To school of writing of with the Auser
BULLETIN AUSER. BEGINNING OF THE COURSE: ON APRIL 13 2007.
Auser di Rovato, university of the liberetà proposes a course in four lessons to induce to tell the own experiences and histories of life. Telling is an art that asks for patience and attention to a project of life of whom we are, sometimes, unconscious bearers and that becomes visible when we decide to tell what here it presses, it pushes us, goads us.
Our little history of life, nevertheless in his simplicity put next to so many other little histories, becomes a collective history of a country. To remember becomes a not loss of time but an interesting ability of reflecting on this that one has been, on of what we wanted, dreamt, seen, done. Each one of us lives also in the memory of others, leaving an indelible trace in our thoughts, in our events. The story of becomes interwoven so with other personages who enter to all the effects into our history.
Each reality passes through our mental filters and, in the story, our colours give a personal print to this that happens to us, mixing the events with the emotions that it are born and with the sentiments, or with the judgements that we give persons who pass to us nearby.
It becomes, therefore, also a mirror of other. It becomes also a way to investigate, objectively, other points of view.
To what does it serve the writing? To fix to the paper the traces of our passage, our actions, our reflexions, our problems. The writing helps to elaborate all that passes to us by the head, letting us reflect in a dimension that is ours, only ours and, by our mental intense activity, the answers to the numerous questions emerge that the life puts us.
This that connotes our time is the haste and the impatience, while this whom we would need is to reflect on us and on whom here it is nearby: a mother, a father, a son, the foreigner who to know it does not do then so so much fear. To reflect on us and on them our care means property more and of them. There will emerge from these writing runs their history mixed to ours, and everything will become confused in an interlacement in whom to try to separate our weft from the their will be very arduous.
“There is a moment of the life, when we feel that we are ripe to elaborate our experiences, or when an experience marks us at such a point to change us, in whom we inform the need of telling us, of starting that one that we might call our autobiography.
Duccio Demetrio says: "the autobiographic space is a season: it is the time of the truce, which helps us because it does not make us feel guilty compared to our multiplicity. It is not a holiday, it is the time of the rewriting and of the suture of the scattered pieces, it is the time in whom one of our numerous ones I becomes a weaver.”
The writing is not only a prerogative of the aspiring writers or of whom he feels himself he, but of whom he wants to begin to put order in the own life to discover other manners of feeling, observing and scanning I was and the world. We discover other manners of reflecting on the meaning that we are giving to our existing but also to the meaning that we give to any this that is part of our life
He is not one to close in I was rinvangando the own past, but it becomes a way to shake off the own pains or the own punishments, to do peace with our memories and to us realise what what has been will not return any more back, it will not be possible to change it, but there will be certainly other experiences to be lived in different way and other worlds to be invented, with the consciousness that the life is a precious good that must not be wasted.
There is the surprise of recomposing forgotten moments, what was considered a weakness can be read again like strength, the vanity as modesty. It is possible to enter with more respect into the own life and into that one other's knowing that nothing can be cancelled why already happened.
But the possibility of imagining in narrative way the own list and the own decisions I regard the present or future events it reinforces the engagement of the person in the unwinding of the own tasks.
The metaphors and the symbols teach us many important things on our way of feeling and reconnect us with the dreams. Another half of our life that deserves more light.
“To tell, to tell about itself, to do autobiography, are all formalities to rediscover that has had been lived, but also to find a road to keep on growing; to discover that as it has been lived perhaps it is not enough, that it is possible to live differently and that it is possible to cultivate the own autobiographic project as a precious good, a project turned to build, certain point of the life in ahead, a more conscious identity”
