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How do you say his name again? It's like Gae-tan... - It's Gaetano Bresci. - That sounds interesting. Yeah, he, um, he co-founded this anarchist newspaper here in Paterson, but it was in Italian, um, called La Questione Sociale. - La Questione Sociale. - Yeah. He was born in Italy, but he lived here. He was a weaver, an anarchist weaver. This was in the 1890s. And at that time in Italy, people were starving. When they demonstrated, this Italian general had them fired upon with, like, muskets and cannons, which, of course, resulted in a bloody massacre with, like, a hundred people dead. Was Gaetano Bresci there? No, he was here in Paterson. But when he heard that the King of Italy, King Umberto the First, decorated this fucking general for bravely defending his royal house, Gaetano Bresci went over to Italy somehow and he shot Umberto the First four times with a revolver. Whoa. Did they kill Bresci? No, they captured him and they put him on trial with, like, a famous anarchist lawyer and everything. But since there was no capital punishment in Italy at that time, like 1900, I mean... nor is there now. You can't be a member of the European Union if you practise capital punishment, of course. - Yeah, not like here. - Yeah. Anyway, they sent Gaetano Bresci to, like, this prison island where they put all the other anarchists, and after, like, a year, he was found dead in his prison cell. Murdered? Well, yeah, most likely by the guards. But, there's a possibility that he committed suicide. Whoa, Gaetano Bresci.
Paterson
31.9s
"Water Falls", OK. OK. "Water Falls". "Water falls from the bright air. "It falls like hair, "falling across a young girl's shoulders. "Water falls, "making pools in the asphalt, "dirty mirrors with clouds and buildings inside. "It falls on the roof of my house. "It falls on my mother, and on my hair. "Most people call it rain."
Paterson
1m1s
Glow. When I wake up earlier than you, and you are turned to face me, face on the pillow and hair spread around, I take a chance and stare at you, amazed in love and afraid that you might open your eyes and have the daylights scared out of you. But maybe with the daylights gone, you'd see how much my chest and head implode for you, their voices trapped inside like unborn children fearing they will never see the light of day. The opening in the wall now dimly glows, it's rainy, blue and grey. I tie my shoes and go downstairs to put the coffee on.
Paterson
26.8s
You OK? Well, since you asked, no, not really. My mother-in-law is moving in. The cat got diagnosed with cat diabetes. And the medicine, you know, it's all so expensive. And now, my daughter started taking violin lessons and I'm losing my mind with the sound of that. What can I say, Paterson? - Oh, sorry. - Oh, just my burden, I guess. - My particular burden. - OK. I'll see you tomorrow.
Paterson