It 's easy to appreciate the ancient or modern, but only in the capacity to appreciate the obsolete one has the authentic taste of triumph.
(NICOLAS GOMEZ DAVILA, implicit in the margin of a text, Bogota 1977 - Ed. Ital. Adelphi 2001)
Because there are others, I do not know, everyone has their reasons.
Personally, after many years, I wonder perché continuo ad andarci, non ostante tutto. Perché all’inizio è facile: lo spettacolo, se non sei pregiudizialmente ostile, attrae. Il toro è un animale totemico, mitico, dai primordi dell’umanità ha sempre suscitato rispetto, paura, e venerazione. Alla mia prima corrida sono andato perché ci volevo andare, avevo 16 anni, erano le mie prime vacanze in Spagna, e non potevo perdere l’occasione. Avevo letto “Fiesta” di Hemingway, e quello che sulla corrida scriveva la guida turistica sulla Spagna. Un capitoletto c’è sempre. Poi sono stato fortunato, i tori erano, o mi parvero, abbastanza forti e selvaggi, lo spettacolo brillante, i suoni, le musiche, i colori…
A posteriori, siccome ho conservato il “cartel” di quella mia prima corrida, credo di non essermi sbagliato troppo, i tori erano del Conde de la Maza, quindi più che dignitosi. I toreri, due onesti professionisti dell’epoca, più “il maestro indiscutibile del rejoneo”. All’epoca non sapevo che le corna dei tori per il “rejoneo” vengono legalmente spuntate, se no avrei ammirato con meno entusiasmo le evoluzioni del cavaliere davanti a loro.
Siamo in epoche lontane. La “plaza” di una capitale di provincia, una arena che ora è stata demolita per far posto a tristi palazzoni di appartamenti, because now called Gerona Girona, Catalonia and is now one does not want to bulls.
I mean, I liked it and wanted to repeat. The second time was in Barcelona, \u200b\u200band I only remember that ended in a hail of cushions thrown from the public on the last fighter, who had clumsily over the last bull with numerous "pinchazos" and even more numerous "descabellos. I found it funny (the launch of the cushions, not the "pinchazos") for an audience that participates in its own way, is part of Fiesta.
Then things get complicated. Why do you keep going, but want to learn more. Not only as he turns function, but because, for example, that afternoon have two ears for a bullfighter, even if it seemed that, after all, his bulls were not that great (and you even a little 'bored) and again have lived moments of excitement, and panic about the difficulties of the bulls, combined impotence of bullfighters, and the day after the laws on local news that bullfighting was a disaster, because of the Bulls. Then you realize that whoever wrote the news is quell'impomatato who took notes the "callejon", and at night you saw him in a bar laughing and joking with the 'apoderado "of a bullfighter, facing a monumental tray prawns. So you want to deepen, leggi tutto quello che ti capita a tiro sulla materia, osservi quello che vedi nell’arena, parli con la gente, ed entri in una confusione mica male.
Ed è qui che inizia la tua rovina, perché se hai la fortuna, o sfortuna, di parlare con i vecchi “aficionados”, o di leggere i sacri testi (Paquiro, il Cossio, Corrochano, o i francesi Popelin, Juan Leal, El Tio Pepe) e poi fai il confronto con quello che vedi, ti rendi conto che fra l’essere ed il dover essere, c’è spesso un abisso, che il novanta per cento degli spettacoli taurini a cui hai assistito, e a cui assisterai, sono delle prese in giro. Se poi prendi il vizio di andare alla corrida a Madrid, magari nei “tendidos” fra il 6 e l’8, solo con ascoltare i commenti dei vicini, capisci perché ai tori non si va a divertirsi, ma per lo più si va a soffrire. O a vedere quello che capita, e poi leggere la cronaca dell’indimenticabile Joaquin Vidal, per dire, caspita, ha ragione, è stato proprio così. Mentre altre volte, leggevi altre cronache e pensavi: boh, sarà che sono stato in un’altra corrida, oppure non capisco niente.
E allora perché ci torni, se fa così schifo ? Buona domanda.
Con il tempo, intanto, cerchi di imparare qualcosa, e cominci ad evitare quegli spettacoli che a priori already know how they are going to be .... Maybe you're wrong, and that day the bullfighter "eternal promise as an artist, the artist is for real, or leaves a" Sobrero "which then becomes the bull of the Feria. But they are rare. E 'instead possible that in a bullfight, you've decided at all costs to see why the bulls are the "ganadería" more "good encastada y", and the bullfighters are experts lidiadores "that day, the bulls do not respond, or bullfighters are not in the day. Or rain. And windy. It puts everything into account, the bullfight is a ritual, the ritual is repetitive, even maniacally, just to reassure the man of the unknown, all’incerto, al pericolo, alla natura bruta, che sono rappresentati dal toro, dal vento, dalla tormenta. L’uomo propone, il cielo dispone, ed il toro tutto scompone.
Sai, perché l’hai letto nei sacri testi, nelle cronache serie, lo hai visto nelle foto e nei documentari, spesso in bianco e nero, che la corrida può essere uno spettacolo grandioso e senza pari, rispetto a qualunque altra attività umana. Sai che muove le masse, ispira artisti, suscita ammirazione ed indignazione. Sotto il ciarpame senza pudore (l’espressione non è originale, ma rende l’idea) che normalmente viene proposto, c’è qualcosa di grande, ed ogni tanto, a saperlo vedere, viene fuori. Solo che tu, che ti sei addentrato sempre più nei meandri della conoscenza, cercando una verità che sai che è irraggiungibile, e forse non esiste (ma l’opposto della verità, la menzogna e l’inganno, esistono, rappresentati plasticamente dalla spada simulata, cioè “non vera”, con cui quello di turno sostiene la “muleta” ed incatena decine di volgari “derechazos” a un animale selezionato per essere un comodo collaboratore) ti rendi conto che sono pochi ad apprezzarlo.
E quando un “picador” come Fritero, davanti a un manso che non ne vuole sapere del cavallo, se ne sbatte della riga per terra, dietro cui normalmente is the "picador", and urges the horse toward the center of "Rueda" to go find the manse to find out that while the mass protest, and to applaud you in just a few. Including, two rows behind you in a "high Tendido" (paying the ticket, and not in the "callejon") the Director of Toros, who knows the famous line is not an insurmountable limit to the picador, but was put in its proper time at the request of picadors, as the limit for them, beyond which they are obliged to go, because most go further, it is dangerous for them.
Or when you see a bull in Saragossa "jabonera" of encaste Veragua from 40 meters for five times to load the horse, and "Tendido 4" old "aficionados" hug with tears in their eyes, you know that "el sector es Grandeza. When in Cali, Colombia, Cesar Rincon pulls three sets of "muletazos" of its opposite, a manse complicated and dangerous, including the almost universal indifference, but admired the attention of a few (while others have asked first ears and tail for a bullfighter who made vulgar circus acts with "harpoons"), you understand that you are lost. You've played the chance to go to a bullfight to have fun and party, in exchange for a few solitary moments when you feel that is something sublime, that a good lidia, that the first "capotazo" prepare the bull for the final thrust is the materialization of earth, here and now, the philosophical principle "ORDO AB CHAOS.
Like the "Faena" Juan Mora in Madrid, October 2, 2010, just over four minutes of pure sector, with a real sword in hand, and a thrust to take your breath away. Thank God that these things still like in Madrid.
Arrivals esoteric level, and you jump on reckless readings, terrifying titles (and all strictly true) as "The cult of the Bull," "Rites and games of bull" "Symbolic Analysis of bullfighting - Archetypes of a cosmic dance," "The most sober school of life - like bullfighting ethical requirement", "Bullfighting and taurogogia", "Para-Taurine, y para-papanatismo manoletismo. All this behind a phenomenon that ultimately it is a show organized for profit, the first in the modern era on which they have built special buildings to see him pay (the Roman circus was free, financed the nurse on duty).
But there is always the bull, the bull of the prehistoric caves, the Minotaur, the man who confronted him with the Arts and Reason, in a ritual ceremony.
So it is incorrect to speak of sacred texts. And I read to better understand what you see. Here is a shot when you learn that Joselito el Gallo, for his presentation in Madrid as a "novillero," refused the "novillos" that had been prepared because they are too small, pretensions and got 4 years for a bulls bullfighters alternative. Just like now, when a "novillero" cut some sympathetic ears in squares benevolent, if the offer a "novillada" with a reputation for tough, says no. Fortunately, there are others who agree, "aficionados" who pay to see them. E so we can return to the bullfight.
Become an expert in heraldry and genealogy taurine, compulsive story of farms. Breeding then try to visit if you're interested because they retain the caste of the true "good bull". And then they want to see the arena. You know how much work and how much dedication is behind a good bull, then a "cuadrilla" of assassins dressed as bullfighters - clothes do not make the monaco - can pulverize artless nor honor in minutes. Assist each year to the extinction of legendary irons, the disappearance of 'encastes "rare, marginalized in favor of “collaboratori”, però gioisci quando leggi che hanno ammesso una “ganaderia” di casta Navarra nella Union degli allevatori. O ricevi, senza averlo chiesto, sulla tua posta elettronica, un dotto studio sulle origini della scomparsa casta Jijona, e così apprendi che esiste un’associazione che lotta per recuperarla. Da tempo hai abbandonato la lettura delle riviste taurine patinate, piene di rutilanti foto a colori, e ti sei abbonato ad una rivista con poche foto in bianco e nero, e fitta di testo, in francese. Insomma, due palle ! Già essere amanti della corrida è per definizione essere in minoranza (rispetto ai più che sono indifferenti, o antitaurini) ma essere la minoranza della minority ...
And so to return to see some fight, you have to dedicate yourself to a thoughtful research (thank goodness there's internet), which almost always takes you to remote places of the French Midi, Cathar and Templar lands, where it is kept hidden somewhere the Holy Grail of bullfighting, or what remains of the Valley of Terror, in the mountains that stand between Madrid, Avila and Toledo. O hope that in Zaragoza, or Arles, the company in office, even for local dell'aficion pressures, have the willingness to devote at least a few days of the feria bullfights, and not the circus of the bullfighters. And Bilbao do not change the president, who maintains a minimum of rigor.
Go back to the fight, but how hard ... sometimes winning, sometimes not.
But the rest is nothing.
Ve do not recommend it highly. If you have perseverance, dedication, spirit of sacrifice, and a good dose of patience, not too cultivated a passion for truth bullfighting. " If you just want to "have fun", or believe it, go to Mid-August in Malaga, we are near the beautiful beaches, the town is gay party, and Malagueta ears fall easily, so "there will be fun."
want to give you a tone? Get a subscription in "barrera sombra" at the Maestranza in Seville, bulls and bullfighters as they should you will see few, especially in Farolillos week, but the "faenas" that whatever face the matador will not be challenged by the public (ahh, silence Maestranza ...) will seem beautiful, then read on the news as written by the slimy-eating shrimp. spent a memorable week at the Feria, and if you have the chance to meet someone "mundillo" that invites you to his "caseta", and then some "tient" luxury, you can presume to be fully immersed in the environment . Maybe make it into the court of flatterers a bullfighter fashion. There have always been, part of the furniture.
Want to exaggerate? Find ways to go to Goyesca of Ronda, where gun with costumes by Armani, and "Barrera" never misses the Duchess of Alba (I've also nice, but when in the same arena where she is there I have also, it means that I have the wrong place). In Seville, Ronda or you can also have one sitting next to you as Briatore, then you understand that the cultural depth and human environment is unattainable. You will be entertained, as the Billionaire.
The bull? served, thank you. Lydia? with what eat?
You can also go to Nimes.
Ahhh, Nimes, I went there too, do not deny it, looking for that little Victorino, and Palha, you could see, and sipping the splendor of the highest figures with animals unworthy of presentation and worst caste . I remember a poor Domecq reserved El Juli, who came out as Toril in the throes of epileptic seizures, and fell gasping. They had just put the "uniform"!
Until I found Vic Fezensac (500 kilometers further on) and Nimes has disappeared from all the maps in my possession.
For professional reasons I met a gentleman from Torino, a senior official of an international organization, which in Nimes went there too, every year for about 15 years. Down Emperador Hotel, where they kept the place from year to year, and caused him also subscribe to the bulls. In the front row. For this he was interviewed on the local newspaper, and among other things the article, saying that was always the arena with a white handkerchief in the pocket, to seek the ear. He also said that once he threw his hat, an expensive Panama, a bullfighter, in a matter of honor, and he was not returned (because what is casts, it is a gift). It was a very good person and helped a very young "novillero locale of Italian descent. Talking with him, I became aware of his surprise to learn, only now, after years of "barrrera" in Nimes, the "suerte de varas" also and above all the task of showing the skill of the bull. He had never known. Yet he had his reasons for returning each year. I am very much disappointed when they told me that some years ago, died.
I'm sure there will now be in a white amphitheater, the clouds, where on a white sand, the bullfighters dressed in white, with "capotes" and "Muletas" white, accompanied by picadors also in white, mounted on white horses, with Spades blunt (replaced with a white feather), make changes reminiscent of the "suertes" bull and "Pegan Pases" a blameless Toretti " ensabanados " whose white with golden horns have developed a ring, mo 'a halo, and therefore are harmless.
The steps, a compound result of blessed souls in white, waving white handkerchiefs to ask the president (an old man with white beard) symbolic prizes, because obviously Toretti be pardoned for eternal life. I can imagine thus, its paradise.
Being a sinner, and a dangerous heretic, the same place for me will be my hell.
I Volter, and sitting behind me a well-known critic of bullfighting, as known in "La Lirio", will make me a wink, giving me a smile and greet with the hand, with the little finger raised.
Oibò! I know, I have sinned in life, I sought the truth (unachievable, and that may not exist) of the sector, and I looked up in the bull. I must have just done it!
Marco Coscia
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