11 settembre 2005

September 11, 2005

Ho trovato sul NYT questa lettera di Spalding Gray, attore di teatro e scrittore morto l'anno scorso, scritta subito dopo l'11 Settembre del 2001 e parte del monologo che stava terminando quando la morte se l'e' portato via. Una lettera di una bellezza agghiacciante.

Published: September 11, 2005

For 34 years I lived with you and came to love you. I came to you because I loved theater and found theater everywhere I looked. I fled New England and came to Manhattan, that island off the coast of America, where human nature was king and everyone exuded character and had big attitude. You gave me a sense of humor because you are so absurd.

When we were kids, my mom hung a poster over our bed. It had a picture of a bumblebee, and under the picture the caption read:

"According to all aerodynamic laws, the bumblebee cannot fly because its body weight is not in the right proportion to its wingspan. But ignoring these laws, the bee flies anyway."

That is still New York City for me.

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