In un cimitero di Atene, il narratore incontra un uomo conosciuto molti anni prima, florido allora e ridotto adesso a fare il becchino. E il becchino racconta le sue disavventure che l'hanno privato della bella moglie, poi dei figli e di tutta la prosperità di cui godeva un tempo. La colpa di tutto ciò: la politica.
Cominciava a farsi notte quando prendemmo terra al monte Athos. Il nostro sbarco avvenne nella darsena, l'antico porto militare della Lavra: una rada miscroscopica la cui imboccatura, ristretta da un muro, è protetta da un'altra torre merlata. Sembrava di guardare la ricostruzione in minuatura di uno di quei porti militari del medioevo, come li vediamo nelle vecchie stampe. Ma non suo insieme non v'era nulal di guerresco, di minaccioso o di circospetto.
La Vita di Mosco è tanto poco conosciuta, che alcuni hanno pensato a torsi d'innanzi questo personaggio, confondendolo con Teocrito, e hanno creduto che il vero nome di questo poeta sia Mosco, non essendo Teocrito che un soprannome datogli a cagione della fama che si era acquistata coi suoi componimenti: poiché Teocrito vale; uomo di divino giudizio.
Di notte aveva fretta di rincasare. Cercava di vivere il più a lungo possibile di notte, perché soltanto nel tenebroso grembo di essa egli sentiva la propria esistenza schiudersi tutta, e poteva rivivere la propria vita con la dolorosa densità dei ricordi. Supino sul letto, rievocava non solo le figure e i corpi di coloro che erano passati nella sua figura e ne suo corpo e che, in un dato momento, avevano determinato il suo modo di esistere. Richiamava alla memoria anche i luoghi nei quali aveva portato a vagare il proprio corpo e dai quali lo aveva portato ndietro – ma non così il proprio spirito. Lo spirito, eterno, inconcepibile, a immagine di Dio, si attardava ancora là, a vagare in quei luoghi perduti: quartieri, case, città, alberghi, stanze in case estranee, scale estranee, balconi, giardini, salotti estranei, letti estranei...
I saw your death notice
pasted on an electric pole.
No relations mourned for you: you never had any.
Neither brother or sister nor children, I knew that.
A neighbour will undertake the costs, you had said:
I've taken care of everything.
I remember you walking under the trees
outside the Water Board.
Maxime du Camp et Gustave Flaubert furent en Grèce pour un peu plus d’un mois. Les deux amis, arrivés de Constantinople, débarquèrent au Pirée le 19 décembre 1850, et passèrent cinq jours de quarantaine au lazaret. Leur programme de visites est limité, faute d’argent et de temps. "Le 15 décembre, nous montâmes à bord du Mentor, qui, le 18, déroula sa chaîne dans le port du Pirée, où Chateaubriand eut vainement cherché le douanier turc dont le sort lui faisait envie ; la Grèce aujourd’hui appartient à la Grèce. Nous avions hissé pavillon jaune, car, arrivant de Constantinople après avoir fait escale aux Dardanelles et à Smyrne, nous étions considérés comme pestiférés. On nous enferma, au lazaret, dans une chambre meublée de quatre murs blanchis à la chaux ; on nous interna, on nous enfuma, on nous soufra et, au bout de quatre jours de claustration, on nous lâcha."
No account of the Renaissance can be complete without some notice of the attempt made by certain Italian scholars of the fifteenth century to reconcile Christianity with the religion of ancient Greece. To reconcile forms of sentiment which at first sight seem incompatible, to adjust the various products of the human mind to one another in one many-sided type of intellectual culture, to give humanity, for heart and imagination to feed upon, as much as it could possibly receive, belonged to the generous instincts of that age.
Nei nostri giorni accade il seguente ossimoro: mentre gli uomini si accalcano ovunque al punto di darsi gomitate, si sentono sempre più soli. Questo avviene perché hanno una grave difficoltà di comunicazione. Trovano difficoltà nello scambiarsi le idee, nel comprendersi, essere tolleranti nei rapporti col prossimo. I cosiddetti mezzi di comunicazione di massa sono una cosa davvero meschina. Producono propaganda, alienazione, estraniamento e un certo tipo di isolamento. Nessuna pubblicazione e nessuna immagine può sostituire la presenza umana. Di solito a solitudine crea insicurezza, inquietudine, paura, confusione interiore e può condurre fino alla melanconia.
Excerpt from C. Wordsworth: ATTICA [IMPORTANCE OF THE GREEK LANGUAGE FOR THE DISSEMINATION OF CHRISTIANITY]
Ælian recounts that one day Socrates took Alcibiades to a building in the city of Athens, in which maps of different countries were collected. Among them was a chart of the habitable world, as it was then known to the geographers of Greece. The philosopher directed the attention of his young friend to this chart with the intention of reducing the pride in which the latter appeared to indulge due to his vast territorial possessions on the Athenian territory. He asked him to indicate the position of Attica on the map and Alcibiades did so. Now show me where your own estate is located on the map, said Socrates. “It is not possible” answered the other; “you cannot expect my domains to appear there, where even Attica itself occupies so small an area.”
Nicephorus held the office of grand logothetes, or treasurer, when he dethroned Irene. He was born at Seleucia, in Pisidia, of a family which claimed descent from the Arabian kings. His ancestors Djaballah, the Christian monarch of Ghassan in the time of Heraclius, abjured the allegiance of the Roman empire, and embraced the Mohammedan religion. He carried among the stern and independent Moslems the monarchical pride and arrogance of a vassal court. As he was performing the religious rites of the pilgrimage in the mosque at Mecca, an Arab accidentally trod on his cloak; Djaballah, enraged that a king should be treated with so little respect, struck the careless Arab in the face, and knocked out some of his teeth.
In the year 782, Haroun was sent by his father, the Caliph Mahdy, to invade the empire, at the head of one hundred thousand men, attended by Rabia and Jahja the Barmecid. The object of the Mohammedan prince was, however, rather directed to pillaging the country, and carrying off prisoners to supply the slave-markets of his father's dominions, than to effect permanent conquests. The absence of a considerable part of the Byzantine army, which was engaged in Sicily suppressing the rebellion of Helpidios, enabled Haroun to march through all Asia Minor to the shores of the Bosphorus and from the hill above Scutari to gaze on Constantinople, which must have presented a more imposing aspect than Bagdad.
The Emperor Hadrian owned a splendid villa at Tivoli, of which the remains are still extant. In it he attempted to perpetuate the Reminiscences he had of Greece. He there constructed edifices to which he gave the names of Poecile and Lyceum; in their vicinity he planted the Grove of an Academy, and he dug the bed of an ideal Peneus through the pleasing Dale of an imitative Tempe. The Traveller in Greece recreates in his own mind such a villa as this. He provides it with the beautiful scenes that he once saw in that country; he revitalizes it with the transparent waters and fresh shades of a Tempe; he adorns it with the graceful porticos of a Poecile, a Lyceum and an Academy.
No character of primeval Greek tradition has been a greater favourite with modern poets than the hero of the well-known play of Aeschylus. The common conception of him, however, made fashionable by Shelley and Byron, as the representative of freedom in contest with despotism, is quite modern; and Goethe is nearer the depth of the old myth, when, in his beautiful lyric, he represents the Titan.
The habit of building monasteries as a place of retreat, from motives of piety, was also adopted by some as a mode of securing a portion of their wealth from confiscation, in case of their condemnation for political crimes, peculiar privileges being reserved in the monasteries so founded for members of the founder’s family. At this time Plato, abbot of the monastery of Sakkoudion, on Mount Olympus in Bithynia, and his nephew Theodore, who was a relation of the new Empress Theodota, were the leaders of a powerful party of monks possessing great influence in the church. Theodore (who is known by the name Studita, from having been afterwards appointed abbot of the celebrated monastery of Studion) had founded a monastery on his own property, in which he assembled his father, two brothers, and a young sister, and, emancipating all his household and agricultural slaves, established them as lay brethren on the farms.
Still, though we miss in the historian those higher and more practical qualities which the philosopher of the Academe alone of all men possessed, we must nit blind ourselves to the merits of that great rationalist who seems to have anticipated the very latest words of modern science. Nor yet is he to be regarded merely in the narrow light in which he is estimated by most modern critics, as the explicit champion of rationalism and nothing more. For he is connected with another idea, the course of which is as the course of that great river of his native Arcadia which, springing from some arid and sunbleached rock, gathers strength and beauty as it flows till it reaches the asphodel meadows of Olympia and the light and laughter of Ionian waters.
To regard all things and particles of things as inconstant modes or fashions has more and more become the tendency of modern thought. Let us begin with that which is without – our physical life. Fix upon it in one of its more exquisite intervals, the moment, for instance, of delicious recoil from the flood of water in summer heat. What is the whole physical life in that moment but a combination of natural elements to which science gives their names? But those elements, phosphorus and lime and delicate fibres, are present not in the human body alone: we detect them in places most remote from it. Our physical life is a perpetual motion of them – the passage of the blood, the waste and repairing of the lenses of the eye, the modification of the tissues of the brain under every ray of light and sound – processes which science reduces to simpler and more elementary forces.
the greek poems of William Butler Yeats.
THE SORROW OF LOVE
The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
the brilliant moon and all the milky sky,
and all that famous harmony of leaves,
had blotted out man’s image and his cry.