La tragedia è finita, Platonov

How can a work of art influence a life?

Platonov, as a dramaturgical text, has only been a reading for me, never thought to be staged, it has been a real encounter.

Over the years I have continued to think about his main character, his frailties, the charm of him who is a chasm and the other figures that revolve around him. Figures that, in some way, have become part of my imagination. The comparison with Platonov’s human typology was a dialogue with a real organic matter.

In short, a reading has influenced a life, mine.

I found refuge in Platonov’s inaction, in his paralysis between attraction and repulsion, between fear and excitement, in his inaction and in withdrawing from him. In not choosing between the four women who are offered to him, as if each could give a solution to his existence. He doesn’t choose because, in the end, he can’t. How can you only choose one option?

A non-fluid definition of identity?

And how can the liberated Chaos be stemmed if this can lead, as happens to Platonov, to self-destruction?

Everything is confused, confused, perhaps it is better to observe Platonov with indulgence, because in his outbursts, in his miseries, in his fears and in his inconsolable pains, we find ours.

Liv Ferracchiati