So that I tought to realize a movie, but I really didn't immagine that I had to suffer for three years before to start working.
Di Bona has chosen face of Gianmaria Volontè to illustrate, with drawings of extraordinary beauty, the life of philosopher.
Gianmaria, I'm sure of this, would be proud of it.
I remember with so much entusiasm and passion this unsuperable actor has put himself totally in that difficult role. It was a so deep emotion to see him, bent and suffering into the domenican habit, in front of purpled judges.
The author of book says that after drawn a serie of faces and profiles, has sketched the face of Gianmaria and, immediately, "character has taken body, has moved by himself with a power so impressive". That's true!
This power come out from illustrations of book.
Thank you Di Bona for this work wanted with brunian tenacity.
from chapter.I
When I've decided, five years ago, to write, or better, to draw, a book on Giordano Bruno, I neither was touched by doubt that then, instead to tale with pictures the thought and the adventurous life of the Nolan, I would have found myself against my will, to must tale my misadventures
In giving birt and nourishing that project.
To be sincere, a sort of signal from uncosciousness, arrived in the darkness of dreams and those timeless dimensions, in which sometimes, we all find aourselves without know how we've arrived...
But I took a look and went on ignoring it...
If I throw now a fast sight at works of Ours, at all biographical stuff I've taken everywhere and at mountain of drawings and sketches accumulated in any corner of my room, I neither know if the book I had (I still have) in my head, will have anymore chance to see the light and complete, so that you can leaf through it one day...
Or throw at fire like practicant inquisitors.
The reasons of this stop or changement of way and intentions, as you prefer, are many, some of them I neither want to describe on these pages.
The only thinking back make me nervous...
I prefer resume the state of mind that belong to this decision, quoting the words that just Giordano Bruno, the one on screen, pronounce at cardinals, whom wait in vain for his final abjuration:
When I've said that my philosophy is the free searching and not the dogma,
it wasn't a mistake.
I was wrong, when I've believed to reform
the condition of man with the help of this or that Prince
I've seen all attempts I did:
Henry III of France, blood!
Elisabeth of England, blood!
Rodolfo of Agsburgh, blood!
And even the Monarch, who declares to sit higher than everybody,
but that I don't see this evening in this room, blood!
What mortification!
Ask to whom has the power, to reform the power!?
What ingenuousness!
You wanted my confession and now you get it.
It's the confession of a defeat.*
Mine is a defeat too, not heroic and fruitful like the one of Bruno, you see, a surrender anyway, that now make me put down the fragile weapons dirty of ink, but that, just for who writes has value of exemplorum vis.
I admitt it, I've understimated the "censorship" action, that must be "evoluted" so much in time, to be become so invisible like the object on which it rests its silent hand of black velvet.
Just now It appear me clear like this system has built mechanisms, that stave in and grind anyone who throw the sight beyond the line of allowed, till to annihilate gesture and intentions.
Not needed anymore external interventions, coercive or bloody like four centuries ago.
Everything happens for self-determination, for inertia, for quiet living, would say more than one.
It seems to have releated myself with something to not touchable, that like it happens in those machines made in Japan, when there's something doesn't work, they activate some devices to solve the problem and re-establish the normal function of internal system in a flash, not permitting to understand from outside what's really happened.
[Maurizio Di Bona]
* from the original screenplay of Giordano Bruno by Giuliano Montaldo (1973)
Mine is a defeat too, not heroic and fruitful like the one of Bruno, you see, a surrender anyway, that now make me put down the fragile weapons dirty of ink, but that, just for who writes has value of exemplorum vis.