Il ascultam ieri pe Eddie Izzard… Ooooh, latina! Ooooh, italiana… Si mi-am adus aminte iar de sfinti. Pai cum nu?!
Creative misreading of a painted inscription on the tiles which sealed St. Philomena’s tomb in Rome: lumena/paxte/cumfi became “pax tecum filumena”. So she was called Philomena, a life was immediately written for her, and miracles followed. Her cult was only suppressed in 1960’s.
For India, see the cult of St. Expedit, apparently created out of the Italian word spedito (“sent”) affixed to the container of otherwise unidentified relics which had been sent from Rome to the island of Reunion in 1931. The saint is now the unofficial patron of the island.
Language is a powerful means of propaganda. It’s the most public and the most secret at the same time. The effect of this propaganda isn’t produced by speeches, articles, and flyers. It seeps into the masses’ flesh and blood. Did you know we don’t have poor people anymore? Only people on modest incomes… words emptied of all meaning. It’s a break down of the language. A dead language. Neutral. Invaded by technical words. A language which gradually absorbs its humanity. Understand?
Pentru cei interesati in dansul contemporan, happening & stuff, la un moment dat in film are loc o rave-party. Dupa ce i-a sfarsit, un tip improvizeaza, cu castile pe urechi, un dans haotic printre cei adormiti. Superb.