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La piccola fonte (Illustrated)
La piccola fonte (Illustrated)
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Lady,
your feeling of great interpreter of the soul you put it in direct and immediate communion with my characters, so that you wrote this my work with the same spiritual fervor that, by passing the lives of others through your temperament, it creates the palpitating your works. Writing de The small source , you almost iscusarvi at your readers that there is an outpouring of analysis allowed very minute of my work, you stated did not have the critical reasons for the cold. But I believe that clairvoyance of criticism must be made, above all, of deep feeling. And, indeed, in prose, with which you have bound, after the performance of Naples, your illustrious name to one of the most joyous events of my drama, are condensed thoughts, impressions and reasons of the critics who have understood me better . In you as in their synthetic and significant signs, which I have replaced the prolixity of the methodical and formal psychological performance, which are so often marred the visions of art, have had the power to determine [6] the virtue of penetration, which is the principle of all intellectual enjoyment more alive. To you, as to those critics, Stefano Baldi has not seemed a fictional character from me to get an easy victory against the famous egoarchici precepts, than a fad has disclosed a confused and discredited, but it appeared only one of quite a few young modern megalomaniacs , which, miserelli and powerless, stir and recite chasing a chimera and that the disequilibrium between the exuberant vanity and ingenuity limited, between selfishness and cruel congenital weakness, makes grotesque, as caricatures, in the midst of society, and sometimes tragic and deleterious in the intimate circle of the domestic affections. You, like all the critics that I have understood, contemplating Stefano Baldi , have at once recognized him as one of those pygmies who you look in a mirror, one of those stunted that highlight the cruelty, ambition, aesthetics of force, the right of conquest, the worship of greatness, and then wobble and tramazzano annihilated at the first blow. And like all the critics that I have understood you, remaining sphere of my conception, you have not dealt with the character of Stefano Baldi if not for the meaning of correlation may it has next to mine Teresa . You, Madam, you wrote that all the moral truths which form the consciousness of my drama emanating from Teresa , [7] "this pathetic creature, capable of doing good even with his death." You have written that the moral beauty of my "feminine soul is enclosed in" and your fancy kind you liked to approach "the purest and most gentle souls of the theater, from Iphigenia in Desdemona." You have been able to see that around her, around the "little river" huddle, in harmony or in contrast, all the other characters in the drama. You have no doubt that from that small source - a reality for the act, which, although it seems a miracle, because no investigation can specify the elements and no language can define it - healthy water gush of which Stephen ignores the benefit and of which Valentino , deformed, neglected and resigned, suggesting sneak a few drops in a kind of ecstasy that rises from the daily misery his poor existence. You have sensed the affinity which links Teresa , Valentino and the Ancient Mariner beggar - naive reciter of wisdom and fate - who have three rings of the eternal chain of humble and tenacious and painful goodness that sustains the world shaken by pride , from arrogance and perversity. And you have finally sensed the secret of the extreme sacrifice that sweet Teresa , in his visionary madness, performs disappearing into the sea of which the beggar versifier has suggestively praised the friendship trust. Your words, which summarize [8] all the essence of that last scene, not built by me, but by the very spirit of Teresa bowed man asleep in the first rest of his life, are the concrete formula of a divine law of punishment and rescue transpired to your eyes from the unconscious sacrifice of the demented. And, like a creature who is really experienced, well I would like to fix it like an epitaph on a tombstone, rather than on paper for this perhaps to oblivion, the words with which your sensitivity has celebrated the disappearance of plant and savior:
"That death was necessary, and that Teresa left dormant in man we see, over time, the resurrection of a conscience. If she dies, it can not resurrect Stefano pure and strong, because there is no resurrection without death. "
Even Madam, this was not my drama supported by the applause of many public, even if he had inspired so many critics of the highest value pages so vibrant and beautiful and to me so dear, your comment has offered me not for the sake of judge, but for an artist of genuine emotion, would be enough to make me not disamare my work. And for ringraziarvene am writing these few lines of preface.
Roberto Bracco.
Naples, January 1906.
[9]
your feeling of great interpreter of the soul you put it in direct and immediate communion with my characters, so that you wrote this my work with the same spiritual fervor that, by passing the lives of others through your temperament, it creates the palpitating your works. Writing de The small source , you almost iscusarvi at your readers that there is an outpouring of analysis allowed very minute of my work, you stated did not have the critical reasons for the cold. But I believe that clairvoyance of criticism must be made, above all, of deep feeling. And, indeed, in prose, with which you have bound, after the performance of Naples, your illustrious name to one of the most joyous events of my drama, are condensed thoughts, impressions and reasons of the critics who have understood me better . In you as in their synthetic and significant signs, which I have replaced the prolixity of the methodical and formal psychological performance, which are so often marred the visions of art, have had the power to determine [6] the virtue of penetration, which is the principle of all intellectual enjoyment more alive. To you, as to those critics, Stefano Baldi has not seemed a fictional character from me to get an easy victory against the famous egoarchici precepts, than a fad has disclosed a confused and discredited, but it appeared only one of quite a few young modern megalomaniacs , which, miserelli and powerless, stir and recite chasing a chimera and that the disequilibrium between the exuberant vanity and ingenuity limited, between selfishness and cruel congenital weakness, makes grotesque, as caricatures, in the midst of society, and sometimes tragic and deleterious in the intimate circle of the domestic affections. You, like all the critics that I have understood, contemplating Stefano Baldi , have at once recognized him as one of those pygmies who you look in a mirror, one of those stunted that highlight the cruelty, ambition, aesthetics of force, the right of conquest, the worship of greatness, and then wobble and tramazzano annihilated at the first blow. And like all the critics that I have understood you, remaining sphere of my conception, you have not dealt with the character of Stefano Baldi if not for the meaning of correlation may it has next to mine Teresa . You, Madam, you wrote that all the moral truths which form the consciousness of my drama emanating from Teresa , [7] "this pathetic creature, capable of doing good even with his death." You have written that the moral beauty of my "feminine soul is enclosed in" and your fancy kind you liked to approach "the purest and most gentle souls of the theater, from Iphigenia in Desdemona." You have been able to see that around her, around the "little river" huddle, in harmony or in contrast, all the other characters in the drama. You have no doubt that from that small source - a reality for the act, which, although it seems a miracle, because no investigation can specify the elements and no language can define it - healthy water gush of which Stephen ignores the benefit and of which Valentino , deformed, neglected and resigned, suggesting sneak a few drops in a kind of ecstasy that rises from the daily misery his poor existence. You have sensed the affinity which links Teresa , Valentino and the Ancient Mariner beggar - naive reciter of wisdom and fate - who have three rings of the eternal chain of humble and tenacious and painful goodness that sustains the world shaken by pride , from arrogance and perversity. And you have finally sensed the secret of the extreme sacrifice that sweet Teresa , in his visionary madness, performs disappearing into the sea of which the beggar versifier has suggestively praised the friendship trust. Your words, which summarize [8] all the essence of that last scene, not built by me, but by the very spirit of Teresa bowed man asleep in the first rest of his life, are the concrete formula of a divine law of punishment and rescue transpired to your eyes from the unconscious sacrifice of the demented. And, like a creature who is really experienced, well I would like to fix it like an epitaph on a tombstone, rather than on paper for this perhaps to oblivion, the words with which your sensitivity has celebrated the disappearance of plant and savior:
"That death was necessary, and that Teresa left dormant in man we see, over time, the resurrection of a conscience. If she dies, it can not resurrect Stefano pure and strong, because there is no resurrection without death. "
Even Madam, this was not my drama supported by the applause of many public, even if he had inspired so many critics of the highest value pages so vibrant and beautiful and to me so dear, your comment has offered me not for the sake of judge, but for an artist of genuine emotion, would be enough to make me not disamare my work. And for ringraziarvene am writing these few lines of preface.
Roberto Bracco.
Naples, January 1906.
[9]
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