Tuesday, 25 January 2011

Satyrs and nymphs


Last weekend the Times carried a rather censorious leader, tut tuts and finger-wagging, all taking Silvio Berlusconi, Italy’s premier and Europe’s premier dirty old man, to task. He must go, it said, for the ridicule that he has brought both on himself and his country. This comes after the latest revelations about his sexual shenanigans, which allegedly included sleeping with underage call-girls. Anyone, young or old, who agrees to go to bed with this old goat surely deserves some kind of compensation, but let that pass.

To the Times I have to say Italy is Italy; it’s a foreign country: they do things differently there. For the rest of us politics is such a serious business; we need some diversion; we need some light entertainment; we need the ongoing farce that is Italian politics; we need silly, theatrical Italian politicians, a blessing on the simple, silly souls. Above all we need dear old Silvio, this seventy-four year old King Knut, desperately trying to hold back the advancing tides of time, with dyes, hair weaves and what have you. Contrary to the Times assertion, we need the opera buffa that we have come to expect from the Italian political class.

My sincere apologies to all my Italian friends; I mean no offence, though offence some of you have doubtless taken. I dare say you are one of the more serious among your nation, one who did not vote for this endearingly comic man, one of those who are not beguiled by his boyish machismo. You may favour the fall of his coalition, you may vote against his party, but do please consider the rest of us. After all what will we be left with if Silvio departs the stage? Herman van Rumpuy and Angela Merkel, that’s what, and not that much in the way of fun and frolics is to be expected from them!

As a good Italian you will know something of your modern history. Silvio admires Benito, you know, that man in the black shirt who only sent opponents ‘on holiday.’ Silvio should admire Benito, for he, too, was very much in the tradition of Italian farce. Now you are even angrier with me. But do remember what Benedetto Croce, the best of your modern philosophers, said in contrasting Nazism and Fascism. You’ve forgotten? Let me remind you then. He said that while National Socialism was a dark shadow, deep and brooding in German history, Fascism, even in the midst of its worst excesses, never quite lost its carnival atmosphere. Yes, and it also did wonders for the sale of castor oil!

So let’s hear it for farce, let’s hear it for carnival, let’s hear it for opera buffa, let’s hear it for Silvio! Italy is the theatre of the comically absurd. Let it remain in a permanent state of emotional adolescence, a place where satyrs are perpetually chasing nymphs. We need it so, a little southern colour in our gloomy northern light.



21 comments:

  1. Italians are loved but not admired. The goat sculpture is disgusting.

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  2. Anthony, it’s an ancient work of art! The satyr is the Great God Pan. Actually you are privileged to be able to see it. For centuries it was available only to a select few.

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  3. Well then put it back in the closet.

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  4. Hi Ana,
    I enjoyed reading this post,
    and the goat sculpture.

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  5. Berlusconi is a wily, capable business leader and politician. By allowing his personal life to dominate the headlines, he neatly diverts attention from other dubious aspects of his premiership and his business activities. Meanwhile, his accusers, instead of seeming serious challengers of political and legal substance, present themselves as a gossiping gaggle of prurient old maids. Berlusconi's reputation may suffer a little from his press portrayal as a philanderer, but he is in no danger of being seen as worn out, decrepit, or lacking in vigour - a threat that dogs many senior leaders.

    Italy is at least two countries and has been without a strong central government since WW2, without noticeably detracting from the quality of life its citizens enjoy. Berlusconi's antics must make us question whether our own governments really provide us with any more than a far less amusing diversion.

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  6. ...and Il Duce "made the trains run on time", as Conservative politicians of the era were fond of saying.

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  7. Thanks Harry. The sculpture was found at the site of the Roman city of Herculaneum in the Bay of Naples, destroyed at the same time as Pompeii.

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  8. Dennis, and Silvio makes the girls run on time. :-))

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  10. I think Berlusconi is mixed-up in the Senior Club.
    :-)

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  11. All old man wants recover the time, and one form to recover it is with young and beautiful women close to you, a lot of nymphs jumping and smiling to you, Berlusconi is a kind of clown, he has his circus, he need feel young and like you wrote he took the role of satyr. If the people of his country take it with relax his behavior, not problem, let Berlusconi be, the rest will keep moving the head to the sides or smiling. A hug. Mario.

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  12. Germans are admired but not loved. Goats do make good weed eaters. As for the half-caste variety ,they may possibly be found in Appalachia,The Scot Highlands or Medeterranean area etc.

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  13. Anthony, you won't find many goats in the Scottish Highlands, not that I've seen anyway. :-)

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