What do you think: why Macchiavelli ruminated Titus Livius? Why not Sallustius? Ammian Marcelin? Polibius? ''... dice Livio, che non erra'', the famous words of Dante Alighieri may very mighty well not be the whole reason albeit Macch. knew Dante, knew the Peloponnesian wars, knew Cavalcanti and the Sénéchals, troubadours and trobairitz: so did Gramsci, ex Thyrreno or Ponto though still we have the ''Mandragola'' and the ''Woman from Andros'', ''Clizia'', and ''we most stop this brain from functioning for 2 decades at least'', the Gherachis (Mussolinis Hierarchs) and Arditis (D' Annuzios 'gli Arditi') and menefreghistas and (''..., Vostro Onore sei un figlio di troia,...''/''..., Your Honor you son of Troy'') afraid of a hump & boss: what partisan would he have been n2n with Leandro Arpinati. Istra, where I live, is to peaceful a region, that forgot not the antifascists and the communis' liberators neither the Fascists, Nazis and now the people are taught to watch themselves- ready to help & their right does not know what the Left does (or does not)- but what hegemonic force is- people do not recognize it- ''qui chi non terrorizza, s'ammala di terrore''', here where Giovanni Pipan [see Chicago milk (door to door) sellers Union man bombed sky- high] was born, Giuseppina Martinuzzi, the Lady Socialist Lady, in the land of Moša Pijade (the Marx, Baudelaire etc. translator), August Cesarec, Gorkić, Karlo Štajner, Gulag a Legion ?X, Kardelj, Miroslav Krleža and the ''Praxis'' -the Triest move, the military-strategic movement on Trieste (01.05.1945.) was a display of heuristic hegemonical quantity\mass relation known produces, renews quality\3rd way relations\properties- where my grandfather had to say:''Thanks to the Germans I was not hit. The stockings of my trousers were all holed through but me, I just came from Dachau. they just could not {the same Germans} get me.'' He escaped during a bombing and came back home on foot. I lost his SS-boots nr. 50. A comedy, too. A few thousand Euro I could of have gotten for them, like new those were. But now I strand like a poet, on a trail, bridlepath all choked in ranked vegetation, as an anti-Hamsun. Here, people go their ways deep in the woods or the mountains or the sea: and I am not the best writer of all time. Nor were Kangrga, Grlić and the 'Praxis' group that all too well knew Althusser, Gramsci, Benjamin, Nietzsche und Heidegger. Mixing the dead with the alive god forbid I make peace: to fight with anything, you got- a pen, a gun, a club, a part of the steel bird with whom the flight, dear Isis, you make us foresee, on a jaguar or on horseback, Avanti- indietro- Avanti- indietro- Avanti! I need work. Maybe with a Foucault pendulum I'll figure out a spot turistic and questions worthy of Horthy, or Kuhn, Thomas & Bela, and am not going to sell out to a Sutters son, a mystical monster, a man in pursuit of a theorem that will justify his every desire through singing a pragmata a hymn. Thank you all very much! Viele Danke!
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What do you think: why Macchiavelli ruminated Titus Livius? Why not Sallustius? Ammian Marcelin? Polibius?
''... dice Livio, che non erra'', the famous words of Dante Alighieri may very mighty well not be the whole reason albeit Macch. knew Dante, knew the Peloponnesian wars, knew Cavalcanti and the Sénéchals, troubadours and trobairitz: so did Gramsci, ex Thyrreno or Ponto though still we have the ''Mandragola'' and the ''Woman from Andros'', ''Clizia'',
and ''we most stop this brain from functioning for 2 decades at least'', the Gherachis (Mussolinis Hierarchs) and Arditis (D' Annuzios 'gli Arditi') and menefreghistas and (''..., Vostro Onore sei un figlio di troia,...''/''..., Your Honor you son of Troy'')
afraid of a hump & boss: what partisan would he have been n2n with Leandro Arpinati. Istra, where I live, is to peaceful a region, that forgot not the antifascists and the communis' liberators neither the Fascists, Nazis and now the people are taught to watch themselves- ready to help & their right does not know what the Left does (or does not)- but what hegemonic force is-
people do not recognize it- ''qui chi non terrorizza, s'ammala di terrore''', here where Giovanni Pipan [see Chicago milk (door to door) sellers Union man bombed sky- high] was born, Giuseppina Martinuzzi, the Lady Socialist Lady,
in the land of Moša Pijade (the Marx, Baudelaire etc. translator), August Cesarec, Gorkić, Karlo Štajner, Gulag a Legion ?X, Kardelj, Miroslav Krleža and the ''Praxis''
-the Triest move, the military-strategic movement on Trieste (01.05.1945.) was a display of heuristic hegemonical quantity\mass relation known produces, renews quality\3rd way relations\properties-
where my grandfather had to say:''Thanks to the Germans I was not hit. The stockings of my trousers were all holed through but me, I just came from Dachau. they just could not {the same Germans} get me.'' He escaped during a bombing and came back home on foot. I lost his SS-boots nr. 50. A comedy, too. A few thousand Euro I could of have gotten for them, like new those were. But now I strand like a poet, on a trail, bridlepath all choked in ranked vegetation, as an anti-Hamsun. Here, people go their ways deep in the woods or the mountains or the sea:
and I am not the best writer of all time. Nor were Kangrga, Grlić and the 'Praxis' group that all too well knew Althusser, Gramsci, Benjamin, Nietzsche und Heidegger. Mixing the dead with the alive god forbid I make peace:
to fight with anything, you got- a pen, a gun, a club, a part of the steel bird with whom the flight, dear Isis, you make us foresee, on a jaguar or on horseback, Avanti- indietro- Avanti- indietro- Avanti!
I need work. Maybe with a Foucault pendulum I'll figure out a spot turistic and questions worthy of Horthy, or Kuhn, Thomas & Bela, and am not going to sell out to a Sutters son, a mystical monster, a man in pursuit of a theorem that will justify his every desire through singing a pragmata a hymn.
Thank you all very much! Viele Danke!