking and in front of the holy eve of the festival: there's the restaurant, the place par excellence of solitude, where dinner Chiavenna thinking, and to heat the food you just have to rethink childhood. Among the many insights evoked, which also give pain mediated by melancholy, it takes the strength of the adolescent search Bertacchi in Pratogiano, moss and laurel to the crib. With this image of dedication intent to decorate the fundamental event of Christianity - to which even the writer, in other latitudes, those of Pisa, took part - I conclude my brief remarks to a poem memorable generates in me the regret of not knowing how to read it properly, but readers, I hope that many of Libroweb of this chapter, they will surely at best, and the eve of Christmas. Cds, December 24, 2005

A moment of nostalgia

Quant Ciavena if the INOC
up, I know the mountain between mez,
Q. I know quii de Gandon ròcia
stravaca that in d the''campaign;
that which is then whether the paees
ciaman Tuti i gees, I

, úbandii de Lombardy
by the decree of fate mè, look for a place
on tavernas,
the wheels of a quai föoch fireplace, and Stoo
there to watch the oc i pasa
cont imbambolaa

TAC, prop 'sum
moment who I am, in dent' s room, the handsome colt
, with sentiment
tut de distance sailing
gh'é What 's that VIIf
or moor in the' winter of mè co?

Fora 's Dim:
that I come in on the curtains and to inno Gió straat,
as in a large font if scenarios
Profiling mè valaat. Perhaps
'st' time, up to Ciavena,
sonaràn for the novena.

O novena de Natal
vegia both trad and nova,
paar that my cel de val
to feel if the co-movement;
paar that is there on the propi
preúepi el de Geúü.

CAAR preúepi, regòrdi me!
with his comrades, I finished school, if
Coreva tuc d'acordo
up Capiöla
Prost and to seek, among Erbo mat,
gold, MUFA and spungiaràt.

Po of the stuf in the DEFA was a
between concomitantly to the scene alive: There were the
Pascoe, There were the AC, the sonadoo de
There were bagpipes,
El Bambino, which makes the dwarf
between du the beast, in the huts. How to rop

nA bastrüch
talked me into this scene, Sora
Fada sciüch
to four days along the de la novena!
Ghe sentivom at the feet of de riciàm
nosta mam.

Na Po L l let him come at that great day
quad Inocente

to appear if he saw the three Magi from the Orient, the trios
re: Gaspar, Melchior,
Baldas, the teúòr cont. In

NOC quii kings inscí beautiful, streamlined way to
to Vun Vun,
carried on the hip for cameos
quaicòs a nun ... Nun
to scüur, coi öc avèert,
trepignavom sot ai cuèert.
E l dí dòpo un carnevaa
tra tüc nün compàgn de giöoch:
magatèi, trombét, soldaa,
cont i eúempi arènt al föoch.
Fèsta granda, incoronada
d’una zena prelibada.

Ma, pö dòpo, che magón
tornà chiét sot ai lenzöo!
Piü vin. dolz, piü panéton,
tüt finii, i mè pòvar fiöo...
Domàn... scöla!Epifanía
tüti i fèst i a pòrta via!