CosmicJocker

I have always loved the life in Fellini's films (even those with more melancholic notes). The life that overflows from all sides..

Really excellent page..

Let me say that despite everything, I still feel so much envy (really, a lot!) for those who have the seaside right by their home…
Sure, I have the riverside, but… come the imminent summer, there will be mosquitoes so big that they pickpocket passersby…

Sometimes what we seek is right outside our front door...

You made me think of the movie "Polyester" in which:

"Before entering the theater, viewers were given a card called the 'Odorama Card' along with their admission ticket; this card had ten scratch-and-sniff patches, each emitting a different odor to be inhaled at specific moments in the film. Because of this, upon its release in U.S. theaters, the film was advertised as 'The first to engage the viewer's sense of smell with nauseating fragrances' (in Italy, the slogan was simply 'It's a stinky film!')"

Well, years ago a friend of mine went to retrieve these cards by ordering them from the production house, but, if I remember correctly, the result wasn't great (perhaps they had deteriorated?).

In reality, the name of the country is misleading: in Estonia, you can get it by the kilo...
(Okay okay, I'm going to retreat to my chambers...)

Precious page both for writing and for the EP in question that I’m really missing.. I’ll make up for it..
Anyway, I agree: the '90s without the "marciapiede" wouldn’t have known where to sit and roll the wrecks of rock..

Everything is very beautiful and interesting...

Oh my goodness CLAUDUS, aren't you exaggerating with the bragging? Up to now, you have shown that you know the names of certain artists and some of their works, not your greater understanding/empathy about their intentions (like before: I'm not saying it’s necessarily so, but I can only base myself on what you write).
Starting a discussion and then shying away from the debate seems very convenient to me.
Anyway, I reiterate the obvious: I don’t think I’m the ultimate expert on Laforgue (or any other author), I’m just a passionate enthusiast and the subtext of each of my little pages is more or less the following: "in my journey, I came across this artist and I saw this, did you know him? What do you think?"
It is also obvious that the space here is not suitable for a truly in-depth analysis of an author, but since I will hardly ever have the chance to curate the preface of a critical edition, why shouldn't I try to share my impressions (of course, with all the limits and idiosyncrasies of my cultural background, sensitivity, and expressive ability)?
In short, Debaser is not (or should not be) just a place to vent one’s ego, but a sharing of personal journeys. I am very pleased that raskolnikov1789 approached Lautréamont thanks to one of my little pages, and I wonder what sense it would make if, in a review of an album written by others, I said: "meh, not bad. Surely Bertoncelli would have been much more insightful."
Things we take for granted are not for others (and vice versa, obviously), and this is because each of us is different and takes different paths.
The internet (like many other tools, after all) can be useful in this sense: creating "bridging heads" that allow others to land on the planet of an author, from which they will then form their own ideas.
The world may have worsened in these years, but isn’t it because people, in general, are becoming more and more reluctant to put themselves in someone else's shoes?

I have always preferred her cousin: the acrobatic, irrational, and nihilistic Lady Dada.

I must admit that I've never been such a fan of an artist to feel pain in tearing down their work (I'm a fan of certain albums, books, and films, but I wouldn't define myself as a fan of a particular writer, musician, or director)... So I think I can't really understand your pain fully.
What is certain is that the art of criticism with arguments is a difficult one. You've managed to do it.