<<Mom we are talking about CENSORSHIP and it is unacceptable!>>, flame-throwing glances run like lightning on the red Christmas table, the rebellious impetus and the adorable shamelessness of youth cross the dinner <<…and then I don’t get it from you ‘I was waiting!>>. Here with this sentence my daughter screws me, she always does it and she knows that she screws me every time, because yes, in short, the deliberately disappointed look with which she looks at me is an irresistible reminder to reconsider the question. My “fault” is having argued between a pandoro and a Tuscan bitter that the exclusion of the trapper singer Tony Effe from the New Year’s Eve concert in Rome seemed absolutely acceptable to me. The news obviously spread across every media and street corner, fueling the Christmas intellectual-political chatter. Furthermore, his exclusion generated a tsunami of criticism from the world of music, solidarity with the artist, refusals to participate in the concert and so on…
But what can I do anyway? Some of this singer’s lyrics cause me an allergic reaction, words vomited to describe a way of relating between men and women of infinite violence and baseness and not so much because they represent (propose? Tell?) a squalid reality but because there is none in this representation no beauty, no research. And then CENSORSHIP… ART… they really seem like big words to me.
Okay, let’s go back to our table. There are three generations and Christmas lights up like the lights on the tree.
<<He tells what he sees and what he experiences, it’s not what he tells!>>, the ball passes to the male youth sector, east side of the table, <<then we should also censor Kubrick, Scorsese, Vasco Rossi etc…>>.
Old school wisdom responds to the north side: << When you are an artist you have a public image and you have responsibilities in what you propose. Think of all the teenagers who listen to him, but what image of sexuality is there in his songs? Toxic, old patriarchal, for rape!>>…<< To grandmaaaa….>>, the whole youth wing rises up <<but it’s not that young people are all stupid and if someone is not able to distinguish between a more or less artistic and reality has some problems! It’s like saying that that American boy who killed 12 people dressed as the Joker in 2012 did it because of the film and not because he was crazy!>>
It makes me smile, because after all I think that Catullus also called Lesbia a cocksucker when she had betrayed him or threatened to punish her detractors with his member but we still read it today after centuries and his I hate and I love continues to excite us….but there is certainly an abyss between Tony Effe and Catullo…Bo…thoughts intertwine like the remains of peanuts and the peels of mandarins.
Finally the middle generation intervenes, the aunt, sisterhood in lifeline mode: << Frankly, I’m not very interested in what this trapper writes or whether or not he participates in the New Year’s concert. I am struck by all the noise from fellow artists who today cry out for censorship. But where were they when the interview with the singer Ghali was censored because in his slogan Stop genocide presented when taking the stage at the Sanremo Festival, hadn’t he openly condemned the Hamas attack on 7 October? Well, in my opinion this is the real censorship>>.
Applause from the table…I think you’re right little sister, much ado about nothing and a deafening silence for everything else.
Sara Lazzaro
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