Tuesday, April 28, 2009

It Was 64 years Ago Today

From the "life has funny convergences" department...

64 years ago, April 28, 1945, Mussolini was found and shot and then hanged. Crowds converged upon his and his lovers lifeless body and proceeded to take out their collective rage on them in a square in Milan.

64 years later, in a totally unrelated event the IPhone now has a Gambero Rosso Application.

These two images were sent to me from different people and places and they arrived in my in-box at the same time. Funny how things converge...

When I get older, losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a Valentine
Birthday greetings, bottle of wine?

If I'd been out till quarter to three
Would you lock the door?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

oo oo oo oo oo oo oo oooo
You'll be older too, (ah ah ah ah ah)
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you.

I could be handy, mending a fuse
When your lights have gone
You can knit a sweater by the fireside
Sunday mornings, go for a ride.

Doing the garden, digging the weeds,
Who could ask for more?
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?

Every summer we can rent a cottage
In the Isle of Wight, if it's not too dear
We shall scrimp and save
Grandchildren on your knee:
Vera, Chuck, and Dave

Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away.


Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?


Lyrics by Paul McCartney

3 comments:

jgmccue said...

Fascinating, as usual, Alfonso. My son, James, turned 40 on the 28th. I am also happy to say that I turned 64 a couple of months ago and, at least, they are still feeding me. Maybe even still needing me, although the jury still seems to be out on that one.

Do Bianchi said...

In one of the more bizarre convergences of my life, a number of years ago I was asked to write a reader's report and translate a sample chapter of Vittorio Mussolini's memoir (the Duce's son). I had mixed feelings about it but it also seemed like a fascinating (if macabre) project. So I agreed and was ultimately offered the job by the editor, only to be vetoed by Mussolini himself (the son). The gruesome image that you posted of Piazza Loreto (I've been to a dinner party, btw, in an apartment that looks out on to that spot) transcends the iconic in Italian culture. V. Mussolini talks about it in length in his memoir and chastises the Italian people for the event itself (which was posed, btw, since the Duce was killed when he was discovered near Lake Garda, if I'm not mistaken) and for the fact — the gesture, the act — that it was photographed. The Mussolini family and the post-war incarnations of the fascist party have always pointed to the photo as an act of barbarism, an example of the depth of humankind's evil when not abated (ironic no?). It's remarkable to think that the Duce is still such a revered figure in Italy and that Fini's neo-fascist party (the descendant of the Duce's party) is now fully incorporated — 64 years later — into mainstream Italian politics. I'll never know why Vittorio vetoed me but I can imagine why.

tom hyland said...

Alfonso:

Maybe I'm tired, but I'm missing ypur point here. Is the new GR app another sign of immorality and evil?

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