Examples of some tests of texts, narrating ‘the attack’ from all actant’s perspectives:
THE FIRST TIME
It was a sunny and busy morning of July. I was nervous waiting for Franca Falletti and, as usual, I was stressing out myself. … I was regretting for not having checked out earlier further information about her career – as if I would have had that much time!
It was actually good to be in Italy for the project and the Research Pavilion in Venice. I felt that it gave me credibility in order to start a project in anew country where no one knew my work.
After a short while, which felt very long, and a couple of SMS, I saw her arriving. She was dressed in casual and fresh clothes. That, and the fact that she was late, made me feel good. I got the impression that she was an approachable person, and yes indeed, she was .
After a short introduction, we decided to go into a bookshop for a coffee. There Franca asked me about my interest on the attack. I tried to explain her in my poor and mistaken Italian my general interests, two of my previous works, and the reasons for my new project. I wondered about what she understood and I was surprised about her patience for following up what I was saying.
It seems that she did get something, as we went inside the Galleria dell’Academia after that bad coffee in the touristic bookshop. I still like how we entered the gallery, sneaking in through the exit door. Franca talked briefly to a female guard to later call the secretary. After briefly explaining to Francesca the motives of our visit, we went towards the rooms. I was still quite nervous and I got very excited.
I was surprised by the fact that no memories came back about that first visit during the high school trip in 1996. I remembered much more The Uffizzi galleries. Did we visit the David at all?
One way or another, there it (he) was, surrounded by a hundred of tourists that seemed more worried about a selfie than the masterpiece itself. I thought it was a miserable scene. That was one of the first aspects that Franca pointed out.
We observed the sculpture and the whole seen for a while. Then I thought it was the moment to start making questions. I had many: Where you at the Galleria when the attack happened? How where you informed about it? Can you recall the guard that was in the room that day? What happened immediately after Piero Canatta dealt the hammer blow? What materials where detached from the sculpture? How where the pieces collected? Was there any dust in the room?
After I pronounced the first one, I was shocked by the fact that she –as the former director of the Galleria dell’Accademia– could not describe the details of that 14th of September 1991. She mentioned that was at her office when the martellata happened, but couldn’t recall the guard or how the restorers did their primary job.
I could imagine that, in her position, she could not mind about some specific aspects. Probably there were different urgent questions to take care of; all at once. Like calling the police and then immediately contacting the restorers from the Opificio delle Pietre Dure e Laboratori de Restauro.
… But was she keeping some meaningful information as we just met? Furthermore, why did she referred to the attack as “the accident”?
I thought that in the future I would find out about the particularities. That was only a previous meeting, and it was just getting interesting!
FLORENCE POLICE STATION
Object:
Report of seizure of: n. 1 hammer of gr. 200 with wooden handle
charged to: CANNATA Piero, born in Bompietro on 14.12.1947 and residing in Prato
SCIENTIFIC POLICE CABINET
Section inspections
nr. Q2 / 0026472 of prot.
In the year 1991, on the 14th of September, from 12.30pm to 2.00 pm in Florence, we scientific agents scriptwriters Froncia Antonello and Bandinelli Stefano, technical operators involved at the Regional Scientific Police, at the Police Station of Florence, at the request of the UCT, we went to the Galleria dell’Accademia, in the via Ricasoli n.60, to execute the technical aspects related to the apprehension of Cannata Piero.
On the statue there is a fracture of an anterior portion, of the third phalanx of the second finger, of the left foot. This rupture has left exposed a surface of white marble, of a circular form.
INTO SUGAR WE COULD HAVE TURNED
Shocking it was
Very bright, blinding light around
Our orientations we lost
Being shot, by an acushioned bang
Spining, autorotating we were
Sick, lonely, missing something.
What was that coldness?
Oh, that strong light!
The speed calmed
Smoother the spiral movement turned
Oh, our burning eyes!
A new strange feeling.
What was that?
We could not describe
Now, 28 years after, we understand.
This, a long time for us is not.
The acushioned bang, echoing, hollow
When Michelangelo sculpted,
Vibrant, crystallized the sounds were
What was that?
Conversations from scientists we heard.
When to talk to Director Falletti they came
Into sugar we could have turned
Marmo zuccerino, they said.
Weathering had made this thing
For 300 years the sculpture was rained
Taròli, problematic they seemed to be
These are the small holes the sculpture has
The tickling feeling we liked
The water running down
Oh our minerals, so refreshed they were!
Now, part of the thin air we are
And now, so small, we caress the space
WE HAVE A LONG HISTORY, BUT ARE CONTEMPORARY
Not being affected by the gravity is fucking hard. Most of the humans dream of being light, able to float and move as if nothing, with the least effortless gesture. But no, they do not really know what they mean.
When something or someone moves near you, you wanted or not, are dragged by the air that this something or someone has displaced. Sometimes it’s a simple swing, like a light breeze, but there are moments that it’s a real hurricane, with gales that come and go in different directions. This is exactly what happens on the busiest days, such as the last Sundays of each month – so, today.
In just 15 minutes, from 4:53 pm to 5:08 pm; I went from Sala degli Orcagna to the hall of the13th and 14th century painters, from the 13th and 14th century painters’ hall, to the bookstore, from the bookstore to the corridor, from the corridor to the galleria dei Prigoni, from the galleria dei Prigoni to the sala del Colosso, from the sala del Colosso back t to the the shop, from the shop (and without going through the corridor) again to the galleria dei Prigoni and from galleria dei Prigoni to the Tribuna di David. It seemed that I was going out of from the Tribuna di via the galleria dei Prigoni, but I was returned there. Now I have circled the famous sculpture eleven times; in different directions! I am tired of this!
Why would that damn baker’s apprentice come to visit here three months ago? At least it could have been on a windy day and he would not have dragged me to this madhouse. If at least one swallow would had gobbled me in its search for aerial insects! But no, here I am among these marble micro-particles who consider themselves exceptional. How much I miss my warm and friendly companions! Yes, filled with gluten, but always laughing! Instead, those are cold and arrogant, and what is even worse, antiquated… Who can understand the 15th century talking?
We, the micro-particles of spelt, also have a long history, but are contemporary!
I was harvested last year at the Alta Valle del Serchio in Garfagnana; not as those old ladies. Of course, they themselves knew, but humans could not trace in any document or certificate from which quarry of Carrara the marble block was extracted . A schizophrenic man had to come to break a toe of the sculpture so that scientists could make those petrographic and crystallographic analyses to figure it out.


