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Dalla Capra, al Cimitero, dai Peperoni agli Esorcismi, dal Gabinetto di porcellana ai Briganti, agli Spazi infiniti dei monti di Lucania, Levi sorvola l’intera regione, sulle sue valli aride, sui suoi fiumi lenti, sulle leggende dei briganti e sui fantasmi delle grotte, pur rimanendo ancorato alla terrazza della sua casa dalla quale osservava il Timbone della Madonna degli Angeli “come un osso di morto, la testa di un femore gigantesco”.
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The Parco Letterario® CARLO LEVI - Aliano (MT)When one relives emotionally the places and events described in Christ Stopped at Eboli, one grasps in the book by Carlo Levi (1902-1975) the author’s poetic feeling and deep love for the Lucanian land and its people. Aliano, its houses with magic facades whose little windows, like “witches’ eyes above cavernous mouth-like arches”, overlook the boundless expanse of “waves of dry clay in the sun as far as the eye can see”, is an example of environmental recovery and conservation. The silence of the mountains, the solitude of the villages perched on their tops, the sea of clay, the rivers flowing slowly through the Agri and Sauro valleys – not to mention the legends populated with brigands, fairies, werewolves and witches, all evoke in the visitor the same wonder and awe that Levi felt at the beginning of his political confinement in 1935-36. The Parco Letterario® is based on the idea that the places described by our authors should not only be rediscovered and developed as valuable resources, but should also, and most importantly, be preserved and protected so that their role as “witnesses” of literary inspiration will not be erased by time and ignorance. For a long time almost unknown and difficult to access, the Basilicata Region remained the faithful keeper of traditions and ancient rituals that only by chance Carlo Levi, confined there by the Fascist regime, was able to extract little by little from its archaic inhabitants and bring to the knowledge of the world. From the Goat to the Cemetery, from Peppers to Exorcisms, from the Porcelain Toilet to Brigands, to the boundless spaces of the Lucanian mountains, Levi's eye sweeps over the entire region, its arid valleys, lazy rivers, legendary highwaymen and haunted caves, all the while never moving from the terrace of his house, from which he could see the Timbone della Madonna degli Angeli “like the bone of a dead man, the head of a giant femur”. The real places still correspond so accurately to those described by Levi that, as you explore deeper into the region, it is hard to believe that more than half a century has passed without apparent changes or alterations. Soils, horizons, people and goats have the same colors, shades, faces, smells, the same atmosphere of mystery that permeate the pages of his literary work and emerge from the roughness of his oil paintings. As you walk along the stone paved alleys of the historic center, you catch glimpses of those
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