The poets and the world war: "The Glory of Women" by Siegfried Sassoon

One of the international themes of First World War Centenary is the role of women during the warfare. This is logical if we consider the fact that the "Centenary mood" has to promote dialogue among different parts, countries and stakeholders through neutral topics or cross-cultural topics (like the role of women and children, the different and new technologies of war, the role of music in the different armies etc.). One of the limits of this approach is the guilty removal of all possible political arguments and discussions about that huge carnage. Anyway, the role of women remains a crucial aspect to take into consideration while studying the five years of the conflict. What we cannot allow is that the umbrella of political correctness hides the reality of testimony, even the one of literature and poetry. Take Siegfried Sassoon, for example. There’s no need to introduce him, he is for sure the most remembered and celebrated British “war poet”. Sassoon once wrote the sonnet “The Glory of Women” that you can read here below. And the image of women that we find there is in contrast with the image and role of women we are used to detect in the radars of Centenary speeches. This is just a foreword to the short poem and, moreover, an invitation to consider all the sides of our complex prism. Here Sassoon simply tells us that some women do not (or can not) understand the mental and materialistic condition of the modern war. Let's put it in this way: we do not know if Sassoon was right or wrong, but we can investigate considering also his standpoint.






THE GLORY OF WOMEN


You love us when we're heroes, home on leave,

Or wounded in a mentionable place.

You worship decorations; you believe

That chivalry redeems the war's disgrace.

You make us shells. You listen with delight,

By tales of dirt and danger fondly thrilled.

You crown our distant ardours while we fight,

And mourn our laurelled memories when we're killed.

You can't believe that British troops “retire”

When hell's last horror breaks them, and they run,

Trampling the terrible corpses—blind with blood.

O German mother dreaming by the fire,

While you are knitting socks to send your son

His face is trodden deeper in the mud.



From Siegfried Sassoon, Counter-Attack and Other Poems (1918).

Last days to visit the exhibition "Organic Memory" at Ca' dei Ricchi (Treviso, Italy)

If you're spending some time in the Venice area, there are still some days to visit in the city of Treviso the charming exhibition entitled “Organic Memory”. This is located in the beautiful venue of Ca’ dei Ricchi, just one minute walk from Piazza dei Signori, the central and main square of the city.

The exhibition will be open until the 5th of August with the following opening times: from Monday to Saturday, from 10:00 a.m. to 01:00 p.m. and from 03:30 p.m. to 07:30 p.m.

Before leaving you with an anticipation, namely a concise and close photo reportage of some of the artworks that this exhibition hosts, we remind you this web page dedicated to the event in the site of the festival B#SIDE WAR. The artworks that the visitors can encounter in Treviso are by Nathalie Vanheule, Boris Beja, Lang Ea, Cosima Montavoci, Anitra Hamilton, Ilisie Remus, Ting Bao and Victoria Lucas.


ANITRA HAMILTON, Still life with Fruit


COSIMA MONTAVOCI, Tomb Sculpture


Lang Ea, Listen


NATHALIE VANHEULE, En Flemme


[Photo courtesy of IoDeposito Press Office]


Novels of the Great War: "War" by Ludwig Renn

Here is just a quick note about a book we could enlist among the forgotten titles that came after the end of the First World War. "Krieg" by Ludwig Renn was first published in German in 1928. It was immeditaly translated into English by the publisher Martin Secker and a new edition, always with the translation by Willa and Edwin Muir, appeared in the 80s (see here for the editorial history of this title). This novel, available in Spanish and Italian, seems to have low avaibility now in English. The book is autobiographically based on the war experience of the author that becomes therefore author-narrator. The standpoint belongs to a simple soldier and the reason why a rediscovery and new proposal of this book is highly recommendable lays on the straight account of the madness and brutality of war. Like other books released several years after the end of the war, War by Ludwig Renn benefits from all the meditation that stands in between 1918 and 1928: bombast at the minimum level and great simplicity as the tuner of the entire novel (and great engine of dramatic force, too). The book had pretty a good success when it first came out but was probably obscured by other best-sellers soon transformed into the new banner of pacifism. Here below we suggest a short video about the book and a writer that went through all the great wars of the Twentieth century.



The Italian sound art installation INSIGHT will 'sound' even across the border

Press release


Vernissage

Thursday the 15th June, at NAGN – National Art Gallery of Namibia, Windhoek, Namibia. 
Saturdaythe 1st July, at Mosede Fort & Museum, Greve, Denmark.


Infoline

www.iodeposito.org; www.bsidewar.org

B#SIDE WAR, the diffuse artistic and cultural Festival promoted by IoDeposito Ngo, has achieved a new international goal: Insight, sound art installation by Joshua Cesa, lands to Namibia on the 15th June and to Denmark on the 1st July. These two days are dedicated to the inauguration of two of the seven installation's bells, which have been donated to NAGN- National Art Gallery of Namibia and to Mosede Fort & Museum of Denmark. In fact, Insight is the protagonist of an international dissemination project: the ‘sensorial - auditive stations’ will take new routes, stimulating new keys to interpretation. Presented in Italy during the B#SIDE WAR FESTIVAL's second edition, the dissemination project is now oriented to an international network of partnerships with cultural institutions involved with subjects and issues covered by the artist Joshua Cesa. Thanks to this new horizon, the Italian Ngo IoDeposito and its B#SIDE WAR FESTIVAL crosses national border again and stays tuned to innovative and interactive contemporary art expression. With exhibitions, avant-garde artistic perspectives and international research projects IoDeposito carries on its missio through Festival's third edition, focused on the Great War and its legacy to contemporary society and new generations.

Insight is a sound installation, a sensory, narrative, auditive and visual path, a precious and vibrant relational architecture based on the perceptive stimuli of light art and sound art. Cesa's work aims to involve visitors through senses and feelings, in order to trigger an intimate and polyphonic reflection about what conflicts victims have lived. Inspired by the literary evidences of 1914-16, the artwork contributes in investigating the collective and individual memory of the first global conflict, starting from the sensorial polarity sight/deceptive – hearing/salvific, detected into the evidences of the past and common to all the conflicts of the short century. And it's exactly this polarity the main resource of vistor's interactive experience: Cesa’s installation -with Alessio Sorato and Lorena Cantarut sounds- puts in direct contact with the experiential ghost of the conflict, which is narrated by the reproduction of First World War's auditive prints through seven different ‘sensorial-auditive stations’.


The international donation project of the Insight's ‘sensorial-auditive stations’ is based on the assignment of sound concepts to the local history of different countries, in order to connect each bell to the specific history of the land and stimulate new artwork's undermeaning. So, as a demonstration of artworks' universal value, each cultural location chosen (Denmark, Namibia and soon even USA, France and Russia) has recognized a piece of itself and its history in the sound concept of Insight. «The artist has worked with native testimonies, gathering direct life experiences» explains Chiara Isadora Artico, IoDeposito's president and B#SIDE WAR FESTIVAL's art director. The new artwork's geo-localization has, in fact, deep roots. About National Art Gallery of Namibia, the analysis of Great War human experience related to history of African conflicts has led to the choice of the Campana dello Stallo. The eternal repetition, the impasse condition -for example, the foxholes one- expressed in Italian war diaries' pages found here new perspectives thanks to the Namibians contribution. In this way, installed in the neutral, airy and metallic space of the Upper Museum, the sound art installation gives back a fragment of the African local history able to show inner affinity with Italian war testimonies. From comparative studies of Danish war dynamics, it can be investigated the dimension of countries indirectly afflicted by World Wars. The selected station for the Mosede Fort & Museum is the Campana dell'Attesa, which will become part of the important Danish museum's permanent collection. «The connection established between Insight and new cultural institutions' history» asserts the touched and satisfied Italian artist «it's going to create a new narration of the installation itself, but even of the absolute value of its universal message».

Contacts
Event Link: http://www.bsidewar.org/en/upcoming/insight-sound-art-installation-by-joshua-cesa-2/ ; http://www.bsidewar.org/en/upcoming/insight-sound-art-installation-by-joshua-cesa/
Web: www.iodeposito.org; www.bsidewar.org
Direction: info@iodeposito.org
Press&Communication: daniela.madonna@iodeposito.org

The new b#side war festival's horizon: Rome, with the installation "Prisoners"


Press release

Details: The installation will be available: from 27th to 28th May at Piazza San Silvestro, from 6.00 p.m. to 10.00 p.m.; from 10th to 11th June at the Park of ex Manicomio Santa Maria della Pietà, from 6.00 p.m. to 10.00 p.m.; Saturday the 24th June at MAAM – Museo dell’Altro e dell’Altrove (via Prenestina, 913, Rome), from 10.00 a.m. to 8.00 p.m.

Infoline: www.iodeposito.org; www.bsidewar.org

After Udine, Gradisca d'Isonzo, Pirano and Genova, B#SIDE WAR FESTIVAL's tour comes to the capital city of Italy, for the first time, with a series of appointments focused on public art. These inaugurations organized by IoDeposito Ngo start with Prisoners, the conceptual public art installation by Joshua Cesa: in collaboration and with the patronage of the Municipality of Rome, the first date is set for Saturday the 27th May at 6:00 p.m., at Piazza San Silvestro (Rome, Italy). The installation, which enjoys the patronage of UNESCO, will be available from 27th to 28th May, in the area of Piazza San Silvestro, from 6.00 p.m. to 10.00 p.m. For the first time in Rome, this new artistic experience opens three upcoming events dedicated to the work of art: the second one will be on Saturday the 10th June at the Ex Lavanderia and, the third one, on Saturday the 24th June at the MAAM – Museo dell’Altro e dell’Altrove. All three Roman appointments belong to the third edition of the diffuse artistic and cultural Festival B#SIDE WAR, which is promoted by IoDeposito through numerous Italian and international events such as exhibitions, conferences and research project.

One hundred years ago, Europe looked like a big open-air prison: almost fifteen million people used to be trapped inside inhuman war jails and even more civilians were trapped between refugee camps and their own houses, living a life of destruction and deprivation. Through his installation Prisoners, the artist Joshua Cesa relates to that terrible war scenario trying to involve visitors in exploring a poli-focal historical point of view, between the past and the present. In fact, Prisoners is born from the need to investigate the experience of captivity in a perceptive sense. Starting from the historical experience of the Great War, the artwork triggers a reflection on the idea of imprisonment, a constant and invariable implication in all conflicts, impacting on the way in which we perceive the world. The installation consists in a series of cubic structures open themselves to dynamism, showing the image of many people trapped inside them, that, desperate, seek freedom. A container which become, in this way, metaphor for all the imprisonments -not only those due to overt wars, but also the ones due to concealed conflicts-, in these challenging times where man is above all prisoner of himself: so, the issue begs the unavoidable question of what are real borders of a cell. Prisoners appears to act as a veritable artistic experience, even thanks to two languages that underlie in the same work: fixity and perfection of the geometrical figure are combined with faulty and desperate gestures of those that try to achieve freedom.

A special role is played by the three locations chosen for each appointment: with the specific intention of starting from the centre and then pull away in the suburbs, the installation will enter into contact with different types of users, generating different approaches to artistic message. So, first date's path is articulated starting from town centre where, just for two days, it will be possible to face with these stories. The artwork is in dialogue with the shapes of the city, in a cultural landscape in which Prisoners is filled strengthening its message of reflection on captivity as a troublesome legacy of the global conflicts: for this city, populations and civilities have fought through the millenniums. A strong connection is established even between the installation and the second Roman location, an ex psychiatric hospital: in fact, those walls keep the memory of a painful and brutal imprisonment undergone by the one who, confined there for many years, has lost the own freedom because considered insane. Installed in a context with strong symbolic value, the cubic structures become containers and contents and, above all, they become primordial testimony of desperation: the despair of the one who does not manage to get rid, now as it was then with “patients”. Roman appointments' last date is set on 24th June, at an ex suburban slaughterhouse which is now a sui generis art museum, hosting communities and refugee camps for the immigrants and asylum seekers. Here, the problematic social emergency of immigration rediscovers the universal message of art as tool of knowledge, cultural integration and protection. So, thoughts go to social marginalisation and precariousness as prisons from which escape seems impossible: the random meeting with the artwork leads the passers-by to reflect on the encounter/clash paradox between their freedom and the exasperated condition of the prisoner, which is outside any time and any place (awakening a valuable, albeit uncomfortable, historical memory). «Is a B#SIDE WAR FESTIVAL's really important goal to be here: Roma gives deep food for thought thanks to its specific history characterized by ancient cosmopolitan and intercultural meeting» explains Giulia Di Paola, manager of the new Roman IoDeposito Ong's headquarters «in a city that stays constantly in contact with its cultural, military and historical background, Prisoners can offer a new and multi-focal point of view about war conflicts' tragedy»


Contacts
Event's link: http://www.bsidewar.org/it/prossimi-eventi/prisoners-by-joshua-cesa-7/
Web: www.iodeposito.org; www.bsidewar.org
Direction: info@iodeposito.org
Press&Communication: daniela.madonna@iodeposito.org

"Animals in the Great War”, the forthcoming eBook in Italian and English


Imperial War Museums - The British Army on the Western Front 1914-1918
A kneeling soldier is lifting up a pet dog in his shrapnel helmet, 22 December 1917


"Animals in the Great War” is a forthcoming eBook in Italian and English, edited by Se*, that will be available for free download.
Looking at the First World War from the standpoint of the animals that took part in it, allows to emancipate the Great War from textbook narrative, often exclusively focused on the European fronts and the defeats or victories of single nations.
It is an educational tool, which aims to provide the means to shift the focus to subaltern subjectivities, encouraging a broadening of horizons not only about a single historical event (namely the WWI), but also for looking more widely at the facts that surround us.
This project was one of the three winners of “Europeana Strike a match for Education”, a competition promoted by the cultural network Europeana and the civic crowdfunding platform for social innovation Goteo. As result it is involved in a global crowdfunding campaign, which - we trust - will provide money for a completely free publishing.
Your help to reach this goal is crucial, especially in these first weeks of campaign.
Please, let this project reach the widest possible audience through your social networks and back “Animals in the Great War” with a donation at the crowdfunding campaign page: http://goteo.cc/animalsgreatwar


*Se is an Italian cultural association, which aims to promote the knowledge and study of Twentieth-century history. Find out more at Associazione culturale Se

Hemingway's Piave. An article by Bruno Marcuzzo (translation by Julia Owen)

The article here below by Bruno Marcuzzo and translated by Julia Owen comes from the book La grande guerra tra terra ed acqua. Storie e memorie nelle terre basse tra Livenza, Piave e Sile fino al mare (see here to flip the full book and here for text in Italian). We invite you also to surf the site laguerradihemingway.it

Each one of us has at least one place which represents a moment which changed our life. For Ernest Hemingway - more than he could ever have said (1), nor we imagined – the river Piave (2) was that place.
Ernest arrived there as a boy (3). He thought of war as a football match and the enemy as the away team (4). He wore a made-to-measure uniform on which the stripes of a second lieutenant were stitched . Whatever their age, all the American Red Cross boys were at least second lieutenants, so, as far as the troops were concerned, they were officers. The Italian officers spent time among them, in the canteens and at the command posts; these were educated men and some of them spoke English. They were certainly much more mature than Ernest. Even the infantrymen, marked by years of combat and discomfort, seemed older. With them he shared wine and women and all those experiences which would have been unthinkable at home in America. The American Red Cross had entrusted him with running a canteen post, putting men and materials at his disposal, and even a bicycle on which he could move around without asking anyone's permission. He was a protected boy in a grown-up world, and he was held in consideration both as an officer, and also as an American.  What more could anyone have asked for in that particular time of life when unexpected freedom suddenly throws open the doors onto a seemingly limitless world?
But soon the serenity which came hand in hand with ignorance, his sky high self esteem, and the epic myth of battle,would all lie buried in a trench on the bank of the river,

Despite ARC volunteers being forbidden to go near the front line, it was not the first time that Ernest had gone to look at the Austro-Hungarian trenches. That place where the river points in an 'L' shape towards Fossalta is famous (5): just before the last battle the Czech Lieutenant Stiny went by with the Italians bringing important news about an attack. His friends from the Ancona Brigade were right there, they would not cause problems. He left his bike leaning against the last houses at the foot of the river bank and climbed the short slope. It was hot, and the men were sleeping in holes dug out under the top of the bank. By day one could sleep, it was darkness which made everything difficult: all the eyes in the world would not be enough to see what was going on on the other side of the river. In the dark all you saw was fear.

On the curve behind the river bank there was a large dug out protected by earth where he used to go to chat to the soldiers. It was dark by the time he left the command post dug out at the foot of the river bank. He went up to the trench at the top of the bank, and made his way down towards the side of the river, before walking along the tow path which passed in front of a house whose roof had been blown off by mortar fire. The smell of day's heat had been replaced with the sound of the front line. A little further on, the reflection of a flare died on the still water of the river. In the gun emplacement were gunners and a machine gun. It does not take many men to control enemy lines; there would not be any sense in sacrificing more men than necessary on a position that far forward. It was an excellent position because from that point you could see down the river in both directions. The trenches were so close that each had a clear idea of what was going on on the other side.

A whispered conversation, the glow of a cigarette, or an unexpected sound, and the Austro-Hungarians on the other side, suspecting action, would send back a bombardment on the Italians (6). ''Through the other sounds I heard a cough, then came the chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh, and then there was a flash''. The aim was perfect.
The explosion, white, then red, then purple, and the movement of air, carried him with it while taking the air from his lungs. He had no time to think, he only felt himself dying. He finished up, semi buried beneath sandbags, beams and other detritus which continued to rain down even into the water; first the largest pieces, near the Italian bank, and then smaller and smaller across onto the opposite side. In the darkness he realised that near him one of the soldiers was dead, another was crying out. The shock of the explosion had anaesthetised him (7) so that he did not feel the many splinters of shrapnel which dug into his legs. All he could hear with his ears was the buzzing of shattered metal. His heart must have been bursting in his breast while the adrenaline warmed his veins.

He should not have attacted the attention of the enemy, indeed he should never have been there at all. Now he could have stayed where he was, pretending to be dead, waiting for help to arrive; instead, automatically, he began doing what he had been taught to do which was to pick up the wounded. The height of the average Italian soldier at that time was 1.60m while he stood not far short of 1.90m. He slung the small soldier across his wide shoulders and started making for the the trench below the bank. The Austro-Hungarians, pleased to have hit their target, launched a flare to see what was going on; it exploded high, illuminating the trench and the ruins of the house on the river bank.  This scene, in a yellow flash, remained in Ernests' eyes, becoming the synthesis of his perception of the moment. The image of that house on the river bank would remain in his nightmares as the representation of distress.

From the other side of the river they began to track him with machine gun fire and hit him first on his left thigh and his right foot. He got to his feet again, made his way for another fifty meters trying to reach the shelter of the bank. He was walking badly, inside his boots his feet felt as though they were squelching in hot water. He was bleeding from a head wound and thick blood ran down his neck. He was hit by a second burst which hit him on the right knee and which sent him, and the wounded man, tumbling down into the trench on the bank where he passed out.

At first he was given up for dead. The officers were alarmed, not merely on his account but because of the trouble he had caused. They would have to answer for a great many things. Meanwhile, the Italians, put on the alert by the explosion, thinking it was an attack, started firing their artillery across the river, and the orther side immediately began firing back. The night of 8th July 1918 should have been a quiet one.
This experience destroyed any myth he might have had of a 'just war', fought with force and the purity of ideals.
He realises that many Italians do not want war. He sees signs of their mistrust towards governments, and orders that are far removed from ordinary people who want victory even when faced with the unspeakable sacrifices of soldiers, they are insulted by propaganda.
He will write (8): 'I suppose it is just the loss of the immortality... well, in a way, that is quite a lot to lose'.   
The immortality to which he refers is also that of his youthful ideals, the myths of truth and justice which were killed not so much by the explosion as by the betrayal perpetuated by greater interests which held sway over the wishes of the people and drew advantage from that. He was not frightened of dying, something that at that point he believed to be quite simple, but of dying in order to pay someone else's bill without meaning to.

The young man's illusions die on that river bank and, from there, a man who no longer believes there is anything worth fighting for walks away.
This is the detachment of the 'lost generation' - the period in which he lived in Paris that was characterised by a resigned individualism but which would slowly disappear as the tensions in Spain led to civil war. Ernest returns to pure ideology, choosing to align himself with the wish for self-determination, an absolute value which cannot fail. He defends the idea of the Repubblic because it is the only form of democratic government which he believes possible.

The war in Spain will teach him that no one can fight for what is right without remaining marked by it; you cannot fight a war without getting dirtied; someone, on one side or the other, will feel authorised to justify the violence and twist truth into propaganda thus perpetuating the betrayal of truth, of justice, and of robbing the sacrifice of the dignity of purity.
For years to come, he and his pen will fight on. But he will have his eyes wide open and firmly fixed on the the true wishes of the people. He will denounce the manoeuvres of the various systems of interests and he will remain steadfast in the struggle, which he believes to be the only true measure of the dignity of man which, even when faced with the certainty of losing, cannot betray itself.

He returned to Italy one more time to work on 'Across the River' with the old soldier spewing forth confused memories. In the silence of the morning, gazing at a lagoon landscape of almost heartbreaking beauty, he rediscovers his love for this country, a love which now he finds in a time of peace. He returns to the river bank one last time, not like those veterans do as they search for their lost youth, but in order to settle his accounts with the fear of having sacrificed himself without properly understanding or making a conscious choice.

On the river bank every trace of the trenches had disappeared, the wind caressed the grass on the top of the ridge. Ernest saw once more the house on the river bank, it had stood witness to all the events but it remained standing, and it still is now, although rebuilt. In front of the house he searched for the crater of the explosion, then he pulled down his nut-brown trousers (9), and with the delicacy of an old knight (10), he prepared for a cerimonial evacuation of his bowels.  But nothing came, so he dug a small hole in the earth and buried a thousand lira banknote which corresponded exactly to the value of the pension which received, then he filled in the hole and stamped down the earth, just as people do after planting seeds.

His sowing of the seeds had begun in 1918 with the burial of youthful illusions; it was a carelessly made sacrifice and his voluntary efforts to an ideal had been betrayed.  If he had not returned to justify his actions then his would have remained a useless sacrifice. The mature man, who had given form to his own ideals, could not leave that sacrifice without justifying it, so he returned to tie together all the paths it had taken.
He put the money in the hole. He did not want anyone else to pay for the sacrifice he himself had made. He had not done it for the money. He left the money gladly to this earth which still needed so much support.
''It's fine now,' he thought (11). 'It has merde, money, blood; look how that grass grows... It has everything. Fertility, money, blood and iron. Sounds like a nation. Where fertility, money, blood and iron is, there is the fatherland.'"
The Second World War had just finished and there were great expectations of the future. Through that ceremony he found again his careless youth, he recognised it again as the sower, justifying his sacrifice as part of the birth pangs of a new nation, and it returns to him the dignity of blood spilt by the pure of heart.

Before leaving, he concluded his visit to the old front with another ritual. He stood up between the reeds on the river bank, raised his eyes and looked across the river to the point where the enemy lines had once been, and he spat.
''It was a long spit and he just made it. 'I couldn't spit that night nor afterwards for a long time', he said. But I spit good now...'' (12)
Even a failure to spit had its justification. As a boy he had discovered that if you were frightened your mouth went dry and you could not spit. During the civil war in Spain his writer friends in the combat used to try the spitting test.  ''There was not one of them...who could not make a joke in the imminent presence of death and who could not spit afterwards to show the joke was real (13).''  

They did not make jokes out of boastfulness. Hemingway believed that truly brave men are always cheerful. The fact that he now succeeded in spitting well, right there on the very spot where fear itself had bewitched him, was proof that he had finally worked through the idea of how one might die for a just cause without remorse. Above all it was proof that the old sacrifice he had never 'wished for' now demonstrated itself to have been shared by those men alongside whom he had contributed to both freedom and its political consequences.

On the bank of that river at Fossalta where the careless young man died, another man returned; the river saw that he had never ceased to fight even with his incapacity to justify human fear. This return concluded another cycle. The man who spat now was no longer the young Ernest, but neither was he Hemingway the mature combatant. Another man went away from the Piave river: it was an old man who will no longer write of soldiers and wars because ''he declares a separate peace'', a peace where destiny welcomes courage and fear without perceiving any difference between them. Now he would write of an old man fishing in a sea he knows well, a sea which is capable of containing both good (fish) and evil (sharks), challenging both himself and destiny.
The sea is God, the patient one, who asks no questions, and allows those who wish to do so to play according to their own natures. It is in that very awareness and the wish to be part of that game that the old man finds peace: he is now at one with his role.


Notes:

(1)  Ernest Hemingway, Across the River and Into the Trees, ''This country meant very much to him, more than he could, or would ever tell anyone''
(2)  Originally the grammatical gender of the river Piave was femminine as 'la Piave'
(3)  His 19th birthday would fall on 21 July 1918
(4)  Ernest Hemingway, Letters
(5)  Ernest Hemingway, Across the River and into the Trees
(6)   This type of armaments, defined as trench artilliary, were the precursors of modern mortars. The sound when it was fired was generally more muted than that of common artilliary, so that it could indeed be confused with the sound of someone coughing. Ernest describes the mortar as having a 5 gallon or 20 liter keg which might lead us to deduce that it was a 225 m Bohler Minenwerfer. The shells launched were not stabilised in flight like artillery shells, so that during their revolution the different effects of the air produced different sounds.
(7)  The energy of an explosion expresses itself in vibrations of differing frequencies, therefore just as loud noise can cause deafness, so vibrations are capable of killing nerve endings.
(8)  Ernest Hemingway, Across the River and into the Trees
(9)  Giampiero Malaspina writing in the Piccolo of Trieste, November 1976
(10)  On the front line a soldier would never leave his trench to do his business for fear of being hit; he did it where he was and then threw it out with a shovel. The delicacy of his companions came from their taking no notice.
(11)  Ernest Hemingway, Across the River and into the Trees
(12)  Ernest Hemingway, Across the River and into the Trees
(13)  Ernest Hemingway's Introduction to Gustav Regler's The Great Crusade, 1940


World War One maps of Italy: a new majestic work soon available



A new majestic work edited by Aldino Bondesan (University of Padua) and Mauro Scroccaro (historian) will be soon available. The title is Cartografia militare della Prima Guerra Mondiale. Cadore, altopiani e Piave nelle carte topografiche austro-ungariche e italiane dell'Archivio di Stato di Firenze (Padova, Antiga Edizioni, 2017) and will become for sure a new starting point for all the researches on the Italy front of World War One. 

This impressive work collects and reproduces almost 250 war maps. Most of these maps are Austro-Hungarian and give us a clear view of the Italian war front between 1915 and 1918. The achievement was possible thanks to the cooperation of Marco Polo System, Archivio di Stato di Firenze, Antiga Edizioni, Università di Padova and Regione del Veneto. 

In the coming weeks we really hope to offer you more contents about this.

Exhibition Featuring Striking Modern Images of WWI Battlefields from Photographer Michael St Maur Sheil Opens at National World War I Museum and Memorial


 Ancient remains of the village, Fey-en-Haye,
in the St. Mihiel battlefield

Press release 

KANSAS CITY, Mo. – World War I was the first “modern” war as industry enabled weapons and explosives to be manufactured in vast quantities that brought death and destruction on a scale never previously experienced by mankind. 

American Sergeant Charles S. Stevenson wrote, “Machine guns, rifles, shells, aeroplanes, and tanks — everything you read about — I saw ‘em all. We followed the first line (the attacking party) for twelve hours and ours was a sort of 'after the battle' review. I saw all kinds of German trenches, barbed wire entanglements, busted houses, burning trees, deep shell holes, torn-up railroad tracks, peaceful gardens, dynamited bridges.”
 
American 30.06 caliber unfired rifle clips in the Meuse Argonne “Pocket” 
where the so-called “Lost Battalion” fought its gallant action.

The experience of American soldiers in the Great War is documented in a free outdoor special centennial exhibition, Fields of Battle, Lands of Peace: The Doughboys, 1917-1918, which debuts Friday, March 31 in the Museum’s Memorial Courtyard. The exhibition features the incredible contemporary photographs of Michael St Maur Sheil, depicting the battlefields of the Western Front where the Doughboys fought. The exhibition, co-curated by the Museum, opens in conjunction with the centennial of American entry into the Great War and is the first large-scale exhibition of Sheil’s work in the U.S. His prior exhibitions have been seen by more than five million people across the world.

In addition, a second edition of the exhibition debuts at Guildhall Yard, the site of London’s historic Roman Amphitheatre, on April 6. The exhibition then shifts to the U.S. Embassy in London at Grosvenor Square (April 28-May 12) before traveling throughout the United Kingdom during the course of the year, including stops in Liverpool, Newcastle, Edinburgh, Belfast and Cardiff.
 
Relic German stick grenade in the U.S. action areas 
in the Champagne region


“Through this exhibition, we trace the journey of the American forces in 1917 and 1918, and commemorate their efforts,” said National World War I Museum and Memorial Senior Curator Doran Cart. “It is both beautiful and poignant work and serves as another example of our commitment to understanding World War I and its enduring impact.”

When the United States entered the cataclysm of the war to become known as World War I, the global conflict had consumed many nations since 1914 and continued for years. The Armistice of Nov. 11, 1918 halted the fighting on the Western Front.

The Western Front the American forces saw when they arrived and until they returned home included scenes of environmental degradation, obliterated villages, vast cemeteries, and continuing massive destruction. Much of the landscape of the Western Front looked like an uninhabited planet very foreign to them.

“The U.S. involvement in the First World War was a hugely significant factor,” said Sheil, whose work has been featured in National Geographic and Time magazine. “Today, it is often overlooked, but it was a New World coming to the aid of an Old World, from which many of the young American soldiers – as first generation immigrants – had sought to escape. Their humanitarian effort in supplying and shipping over seven million tons of food to save the peoples of Belgium and northern France from starvation marked the advent of America as a united nation.”

Fields of Battle, Lands of Peace: The Doughboys, 1917-1918, is open through Aug. 20, 2017 at the Museum. The exhibition is presented by the Aon Foundation with additional support provided by Edward Jones, PNC Financial Services Group and Park University. The U.K. version is presented by the Aon Foundation in partnership with the U.S. Embassy. 

In conjunction with the March 31 opening, the Museum is hosting a free reception and panel discussion featuring Sheil, Cart and Museum President and CEO Dr. Matthew Naylor on Friday, March 31. The reception, which begins at 5 p.m., features a free drink and complimentary light hors d’oeuvres with entertainment from jazz musician Bram Wijnands and his trio. The panel discussion follows at 6 p.m. Individuals interested in attending may RSVP at theworldwar.org


Info:
National World War I Museum and Memorial
2 Memorial Drive | Kansas City, MO | 64108
Office: 816.888.8122
Cell: 352.278.0522
theworldwar.org 

"L'offensiva di carta". An illustrated journey from the Luxardo Collection to modern-day comics. An exhibition opening in Udine (Italy)


We're happy to announce the opening of the exhibition "L'offensiva di carta", an illustrated journey dedicated to the First World War years, from the Luxardo Collection to modern-day comics.

Infoline:
"L'offensiva di carta"
La Grande Guerra illustrata, dalla collezione Luxardo al fumetto contemporaneo
The Great War: an illustrated journey through time, from the Luxardo Collection to modern-day comics
Castello di Udine, 31 March 2017 - 7 January 2018
E-mail: civici.musei@comune.udine.it
Web: www.civicimuseiudine.it
Curated by Giovanna Durì, Luca Giuliani, Anna Villari
in cooperation with Sara Codutti and Fernando Orlandi

The exhibition opening these days in Udine (Friuli, Italy) displays an amount of artworks coming from the Luxardo Collection. Luxardo is the surname of a doctor of the Friuli area that was able to collect immediately after the end of the First World War more than 5600 magazines and monographs. The Luxardo Collection, now part of the collection of Musei Civici, is a large window from where people can view what was produced in terms of illustration and propaganda images in the different armies and fronts. The exhibition develops and takes into consideration the appearance of the cinema as an essential tool for the control of an already biased imagery. The last section of the exhibition is dedicated to the "new" art of illustration and comics, introducing to the works of artists such as Joe Sacco, Gipi, Manuele Fior, Jacques Tardi and Hugo Pratt. The exhibition will run untill the beginning of January 2018.

“Panoptico”, the sound art installation by Greta Lusoli at Castello di Duino

Opening: March, Saturday 25th at 11.00 a.m., at Castello di Duino's Bunker (via Duino 32, 34011, Duino Aurisina – Italy) - The participation to the opening is by reservation only (via mail at info@iodeposito.org or via the B#Side War App)

Opening hours: from 25th March 2017 to 2nd April 2017; from 9.30 a.m. to 5.30 p.m. (closed on Tuesdays). Free entry.


Infoline: www.iodeposito.org; www.bsidewar.org


In collaboration with the Gruppo Ermada Flavio Vidonis and the Castle of Duino, IoDeposito Ngo presents on Saturday 25th March at 11.00 a.m. the sound art installation PANOPTICO by Greta Lusoli, at the Castello di Duino's Bunker. The event is organized thanks to the support of the Friuli Venezia Giulia Region and the patronage of UNESCO and it will be available until the 2nd April 2017: from 9:30 a.m. to 5:30 p.m. (closed on Tuesdays). This new appointment belongs to the third edition of the diffuse artistic and cultural Festival B#SIDE WAR, which is promoted by IoDeposito through numerous Italian and international events such as exhibitions, conferences and research project (www.bsidewar.org).

One hundred years ago, Europe looked like a big open-air prison: almost fifteen million people used to be trapped inside inhuman war jails and even more civilians were trapped between refugee camps and their own houses, living a life of destruction and deprivation. The sound art installation PAN-ὀπτικός by Greta Lusoli relates to that terrible war scenario trying to evoke and reconstruct in the mind of the listener the archetype prison designed by the philosopher and jurist J. Bentham at the end of XVIII century. Born with the intent to make the jails more efficient, less expensive and easier to monitor, the  Bentham's structure provided only one warden who, standing in the centre of the building, was able to guard at the same time all of the prisoners in their cells developed in a circle around the central space. In this way the prison cells became transparent: the privacy of the prisoners and the preservation of their intimacy (so, their inner identity) completely disappeared, stoking a dangerous process of objectualization and dehumanization of the prisoner.

PAN-ὀπτικός works through a stratification of its deepest meanings: there are at least three intrinsic factors related to this immaterial but complex intervention of public art. The first analysis is a sensorial one: to evoke the cruel architecture of Panopticon, Greta Lusoli project into the proxemic space of the listener a vibrant, deep, screeching and unpleasant sound that resonate inside the chest and memory of the listener with universal and archetypical echoes of a primordial energy, reminding to ancestral alert signals.  This sound create an emotional correspondence, as a summa of all the alert signals coming from the animal world, including the most primitive ones whose have been extinguished. The second level of interpretation tunes the experience of this 18th-century architecture with the tragedy of contemporary conflicts. The choice of an architecture as a symbol of an unseen reality (but too much common in our contemporaneity) hit the headlines from a mathematics and conceptual proportion trough that the sound resonate in the space: the minutes within a year are divided with the numbers of prisoners that every year, today, are victims of conflicts. In fact, the sound reverberates every 5 minutes and 53 seconds, underlining the impressive quantity of war prisoners that nowadays still loose their freedom in conflicts. Finally, a third metaphorical matrix concern to the dissociation of polarities see-be seen. The vastness of the conflicts that is gripping the entire world is not read today by our eyes but, thanks to the sound that powerfully touch the deepest strings of our soul, it can be clearly perceived in our minds.

An important role is played by the location. The Castel of Duino, completely destroyed due to its proximity to the front during the First World War, was under bombardments of the allies on Monfalcone during the Second World War. Villagers used to seek refuge inside the big Bunker, venturing into the deep cave and waiting in the dark that the worst was over. The sound art intervention, installed in the last room of the basement, take the listener at the same time in one space and in many others, comparing the “now and here” of the listener physical presence, with the “then and there” of the victims and prisoners of the conflict. A vibrant and harsh sound will vibrate inside the bunker of the castle, reflecting an old fear that can be dissolved only  by the light expectancy coming through a window in front of the sea.

Contacts:
Web: www.iodeposito.org; www.bsidewar.org
Direction: info@iodeposito.org
Press&Communication: daniela.madonna@iodeposito.org

Mario Puccini, an Italian World War One writer. The opportunity to know his work in Trieste

Press release

Mario Puccini comes back in the city which gave the title to one of the most representative Italian memorialistic war report of the Twentieth Century, his Davanti a Trieste. The critical edition curated by Tancredi Artico and published by Mursia will be presented on Friday the 3rd March at 6.00 p.m., in the Ubik book store in Trieste (Piazza della Borsa, 15). The new edition is the editorial result of a research projects undertaken by IoDeposito Ngo, in collaboration of Friuli Venezia Giulia Region and with patronage of UNESCO and Council of Europe. The study project has involved many pofessors, Ph.Ds and university researchers. The book launch of Trieste belongs in fact to the third edition of the diffuse artistic and cultural Festival B#SIDE WAR, which is promoted by IoDeposito through numerous Italian and international events such as exhibitions, conferences and research project (www.bsidewar.org).
 
The prolific author Mario Puccini (Senigallia, 1887 - Rome, 1957) was one of the literatus of «Voce» (the most important Italian magazine of the early ‘900) circle, who have been able to deeply influence the fortunes of the following history of literature affecting particularly the neorealist poetry. As many times defined by Vasco Pratolini «one of the master the Italian literature must bring justice», Mario Puccini have been also a soldier, crossing, during the First World War, all the Friuli Venezia Giulia territory, from the Carso to the Piave. From this human experience, in which the literary experience merges with the bellic one, is born a war diaries trilogy that includes Dal Carso al Piave (1918), Davanti a Trieste (1919) and Così ho visto il Friuli (1919), which represents one of the most important memorial and literary record about World War I on the international scene. 

Davanti a Trieste is a staunch and empathic portrait of war days, in which is presented the collective feeling of his comrades and is shown how they perceived reality as if they were a single organism. Lieutenant Puccini gets therefore straight to the heart of things, with his desire to pay tribute to the men who sacrificed their own lives with a valorous and touching simplicity. The writing is limpid and incisive, focused on a strong attention to the human dimension of the conflict, trough an effective formal modernity free from aesthetic temptations (which is the distinctive style of the whole Puccini's literary creation).
 
Thanks to the clear and anti-rhetorical prose, Puccini's pen is able to weave the warp of storytelling with a disarming balance between the immediate crudity of the historical evidence on the one hand and, on the other hand, the human experience transferred to the reader in the form of a poetic literary language, which yearns for salvation and redemption from a senseless and brutal war, able to engulf the reality. The pulsating and genuine compassion of the war-man intertwines with a strong sensitivity about the formal and linguistic experimentation: Puccini's triptych on the Great War is in fact a work able to represent the emotions of a great humanity and at the same time of linguistic and literary innovation, presenting itself as an organic historical evidence of events and of the past of the war. The book curator Tancredi Artico portrays Davanti a Trieste as an «exceptional direct testament of the Great War, which can be at the same level of others Italian literary war works as Guerra del ’15  by Stuparich or Giorni di guerra by Comisso»: Puccini was able to create a memorial work important for its anticlassical statute and for the peculiar chronological concatenation, which makes of writing a mean of salvation. 

(In the above images of Trieste, the quay and Via del Pane)

Contacts:
Event's link: http://www.bsidewar.org/en/upcoming/presentation-of-the-volume-davanti-trieste/
Details: Friday the 3rd March, at 6.00 p.m.; at Ubik book store, Piazza della Borsa, 15, Trieste.
Web: www.iodeposito.org; www.bsidewar.org
Direction: info@iodeposito.org
Press&Communication: daniela.madonna@iodeposito.org

"No words - no war / A Poli-focal interactive installation" at Carinarnica – bivak urbane kulture, Nova Gorica (Slovenia)



 
Press release

Opening: February, Friday 17th at 6.00 p.m., at Carinarnica – bivak urbane kulture, Erjavčeva 53, 5000 Nova Gorica, Slovenia (Carinarnica is situated on the border between Italy and Slovenia).
Opening hours: from 17th February 2017 to 3rd March 2017; from Monday to Friday, from 02:00 p.m. to 05:00 p.m. Free entry.

IoDeposito Ngo, with patronage of UNESCO, unveils on Friday 17th February at ore 6.00 p.m. the exhibition NO WORDS – NO WAR / A Poli-focal interactive installation by Natalia Tikhonova, at Carinarnica -bivak urbane kulture. In the evocative location in Nova Gorica, a new laboratory and meeting point of urban cultures, it will be accommodated the series of the Russian artist's optical installations, until the 3rd March 2017: from Monday to Friday, from 02:00 p.m. to 05:00 p.m. Tikhonova's works of art are focused on the return of the war's human and sensory dimension. Thanks to an innovative employment of historical photos and chromatic filters, the artist could reach meanings and feelings that sometimes have been pushed aside in historical books and essays: wars were made by humans against humans and so, among dates and reports of conquests, there are death, dismay, incredulity above all.

The fil-rouge of the Tikhonova's project is that our mind can condition the perception of war until making it something distant, ephemeral and non-existent. Memory and imagination in fact are able to erase not only certain details, but also to make us forget the human presence and components of war, offering an illusory image, erasing the drama of death and leaving only a memory of a desert natural scenography. This reaction, nearly to distance oneself from the harsh reality, is revealed in the series of optical installations by Nathalia Tikhonova with a game of filters that, among the blacks and greys of ancient photos, makes appear and disappear bloody and evanescent figures of soldiers: the legacy of war are read therefore through the colours, made of bright red (which presage) and dense gray (which bewail).
The descriptive language of chromaticism needs no other explanations because is able itself to tell about who has lost everything, even life, in the Russian front (which becomes a universal symbol). In this way, the artist invites the viewer to get in touch with the war's experience through the observation from different perspectives.

Carinarnica, which was inaugurated last year by Društvo humanistov goriške Carinarnica, amplifies this artistic experience because is a very significant location: the border house on the border which split the city of Gorizia in two after the Second World War. The street where is nowadays situated the urban cultural centre is half Italian (San Gabriele street, Gorizia) and half  Slovenian (Erjavčeva ulica, Nova Gorica) and so, it brings in itself a huge symbolic meaning. The exhibition belongs to the third edition of the diffuse artistic and cultural Festival B#SIDE WAR, which is promoted by IoDeposito through numerous Italian and international events such as exhibitions, conferences and research project (www.bsidewar.org).

Contacts:
Press&Communication: daniela.madonna@iodeposito.org