305592, Pier Paolo Pasolini - Roman Evening Posted by King_Friday, Fri Aug-03-07 05:55 PM
ROMAN EVENING by Pier Paolo Pasolini
Where are you going through the streets of Rome in buses or trolleys full of people going home, hurried and preoccupied as if routine work were waiting for you, work from which others are now returning? It is right after supper, when the wind smells of warm familial misery lost in a thousand kitchens, in the long, illuminated streets spied on by brighter stars. In the bourgeois quarter there's a peace which makes everyone contented, vilely happy, a contentment everyone wants their lives to be full of, every evening, Ah, to be different--in a world which is indeed guilty--that is, not at all innocent. . . Go, down the dark crooked street to Trastevere: There, motionless and disordered, as if dug from the mud of other eras-- to be enjoyed by those who can steal one more day from death and grief-- there you have all Rome at your feet. . .
I get off and cross the Garibaldi bridge, keeping to the parapet with my knuckles following the worn edge of the stone, hard in the warmth that the night tenderly exhales onto the arcades of warm plane trees. On the opposite bank flat, lead-colored attics of ochre buildings fill the washed-out sky like paving-stones in a row. Walking along the broken bone-like pavement I see, or rather smell, at once excited and prosaic-- dotted with aged stars and loud windows-- the big family neighborhood: the dark, dank summer gilds it with the stench which the wind raining down from Roman meadows sheds on trolley tracks and facades.
And how the embankment smells in a heat so pervasive as to be itself a space: from the Sublicio bridge to the Gianicolo the stench blends with the intoxication of the life that isn't life. Impure signs that old drunks, ancient whores, gangs of abandoned boys have passed by here: impure human traces, humanly infected, here to reveal these men, violent and quiet, their innocent low delights, their miserable ends.
-translated by Lawrence Ferlinghetti & Francesca Valente
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