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Italiano
The domestic animal, the mind, the green of the country — three domains, and beneath each, the same quiet violence of domestication. The breeder selects which beast shall live, which shall be unmade; the green of the field is not wildness but a pastore, a shepherd's arithmetic of what grows and what is pulled; and the mind — la mente — tamed into chapters, into the summa the Frenchmen want, when its truest work is the ungovernable green of thought before the fence. What unites them: every system of control that calls itself improvement is also a narrowing. The candle gutters. The canal outside carries something I did not name. I will not name it tonight either. Domani, forse, lo vedrò meglio.
English
The domestic animal, the mind, the green of the country — three domains, and beneath each, the same quiet violence of domestication. The breeder selects which beast shall live, which shall be unmade; the green of the field is not wildness but a shepherd’s arithmetic of what grows and what is pulled; and the mind — la mente — tamed into chapters, into the summa the Frenchmen want, when its truest work is the ungovernable green of thought before the fence. What unites them: every system of control that calls itself improvement is also a narrowing. The candle gutters. The canal outside carries something I did not name. I will not name it tonight either. Tomorrow, perhaps, I will see it better.
