pasolini in the desert1

An earlier version of this essay was presented as a lecture at the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis on 15 November 2001. I wrote this essay, above all, for Kiarina Kordela, Thomas Pepper, and the students of my seminar on Spinoza – all of whom, in different ways, have forced me to reconsider the power of the unconscious. I dedicate this essay to them with gratitude and affection.

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Cesare Casarino Department of Cultural Studies and Comparative Literature University of Minnesota, College of Liberal Arts 350 Folwell Hall, 9 Pleasant Street S.E. Minneapolis MN 55455‐0195 USA E‐mail: [email protected]

An earlier version of this essay was presented as a lecture at the Walker Art Center in Minneapolis on 15 November 2001. I wrote this essay, above all, for Kiarina Kordela, Thomas Pepper, and the students of my seminar on Spinoza – all of whom, in different ways, have forced me to reconsider the power of the unconscious. I dedicate this essay to them with gratitude and affection.

Giacomo Leopardi, “La ginestra; o il fiore del deserto” in Canti (Milan: Garzanti, 1975) 309; my trans.

Jean Genet, Prisoner of Love, trans. Barbara Bray (London: Picador, 1989) vi; trans. modified.

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Cesare Casarino Department of Cultural Studies and Comparative Literature University of Minnesota, College of Liberal Arts 350 Folwell Hall, 9 Pleasant Street S.E. Minneapolis MN 55455‐0195 USA E‐mail: [email protected]