luludia

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Edit to the review: "trivialities." See the old version The Serpent Power - The Serpent Power - Recensione di luludia Versione 1
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Modification to the review: "Quisquilia". See the old version Puzzle - Mandrake Memorial - Recensione di luludia Versione 4
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I can't explain why it has almost been forgotten... anyway (aside from "gli zingari," one of the most beautiful Italian songs ever) I actually prefer this earlier phase of his...
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That thing that distorts songs really grabs me, but you’d need to know English well to appreciate it as it should be. It’s beautiful because it destroys the myth, even if it’s just to create another one. It gives the impression of a work as a monster that constantly recreates itself. It also suggests how, for us moderns, the word "end" is an impossible word...
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Beautiful page. Few things touch me like Van Gogh; his letters to Theo are one of the books of my life, and let’s not even talk about the works. This non-essay, I’ve spent my life not reading it. Something, besides my attempts, has always pushed me away. Perhaps the difference in language between the two: simple for Vincent, ultra-literary for Artaud. And by language, I mean the words themselves. Instead, I’m very fascinated by the idea of Mayakovsky arm in arm with Stavrogin or Kirillov or Dmitri Karamazov.
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the film is a little masterpiece and you, perhaps, could have said something more...
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double five...
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always very good pin...
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Augusto had a beautiful face... and when I was a kid (like really a kid) he seemed like a great man to me... as for the nomads, to be honest, I don’t know much about them... I remember that in the hit parade of sor Elio, you could hear this
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IT'S SUNDAY...

THE CHICKEN IS IN THE OVEN...

FRAGMENTS OF THE PAST BOUNCE MOCKINGLY
ON SEVENTIES COORDINATES...

ANGRY WAVES INSIDE EVER MORE NIHILISTIC MISTS...

A CONVULSIVE PERIHELION OF FEROCIOUS SOBS...

GLINTS OF SERENITY AMIDST THE TRENCHES OF MUDDY MOODS...

OPALESCENT SUNSETS, BARE SKIES... AND SINGLE NOTES TRANSFORMING INTO CHORDS OF LIGHT, THE SELF-DEVOURING SHADOWS OF EVENING...

SOMETIMES THEY RETURN...

I PREFER THE THIGH OF THE CHICKEN, BUT I DON'T DISDAIN THE WING...

AND FOR A SIDE DISH, FRIED ZUCCHINI...