The first year of Manfredi treatment and the F2 variant

The increasingly widespread insensitivity to the original ways and flavors of metropolitan culture seems to be provoking a kind of returning aesthetic illiteracy that contaminates institutional decisions which may be superfluous, yet are charged with symbolic value. The appointment of a pop songwriter of controversial talent as world ambassador of Neapolitan music is bringing the diffusion indicators of the F2 variant beyond the alarm threshold. ICU stuff. The Apple Academy is celebrated with a great demonstration and an as yet unidentified vector leads the unsuspecting Cupertino megamanager into the Jago den, causing a change in communication temperature that has jeopardized the reputation of the city, again devoid of antibodies in the confrontations with the artistic misunderstanding. Fortunately, there was no dreaded media cluster and everything was resolved in the tweet with which Cook, who fooled himself, became immunized by declaring his interest in an artist capable of looking at the great models of the past using modern technologies.

As if to say, I do not let myself be infected by the story of the sculptor who is chiselling it with ancient wisdom; because perhaps – we add – certain works should be judged for the forms they create and not for the ill-concealed cunning of presenting themselves as artifacts of esoteric expertise. Meanwhile, while Manfredi prepares to officiate the collective therapy of honorary citizenship to the football darling who went off to do Turkish things, the Napoli team started doing crazy things in the league and in Europe.

The old typhus syndrome intercepted by the rhetorical buffer of Palazzo San Giacomo has already got out of control, leaving Belgium for Georgia and Korea. It is hoped that in the medium to long time we will be able to adapt to the new city Covid, weakened by academic chatter, like a cheap flu with acute and short fever symptoms. Like the announcement with great fanfare by the consultant on duty of a foundation that will govern all the municipal artistic activities, when no one is able to say with what resources and with what professionalism. Or a city, perhaps a condominium or a music apartment, without someone competent explaining how, where and when.

There is a patrol of the mayor’s plenipotentiaries around Naples to shoot big ones to give some sense, at least imaginary, to the Manfredian promise of a European city. Good people. I am neither the disease nor the cure. On the other hand, for the problem of the F2 variant, the Neapolitan families have equipped themselves without waiting for advice from above. For some time our boys have been going to study in other universities, the luckiest abroad. The new generations, raised in quarantine by Frederick II, will be immune from the local influence. Maybe one day they will come back and form a new healthy, truly European ruling class.