There are cultural experiences that
cannot be measured by the standards of
immediacy. They do not coincide with the
success of a single evening, with the
echo of a favorable review, or with the
attendance of a particularly successful
edition. Their strength lies elsewhere:
in continuity, in duration, in the
ability to slowly sediment within the
fabric of a community until they become
habit, shared memory, a form of
recognition.
Culture, when it truly is culture, does
not live on isolated events but on
returns. It comes back every year, every
season, every cycle, and precisely
through this return it builds meaning.
It does not astonish: it educates. It
does not dazzle: it accompanies. It is a
silent labor, often scarcely visible,
that requires time, patience, listening.
And above all, it requires that time not
be broken.
For this reason, continuity is a
cultural value in itself. It is not an
administrative matter, nor merely an
organizational issue. It is a symbolic
dimension: that which allows an
experience not merely to have
“happened,” but to have left a trace.
When a cultural event spans decades, it
does not simply accumulate editions; it
builds a genealogy. It creates a
language, an audience, a shared
competence. It becomes, often without
declaring itself as such, an informal
institution.
In music this is particularly evident.
Listening cannot be improvised.
Familiarity with a repertoire—especially
one that is less frequented or less
immediately accessible—arises from
repeated exposure, from recurrent
encounters, from the trust that is
established between those who propose
and those who listen. A festival that
endures over time does not offer
concerts alone: it educates listening,
shapes ears, creates expectations of
quality. It teaches, discreetly, that
music is not consumption but
relationship.
It is in this sense that duration
becomes a criterion of value. Not
because time alone guarantees quality,
but because without time quality has no
way to consolidate. Every abrupt
interruption, every unprocessed break,
produces a loss that goes beyond the
calendar: it interrupts a narrative,
breaks a line of continuity, disperses
an immaterial capital that is not easily
rebuilt.
Starting from this general
consideration, thought naturally turns
to concrete experiences that have
embodied, over the years, this idea of
duration. The
Festival
Duni di Matera is
one of these. Born at the end of the
1990s, it has crossed more than a
quarter of a century of Italian and
European musical history, building a
recognizable identity within the
panorama of early music. Not as an
occasional showcase, but as a coherent
project, capable of holding together
research, interpretation, and territory.
Its strength has never been loudly
proclaimed exceptionality, but
constancy. Thoughtful programming,
dialogue with performers, attention to
historical and musicological context, a
stable relationship with its audience.
Over time, all this has generated
something that goes beyond the sum of
individual editions: a shared musical
memory, a habit of conscious listening,
an idea of the festival as a place of
depth rather than mere cultural
consumption.
For this very reason, the idea that such
an experience might become
fragile—independently of the causes,
which are not the subject here—raises a
question that concerns everyone. Not so
much the fate of a single event, but the
way in which a community recognizes and
safeguards what has required time to be
born. The fragility of continuity is
always a sign: it indicates that
something, in the relationship between
culture and duration, has cracked.
When a festival spanning decades enters
a phase of uncertainty, it is not merely
a problem of future scheduling. It is a
question about past and present: about
what has been built, about what risks
being dispersed, about what remains when
time is no longer guaranteed. Because
what is truly lost, in such cases, is
not a missed event, but an interrupted
relationship.
Intermittent culture—made of appearances
and disappearances, of projects that
arise and quickly exhaust themselves—may
perhaps respond to logics of visibility,
but it rarely builds depth. On the
contrary, experiences that endure
require a less spectacular and more
demanding commitment: they require trust
in time, in repetition, in slow growth.
They are less noisy, but more incisive.
Defending cultural continuity does not
mean opposing change, nor crystallizing
the past. It means recognizing that
certain forms of value need stability in
order to evolve. It means accepting that
not everything that matters can be
evaluated immediately. It means,
ultimately, choosing to safeguard what
cannot be recreated from scratch.
In this sense, reflecting today on the
value of continuity is not a nostalgic
exercise, but an act of cultural
responsibility. It is a way of
remembering that culture does not live
on impulses alone, but on duration; not
on ideas alone, but on the time granted
to ideas to become experience. And that
what remains, when a cultural experience
endures over time, is far more than
might appear at first glance: it is a
form of shared meaning, slowly
constructed, that deserves not to be
interrupted without awareness.