Le ceneri di Gramsci




The scandal of contradicting myself, being

with you and against you; with you in the heart,

in light, against you in the dark bowels;


of my fatherly state was a traitor

– in thought, in a shadow of action –

I know attached to it in the heat


of the instincts, of the aesthetic passion;

attracted by a proletarian life

preceding you, it is religion to me


his joy, not his millennial

fight: his nature, not his

consciousness; it is the original force


of the man, who in the act has been lost,

to give her the thrill of nostalgia,

and a poetic light: and other more


I can not tell, that it is not

fair but not sincere, abstract

love, not enthralling sympathy …


Like the needy poor, I attack myself

like them to humiliating hopes,

like them to live I beat myself


everyday. But in the bleak

my condition as a disinherited

I own: and it is the most exhilarating


of bourgeois possessions, the more absolute

state. But how I own the story,

it possesses me; I am enlightened:


but how the light suits?





Pier Paolo Pasolini (Italy,  1992 – murdered 1975), a paragraph from the poem Le Ceneri di Gramsci translated by Slow Words

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