Wednesday, December 31, 2008

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Be Here Now.







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It had already happened to fall for someone,
but never of being beheaded.

David Foster Wallace - Endless Jest

Sunday, December 14, 2008

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Kafka

Thank God we Have Kafka.

From "Conversations with Kafka" - Gustav Janouch

two weeks went by without there we saw. Then elencai the books that I devoured in the meantime.

Kafka smiled - From life you can check out many books with relative ease, but from the few little books, little life.

- So literature is a means of preserving bad , said.

He laughed and agreed.

good memories I have better flavor if served with sadness . So I am not sad, but eager to enjoy. [...] When I think of music, this love of my best friends do not understand anything, I take a bittersweet sadness. It 'just a breath of wind, a breath of death , but disappears immediately. Yet, as I understand siano infinitamente lontani persino gli uomini più vicini e allora il mio viso assume quell’espressione cattiva che lei mi deve perdonare.

- Non è arte quella verità che sta e resta al di fuori di noi: questa non ha e non può avere alcun valore come arte; questa non è e non può essere che cieca imitazione della natura , quindi semplice riproduzione materiale. La materia deve invece essere elaborata dal pensiero per salire a forma d’arte durevole.

Kafka handed me the book, looked at an instant in the air and said cheerfully: - The material must be processed by the thought. What do you mean? It means experience, nothing but experience and disposing of it. That counts.


Franz Kafka was the first man who has taken seriously my inner life, which I have spoken as we talk with an adult and so has strengthened the consciousness of myself . His concern for me was a precious gift and I will always realized. In fact, I talked to him even once.

- Ma io non le rubo il suo tempo ? Sono molto stupido. Lei mi dà tanto e io non le do niente.

A queste parole Kafka rimase imbarazzato.

- Un momento, un momento, disse per sviarmi, Lei è un ragazzo non un predone. Io le regalo volentieri il mio tempo che del resto non è neanche mio, ma dell’Istituto Assicurazioni. A questo lo rubiamo tutti e due. Non è una cosa meravigliosa? E lei non è affatto stupido. Dunque desista da codesti discorsi coi quali mi costringerebbe a confessare che la dedizione e la comprensione della sua giovinezza mi danno piacere.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

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We are The Puritans and We're Coming

http://www.vitaminic.it/2008/12/casador-the-puritans-ep-homesleep/



The True Story of Damocles - The Puritans Ep.
in the songs of mr Alessandro Raina, as Casador.

Damocles not Included, anyway.

In Streaming su vitaminic.it
Dal 15 Dicembre scaricabile da homesleep records.


Con tutta questa pubblicità, Alessandro, mi dovrai dare una percentuale.
(e mi accontento del 60%, ad ogni modo).

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

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J-P S.

"Tu sei andato per la tua strada" disse Brunet "sei figlio di borghesi, non potevi venire da noi così, hai dovuto liberarti. Ora sei libero. Ma a cosa serve la libertà, se non per impegnarsi? Hai impiegato 34 anni a ripulirti e il risultato è il vuoto . Sei uno strano tipo, sai" proseguì con un amichevole sorriso " Vivi in aria , hai spezzato quello che ti attaccava alla borghesia, non hai alcun legame con il proletariato, ondeggi(...) un assente. Non deve essere sempre piacevole "
(...)
"Hai rinunciato a tutto per essere libero. Fa' ancora un passo, rinuncia anche alla tua libertà: e tutto ti sarà made.


[...] "You know where I send? Before the Maginot line: it is certain death. "
" So what? "
" It is not the same thing, is the risk that one assumes. Now nothing can take away my life its meaning, nothing can prevent it from becoming a destiny ."[...]


[...] "I have nothing to defend. I can not boast of my life and u do not have money. My freedom? I weigh : are years that are free for nothing. Cracks by the desire to barter it for all time with a certainty . not claim to work for you, I digress, I need to forget a little. And then I think like you that has uoomo where it has not found something for which we accept death "

Jean-Paul Sartre.
The age of reason

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Eden Mor And Milena Velba

Tirez sur le pianiste


Each time you should give yourself a moment of beauty.
And then comes to the rescue Truffaut.



Speaking of beauty ...


We seek beauty everywhere.

time and is often the case,
useless (the one that pleases you)
useless (because it does not help us)

Marlene Kuntz

Milena Velba Siendo Penetrada

What's the Story?

Maybe I do not really Want to know How your garden grows

I just want to fly
Lately did you ever feel the pain
In the morning rain
As it soaks it to the bone

Maybe I just want to fly
I want to live I don't want to die
Maybe I just want to breath
Maybe I just don't believe
Maybe you're the same as me
We see things they'll never see
You and I are gonna live forever


24 Febbraio 2009.
Oasis, Mandela Forum.
Firenze.
Sìsìsìsìsìsìsìsìsìsìsìsìsìsìsìsìsìsì.
Oh, Yeah.

Monday, December 1, 2008

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Il Periodo Ipotetico

With amorfou.blogspot.com
Another post on this song, because if you love, you love fully.


If there was a place abandoned to itself .. it might take ..

If enough leave to pay a warm day that I seized

If there was a holy day on your face,
about the disappointment that I have given
If there was a port to which reserved on the turn
in the few days off will

But, yes passerà
questo pallore che ci rende così simili da perderci
Ma passerà, sì passerà

Se ci fosse un pianto da sacrificare sul mio viso,
sulla delusione che mi hai riservato
Se bastasse un cuore per ricominciare te lo donerei nei pochi giorni liberi

Ma passerà, sì passerà
questo pallore che ci rende così simili da perderci
Ma passerà, sì passerà
questo pallore che ci rende così simili da non distinguerci



's a song, a love letter and apology, the words that inspired a young woman wrote that her son did not have the will and the ability to give birth. We are in 1970. Italy is a country torn by subversive forces, a voltage close to the ideological madness, violence believed that soothed by the release and settling of accounts after the war. Adele and Paul have left less than a year. She is carrying a secret, an event that will find the courage to trust only twenty-five years later. Does not feel, and around him is shocked
a society without districts, without adequate institutions to accept such a private torment. A

words are all willing to take the field, in reality, the extremists on both sides face each other in rounds of closures and radical underground. Few voices shiny, and a girl is actually forced to risk their lives to not give birth to an orphan. I like to remember
Brunella Gasperini, a clear voice to that time when a tabloid News as 2000, said today that nient'altroche obscenities, she wrote, along with Camilla Cederna of hardships faced by young people, addressing issues with light distressing and irony, without banality.
Progressive Alliance, supported the campaigns of emancipation, divorce, abortion. He spoke to women by introducing the 'lexicon family' a new and strong word: independence. Mental, economic, social. Lontana dall'isteria e dalla bruttezza delle femministe radicali, la Gasperini parlava alle femmine e ai maschi cercando di riportare sulla terra i temi dell'intimità e rompere la paranoia dei conflitti generazionali.

Un tempo gli scrittori parlavano al popolo 'anche' dalle colonne dei taboid. Quante madri, quante mogli hanno trovato un millimetro di tregua dalle vessazioni domestiche di uomini/capra, quanti ragazzi hanno imparato che il sesso non era una cosa per porci leggendo la Cederna su Novella 2000 ? Non pochi. Ma ancor di piu' sono quelli che oggi,sulla stessa rivista, mangiano con gli occhi i perizomi delle veline che spuntano dai jeans o sognano le slinguate fashion al Billionaire. I giornali sono gli stessi ma oggi gli scrittori non write to us more '.

remember the words of Adele on her youth, conflict between ideals and reality in a world that "we had sex and fear." That fear is now dormant. Some time ago I had read an article that Pasolini published in Corriere della Sera in 1975, entitled "I regard abortion." The law on interruption of pregnancy was approved only three years later. "Then cursed Pier Paolo" I said, "because I did not understand how he could share the cause of those bad-fascists he so detested. But I was wrong. I did not understand what she feared that abortion would become simply a contraceptive like the others. On the Beach . I did not understand what actually was his terror of the trivialization sesso, la sua trasformazione in un ennesimo soggetto del consumismo sfrenato, in abitudine di massa, senza attenzioni reciproche, senza pienezza, senza amore".