Red Tenda of Bologna (John Berger) Blu-Chardin 
There is no doubt that John Berger
(The red canopy of Bologna, Adaba, 2011) falls into the danger very perceptively pointed out by Cees Nooteboom
brilliant article published yesterday in El Pais. The Dutch author launched into the air the question: "After losing interest in the Church, is disinterested society also for art?" John Berger has never lost his interest in art and so I care about the Church. In more ways than one, in our tradition are inseparable. In his latest book published in Spain speak any more and nothing less than martyrdom. Establishes a relationship between martyrdom and small pleasures of life, a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, for example. "The taste stays in the mouth almost an hour. It makes the brain company." The connection may seem strange but the Church from the beginning, established a relationship between martyrdom and Eucharist: no just because the Eucharist is Christ's death renewed bloodless, but because to be martyred, as such, must be the Christ really present (as in the consecrated host.) For Berger is a relationship between the small pleasure, a better intake of coffee in the world, and martyrdom. Have you seen the connection of what enters the mouth. And he knows that it is "different levels" (p. 93), and says so with his usual success. Extremes meet, and both (martyrdom, pleasure-seeking) are ways of dealing with the cruelty of life, can continue forward. According to this martyrdom is closer to the pleasure of ascetic renunciation. I think so too well. On the one hand it is true that the martyrdom need a special grace, without which pure heroism, when martyrdom, which does not exclude the heroism, is another matter. In addition, in life there bloodless martyrdom that extend and to which one submits in faith and with the assistance of grace. What reason would have to undergo a certain martyrdom when no one else besides the person knows that he is? The martyr can now be a silent witness. Berger does not speak of this because you do not like to enter the mystical (never could get rid of the empiricist tradition that precedes it). The reason, if any, must be found in the secret of the soul in prayer. We have no idea of \u200b\u200bwhat happens in a soul that prays. Ignore the ways in which you may end up passing. Only she knows. It's his secret. Thus ends the book talking about the secret Berger. The secret is hidden in the chambers behind the red awning windows in the city of Bologna. I'm impressed by the photo you have placed two candles in the window, as if to say something is happening here behind. And another unique form of secrecy, the phenomenon of "whispered cry." "If two people are placed each side by a pillar on opposite sides of the octagon, you can talk with each other softly and be heard clearly, but even if many people around, no one will hear what they say. It reverses the idea of \u200b\u200bsecrecy. Here to tell a secret you go, the words resonate in public, and only two people to hear. "In Pamplona there is a place where whispers scream. All very Bergman. I've ever done, but instead of an octagon is a square. What more fitting metaphor for prayer. Nobody heard anything, but two people who communicate and are in secret. Surrounded by people. And what a bloodless martyrdom metaphor. To tell you a secret you walk away. And the words resonate in public. When you go to Bologna (hopefully soon) and me a walk through the arcades and think about the greats who were the passengers who passed through there.
There is no doubt that John Berger (The red canopy of Bologna, Adaba, 2011) falls into the danger very perceptively pointed out by Cees Nooteboom brilliant article published yesterday in El Pais. The Dutch author launched into the air the question: "After losing interest in the Church, is disinterested society also for art?" John Berger has never lost his interest in art and so I care about the Church. In more ways than one, in our tradition are inseparable. In his latest book published in Spain speak any more and nothing less than martyrdom. Establishes a relationship between martyrdom and small pleasures of life, a cup of Blue Mountain coffee, for example. "The taste stays in the mouth almost an hour. It makes the brain company." The connection may seem strange but the Church from the beginning, established a relationship between martyrdom and Eucharist: no just because the Eucharist is Christ's death renewed bloodless, but because to be martyred, as such, must be the Christ really present (as in the consecrated host.) For Berger is a relationship between the small pleasure, a better intake of coffee in the world, and martyrdom. Have you seen the connection of what enters the mouth. And he knows that it is "different levels" (p. 93), and says so with his usual success. Extremes meet, and both (martyrdom, pleasure-seeking) are ways of dealing with the cruelty of life, can continue forward. According to this martyrdom is closer to the pleasure of ascetic renunciation. I think so too well. On the one hand it is true that the martyrdom need a special grace, without which pure heroism, when martyrdom, which does not exclude the heroism, is another matter. In addition, in life there bloodless martyrdom that extend and to which one submits in faith and with the assistance of grace. What reason would have to undergo a certain martyrdom when no one else besides the person knows that he is? The martyr can now be a silent witness. Berger does not speak of this because you do not like to enter the mystical (never could get rid of the empiricist tradition that precedes it). The reason, if any, must be found in the secret of the soul in prayer. We have no idea of \u200b\u200bwhat happens in a soul that prays. Ignore the ways in which you may end up passing. Only she knows. It's his secret. Thus ends the book talking about the secret Berger. The secret is hidden in the chambers behind the red awning windows in the city of Bologna. I'm impressed by the photo you have placed two candles in the window, as if to say something is happening here behind. And another unique form of secrecy, the phenomenon of "whispered cry." "If two people are placed each side by a pillar on opposite sides of the octagon, you can talk with each other softly and be heard clearly, but even if many people around, no one will hear what they say. It reverses the idea of \u200b\u200bsecrecy. Here to tell a secret you go, the words resonate in public, and only two people to hear. "In Pamplona there is a place where whispers scream. All very Bergman. I've ever done, but instead of an octagon is a square. What more fitting metaphor for prayer. Nobody heard anything, but two people who communicate and are in secret. Surrounded by people. And what a bloodless martyrdom metaphor. To tell you a secret you walk away. And the words resonate in public. When you go to Bologna (hopefully soon) and me a walk through the arcades and think about the greats who were the passengers who passed through there. 
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