My Friends, heres a scene from Master Fellinis film: I CLOWN. I couldnt find an English version of it, so Ive been translating it for you. I am sure you could find an English version of this film somewhere. I hope my translation can make justice to the poetry that it is in Italian. Hope you enjoy it! Love you all clowns. The white clown: «Ladies and gentlemen a sad news is going around in taverns. Mr Augusto the clown has leaved, he flyied away, he is dead! His few friends and lots of creditors are crying his immature passing, happened when he was just 200 years old. You couldnt say he was handsome, you couldnt say he was intelligent, you couldnt say anything about him because at the smallest observation he answered spitting water on your face. In this occasion I should speak about his past to make a good memory of him but my dear friend its a wild-goose chase. How can I speak well about him? Is impossible to even find one episode in all his wild existence...(voice sound goes away) He has always been a good-for-nothing, lazy, drunkard, troublemaker, loafer, dishonest on affairs, treacherous on friendships, an harassment for his landlord and for the light tax collector. Lets all cry my brothers at the sad news that he is dead now instead of dying when the obstetrical said: «Its a boy!». In his long and miserable existence he has been dedicated to bucket of water on faces, broken egges on cranium, and brush soap stroke on faces. He played the trombone with his feet and he danced the tango with his ears. He make the children laugh and his sons cry. Me, myself in quality of white clown and his fierce enemy I tried in every way to give him a strict education, hittings his head with a stick, crashing on his feet, scruffing on the neck; but the Augusto clown, rebelling to any advice carried on his vile carrier of grotesque drunken, he carried on his undismayed struggling under a rain of rotten eggs, and splashes of dirty water until he died suffocated by an ostric egg that entered from his nose and has been blocked in the deep of the third carotid of the fourth pharynx on the left; provoching the block of the lung and the emission of the soul from the right ear. He is not anymore. Fortunately, I remain. Cry my brothers if you want, I have already cried to much when I had to suffer him on my side on the circus ring, be it so. »
Posted on: Wed, 10 Dec 2014 09:57:54 +0000
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