Luca Pazzaglia ✞

It is clear that a death in a small community, like ours at Longoio (with less than fifty inhabitants), is especially felt. Most death notices (so prevalent in Italy, where funerals take place within a handful of days after decease) in our area show the age of most people who have passed to a better world are well into their eighties, if not their nineties and in some cases over one hundred. For example, Emma Morano from Verbania, North Italy, then oldest person alive and the last survivor of the 19th century, died in 2017 at the age of 117.

It was, therefore, something of a real shock when Luca Pazzaglia, one of Giorgia’s two sons, died the other day at the relatively young age of 53. Many will remember Giorgia as once running the now unfortunately defunct local store in our village. (Giorgia was also an excellent baker – fortunately that part of the business is still carried on by a younger generation).

Luca was not only a business man in our valley’s paper mill industry but also a former football player for Aglianese and Montecatini clubs, promoted to second division in the 1990’s.

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Luca had been feeling depressed for a couple of years and doctors just accepted that that was what he was suffering from. Unfortunately it was much worse: a TAC (Computed Axial Tomography scan) at Pisa’s Cisanello hospital revealed he had a brain tumour. Luca spent his last days in Milan’s special cancer hospital.

As Fabrizio Giovannini, general manager of Valdinievole Montecatini football club said: “We are all shocked. Luca was a great person, full of humanity and everybody’s friend “.

Luca’s funeral will take place this Saturday at 3 pm at the Pieve di Controni.

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(Incidentally, I too was incorrectly diagnosed and, just in time thanks to the insistence of my wife, visited a specialist for a second opinion. I now know of, unfortunately, too many cases where wrong analysis has occurred. That’s why I’m so sad that the correct diagnosis for Luca’s ‘depression’ was discovered too late.

 

 

Cheap Return from Blackheath to Bagni di Lucca Station Please

My earliest journeys to Italy from the UK, as an infant with my parents were by train. We would go to Victoria station and go to a special platform which was enclosed by a wooden structure, now long since removed.
(The famous Golden Arrow discontinued in the 1960’s )
At Folkestone we would transfer to a cross-channel steamer and land at Calais. From here we would catch another train which would take us across Northern France via Thionville, cross into Switzerland at Basle and enter into Italy via the Simplon tunnel.
This train route was still operating in 1976 when, in my twenties, I bought a return ticket to Syracuse, Sicily. The travel agent (this was clearly before on-line booking) found the cheapest option was by rail.
The great thing about my ticket was that I could interrupt the journey wherever I wanted. Stops were made at Milan, Florence, Rome, Naples and Catania.
Sadly, this wonderful train itinerary no longer exists. It was removed in the 1980’s and now the only way to do a rail journey from London to Florence is as follows:
1. London (St Pancras) – Paris (Gare du Nord)
2. Paris (Gare de Lyon) – Milan
3. Milan – Florence SMN.
It’s two rail changes as compared to two rail-boat changes (that was, of course before the Channel tunnel was built).
The time of departure from London at 10.24 am and the arrival time in Florence at 8.15 am still, however, compares favourably with the old itinerary.
What is less brilliant is that now there is a continuous railway line from London to Florence, and beyond. In theory, it should be possible to go to London’s gothic castle of St Pancras
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and stay on the same train until Brunelleschi’s cupola comes into view.
Unfortunately, this is currently not possible due to privatized railway companies, ‘executive’ aligned travel, and the reduction of shunting and marshalling yards. I remember, for example, amazing night manoeuvres of our railway carriage at Basle, a station where rail systems from three separate countries converge.
Of course, the biggest reason why people don’t buy (for example), a cheap return from Orpington to Bagni di Lucca is that low-cost air flights have monopolized journey prices and times. The cheapest rail fare from London to Florence, for example, is euros 363.40. And if you want to journey in comfort in a couchette then the one-way price rises to well over euros 500.
Europe is a continent made for rail travel, unlike America, Africa or Australasia. It still retains a dense interconnected network. Its roads are often highly congested reducing driving pleasure and one can really enjoy the variety of countryside from a railway carriage window.
So why spend ten times as much to voyage from the UK to Italy by rail instead of by (eg) Ryanair?
It really doesn’t make sense to fly within Europe, especially ecological sense. I am reminded of 15-year old eco-warrior Greta Thunberg from Sweden who travels to speak at conferences on climate change by train, although it might have been cheaper (and quicker) for her to fly.
When I was a young lad train travel was the cheapest way to get around (apart from hitch-hiking). Air flights were expensive. Now it’s the other way round and, frankly, for travel around Europe they don’t make sense.
A positive point in favour of travel in Italy is that trains (if one avoids the ‘Frecce’ and uses regional options instead) are really cheap and amazingly punctual. There is no argument about trying to find a cheaper bus option.
In Bagni di Lucca I always try to opt for the train to travel around Bella Italia. It’s at least five(!) times cheaper than UK train travel over the same distance, much more ecologically responsible and, excitingly, takes one on tracks that often have stunning viaducts, bridges, and other engineering marvels crossing some of the most breathtaking landscapes in the world.
I look forwards to the time when taking a train from here:
(Blackheath Station SE London)
and alighting here:
(Bagni di Lucca Station)
will be cheaper (and certainly more thrilling) than trudging up to Stansted airport at 5 in the morning!

Return to Bagni di Lucca with Snow and Sadness

I return to Bagni di Lucca with some sadness at two events that have recently hit it during my absence in London.

One is the devastating fire last Sunday that burnt down the Mirafiume, tennis club. We are clearly not only talking just about the structure but its equipment, which included rafting that is used in the highly successful white water courses on our Lima River.

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The other is the closing down of the ‘Borgo degli Artisti’, a cultural association founded in 2005 in Ponte a Serraglio. This, too, is quite devastating. The Borgo was responsible for two major events in Bagni di Lucca: the extempore painting competition in the summer and the women’s week in the spring.

The events for the women’s week will continue, but in all likelihood ‘Colori e Sapori’ – the extemporaneous painting competition, attracting artists from all over Italy in the summer – will be no more.

“It has been decided with regret to close on January 15th”, states 76 year old Pilade Togneri, president for eleven years of the ‘Borgo degli artisti’, “since there were no positive answers from other associations we had asked to collaborate to ensure the continuation of the ‘Borgo’. The board was composed of eight people, while its members were more than sixty. It is with great regret that we are closing but organizing the events is difficult and tiring”.

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The association’s honorary president was Mario Lena the former mayor and wonderful poet, and the Borgo was based in via Serraglia at the start of the bridge that crosses the Lima stream. Its founders included Damiano Marino Merlo, hotelier, Candido Martinelli, photographer, Morena Guarnaschelli, painter and several volunteers. The vice-president was the writer and local historian, Natalia Sereni.

Clearly, the real reason, in my opinion, for the Borgo’s demise was the fact that there were insufficient younger people willing to take over its running. A volunteer is worth ten pressed persons and sadly there weren’t enough of them.

It is incredibly sad to re-read my posts on the extempore painting competition, in which Alexandra Cipriani, my wife, was a keen participant.

Here are my main posts to show what Bagni di Lucca has lost:

https://longoio.wordpress.com/2013/06/30/painting-the-town/

https://longoio.wordpress.com/2013/07/15/painting-is-fun/

https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2014/07/15/exquisite-extemporaneity-at-bagni-di-lucca/

https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2014/12/10/christmas-conviviality-for-the-borgo-degli-artisti/

https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2015/07/12/a-time-to-paint/

https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2015/08/05/the-borgo-degli-artisti-enters-our-town-hall-with-virtuosity/

https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2016/07/11/early-morning-at-villa-fioris-extempore-painting/

https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2016/07/12/the-real-winners-at-villa-fioris-extempore-painting-competition/

If you are interested do buy and read my poems and Alexandra’s paintings done at the extempore competition. The publication is available at https://www.amazon.it/Septet-Francis-Pettitt/dp/8869700526, at https://www.ibs.it/septet-libro-francis-pettitt/e/9788869700521 and at https://www.libraccio.it/libro/9788869700521/francis-pettitt/septet.html

All things must pass. Last year, among other things, we lost ‘Shelley House’, that exceptional bookshop and meeting place for writers and artists at Bagni di Lucca Villa. This year has started badly with the loss of two prestigious and loved centres.

Like the phoenix from the ashes let us truly believe that Bagni di Lucca will have new, good things happening to it this year.

Meanwhile let me regale you with the magical snowfall we have recently had over our valley.

 

 

 

Gŵyl Fair y Canhwyllau

Candelora in Italy, Imbolc among the Celts, Saint Brigid in Ireland, Candlemas in England, Gŵyl Fair y Canhwyllau (Festival of Mary of the candles) in Wales, are all connected with the promise of the arrival of spring and the celebration of longer days and more light. As Shelley, who stayed in Bagni Di Lucca just over two hundred years ago, famously wrote in his ‘Ode to the West Wind: ‘If winter comes can spring be far behind?’

We’ve certainly had the wind and the rain, and my journey this morning to Penny supermarket at Borgo a Mozzano was cut short when I was informed that the road leading to the Ponte della Maddalena was underwater since the river Serchio had flooded through its banks.

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Here is a video taken by a brave journalist from our local paper last night:

https://video.gelocal.it/iltirreno/locale/maltempo-in-toscana-il-serchio-in-piena-al-ponte-del-diavolo/115425/117018

Christianity has adopted many pagan festivals and Candlemas refers liturgically to a passage in Saint Luke’s gospel when Jesus was presented at the temple after his mother Mary had received ritual purification according to Jewish custom, forty days after his nativity,

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The text relating to this incident is worth quoting in full:

And when the time came for their purification according to the law of Moses, they brought him up to Jerusalem to present him to the Lord as it is written in the law of the Lord, “Every male that opens the womb shall be called holy to the Lord” and to offer a sacrifice according to what is said in the law of the Lord, “a pair of turtledoves, or two young pigeons.”

Now there was a man in Jerusalem, whose name was Simeon, and this man was righteous and devout, looking for the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit was upon him. And it had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he should not see death before he had seen the Lord’s Christ. And inspired by the Spirit he came into the temple; and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him according to the custom of the law, he took him up in his arms and blessed God and said,

“Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word; for mine eyes have seen thy salvation which thou hast prepared in the presence of all peoples, a light for revelation to the Gentiles, and for glory to thy people Israel.”

And his father and his mother marvelled at what was said about him; and Simeon blessed them and said to Mary his mother,

“Behold, this child is set for the fall and rising of many in Israel, and for a sign that is spoken against (and a sword will pierce through your own soul also), that thoughts out of many hearts may be revealed.”

And there was a prophetess, Anna, the daughter of Phanuel, of the tribe of Asher; she was of a great age, having lived with her husband seven years from her virginity and as a widow till she was eighty-four. She did not depart from the temple, worshiping with fasting and prayer night and day. And coming up at that very hour she gave thanks to God, and spoke of him to all who were looking for the redemption of Jerusalem.

 

Have you lit your candle for today? For as the Italian rhyme goes:

Quando vien la Candelora
de l’inverno semo fora;
ma se piove o tira vento
de l’inverno semo dentro.

My Trans:

When Candlemas comes
we’re out of winter ;
but if it is raining or windy
we’re still in winter .

 

(O dear….)

 

 

 

 

La Galleria d’Arte della mia Scuola ed il suo Architetto

Dovrei ancora menzionare altri due musei, associati a personaggi famosi, che abbiamo visitato a Londra il mese scorso. La prima è la casa di Sir John Soane (o piuttosto le tre case che ha messo insieme in un unico grande studio a Lincoln’s Inn fields). Soane, (1753-1837), appartiene a quella classe di architetti che sposano lo stile neoclassico della fine del XVIII secolo con l’inizio della prima ondata del neo-gotico chiamata ‘gothick’ (e non il più tardi ‘gothic’). Tuttavia, Soane è molto più originale che qualsiasi forma di eclettismo e potrebbe essere paragonato favorevolmente con l’architetto francese Boullée e l’italiano dalle nostre parti intorno a Lucca, Lorenzo Nottolini.

Il più incantevole monumento del genio appassionatamente originale di Soane è la sua straordinaria casa di citta che racchiude gli ambienti più diversi, dalla sala da colazione a cupola, al magnifico sarcofago in alabastro del re Seti I, scoperto da Belzoni, (che riposa non solo in maestà ma in mistero poiché nessuno può ancora decifrare i suoi geroglifici con certezza), alla lugubre oscurità della ‘biblioteca del Monaco in stile gothick e gli specchi che ingannano con prospettive strane ed espandono lo spazio. Questa è sicuramente una delle case degli architetti più straordinari sul pianeta e comprende tutte quelle caratteristiche che Soane ha introdotto nei suoi edifici pubblici e nelle sue grandiose dimore.

A Londra è ancora possibile visitare la sua casa di campagna, Pittshanger, ora nel sobborgo di Ealing. Sfortunatamente, il più grande successo di Soane la banca d’Inghilterra, con le sue nobili sale interne piranesiane, fu completamente distrutto dalla ricostruzione di Baker nel XX secolo e solo l’esterno del pian terreno continuato senza finestre dà una piccola idea del suo aspetto originale.

Due principali caratteristiche di Soane, l’illuminazione dall’alto e il caratteristico arco segmentato poco profondo, sono diventati elementi importanti della migliore architettura moderna.

L’arco segmentato è, ovviamente, un’ispirazione del tetto dell’iconica cabina telefonica rossa di Londra, i pochi rimasti dei quali sono ora monumenti protetti dello stato grazie a un compagno di scuola, il critico e scrittore sull’architettura, Gavin Stamp, purtroppo decesso alla fine del 2017. (Per sapere di più di Gavin e la sua tragica morte vedere il mio post a https://longoio3.com/2018/01/07/a-great-architectural-historian-lost-to-us/)

L’illuminazione dall’alto, che Soane ha apprezzato degli edifici più spettacolari di Roma (tra cui, naturalmente, il Pantheon, la sua struttura preferita di tutti i tempi, e anche alcune delle statue barocche scenografiche della città, come l’estasi di Santa Teresa di Bernini a Santa Maria della Vittoria) è diventato una caratteristica regolare delle gallerie d’arte dove lo spazio delle pareti è prezioso e l’illuminazione dall’alto è in grado di visualizzare i valori cromatici dei quadri nel modo più verace.

In effetti, il piccolo capolavoro di Soane, la Dulwich Gallery, costruita nel 1811-14 per contenere un lascito di dipinti donati alla mia vecchia scuola, è un perfetto compendio in miniatura della maggior parte dei motivi e delle idee di questo grande architetto. È anche la prima galleria d’arte appositamente costruita al mondo e costituisce la gemma più affascinante nella corona delle gallerie londinesi. L’edificio è d’ispirazione neo-classica con tocchi decorativi greci e proporzioni vitruviane. Le immagini sono illuminate dai lucernari, come l’attiguo mausoleo del benefattore Desenfans che donò i quadri alla mia scuola (in origine dovevano far parte della collezione del re di Polonia il cui paese venne purtroppo diviso in tre parti tra la Prussia, l’Austria-Ungheria e la Russia prima che potesse riceverli) contenente i caratteristici archi e la scarsa luce religiosa (in questo caso un bel giallo ambrato) che ha sempre avuto un forte effetto emotivo su di me.

La galleria è ricchissima di bellissime opere. In particolare sono da notare i pittori fiamminghi e olandesi, i Poussin, i tre Rembrandt e due piccoli Raffaelli.

Sono anche inclusi i ritratti, dipinti da Gainsborough, della famiglia Linley. Il soggetto di uno di loro, Thomas Linley, il “Mozart inglese”, morto purtroppo a soli ventidue anni, annegato in un incidente in barca, ma non senza aver già composto alcuni capolavori, costituì la base del mio discorso all’università della Terza Eta’ a Bagni di Lucca nel 2015.

Questa mia poesia descrive certi di questi quadri.

 

INGRESSO OVEST: PARCO DI DULWICH

 

Tre cancelli di ferro concludono il giorno

e i prati sono lasciati soli

alle anatre del crepuscolo e agli uccelli di passaggio

ed ai pensieri che restano sconosciuti.

 

Fasce verdi baciano l’infiammata luce autunnale

e specchiano anni nudi

mentre segnali indicando il villaggio piangono

lacrime di fontana di nuova era glaciale.

 

Sulla pendice della montagna sacra

il Dio succhia sui suoi capezzoli;

Amaltea si desta, orgogliosamente cornuta,

mentre api ronzano in giro alle loro dolcezze.

 

Sul vespro del parco la casa rossa rivela

il suo salotto svuotato

con i suoni congelati di passati mezzo sentiti

e l’indebolita fioritura delle rose .

 

Nelle taverne dalla pareti brune

fumo di pipa d’argilla abbraccia i seni ansanti

mentre sanguigne ragazze di campagna dai fianchi larghi

prendono in considerazione richieste sornione.

 

La strada di sera si snoda per fronde selvatiche,

colonne declinanti e tombe di pietra

mentre drappeggi dispiegano le dita dei piedi

contro i profumi della notte.

 

E potrei salire come la luna crescente

su questa scena dipinta;

riflettere nei cristalli della mente

su ciò che non è mai stato?

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Oltre al lascito la galleria accoglie mostre. Per esempio, c’è stata una bellissima su Escher che ho descritto a:

https://longoio2.wordpress.com/2015/12/20/extraordinary-escher/

Durante la nostra recente visita c’era una mostra sul spagnolo tenebrista secentesco Jusepe de Ribera che si stabilì in Italia. Intitolata ‘l’arte della violenza’, confronta i martirii più atroci, per esempio la scorificazione di San Bartolomeo, con le tipiche torture e pene giudiziarie del seicento come lo strappado, il rogo e la decapitazione.

Certo, Ribera è un grande maestro del chiaroscuro ma, in una maniera simile a quella sensazione descritta da Goethe nel suo ‘Viaggio in Italia’, penso che il virtuosismo del pittore potesse anche essere applicato a soggetti meno disgustosi. D’altra parte,. la violenza rimarrà, tristemente, sempre con noi cosiddetti umani – dal tempo più antico, ai martirii dei cristiani, alla guerra dei trent’anni, alla grande guerra, e, paurosamente sul pavimento davanti a casa nostra, se non in certi casi allucinanti, dentro la propria casa.

La casa di Sir John Soane, che l’architetto intendeva come museo aperto gratis al pubblico, è anche una galleria d’arte e contiene la sequenza di dipinti di Hogarth, “The Rake’s Progress” (‘Il progresso del libertino’). Ispirando l’opera di Stravinskij, i dipinti hanno ancora più rilevanza nell’era ultra-materialista di oggi, dove la futile ricerca di mammone conduce così spesso se non al manicomio (quelli rimasti a Londra ora trasformati in idonee residenze di lusso per questi inseguitori quando è stato considerato inadatto ospitare internati nelle grandi istituzioni), poi il suicidio o addirittura l’assassinio.

Tutto sommato, questo è sempre per me uno dei musei-casa più affascinanti che abbia mai visto.

Ecco un pensiero sulla casa di Sir John Soane contribuito da Alexandra Pettitt, mia moglie.

“Diversi anni fa vidi un film meraviglioso su Sir John Soane e sono rimasto semplicemente affascinato e non ci siamo mai voltati indietro poiché abbiamo fatto diverse visite a questa sua meravigliosa e avvincente proprietà, che è una vera gemma nel cuore di Londra per artisti, architetti, progettista, collezionisti e chiunque abbia il minimo interesse per le meravigliose collezioni d’arte.”