Eneathedevil

I’ll raise your grade too, I don’t have short arms. Come on. Come back. I know you’re spying on me and reading, click and send me a message. COME BACK.

I listened to it, it’s not that big of a tragedy, after all your review wasn’t that malevolent towards Wilma, except for the rating (which is even harder to justify). Silver Lining is really a drag. But you’re not coming here anymore? Why? What did we do to you? Come on, come back. It was nice discussing things with you: you did say a lot of nonsense, but the topics were always quite substantial. So come back, will you?

Ah, there you are, rascal! This is a personal gift; you better not talk about the debaser conspiracy afterwards, huh! I mean, what on earth were you thinking? Here you are without excuses. A dull description of nothing, often vague: far from avant-garde. Aside from the utterly nonsensical preamble, what kind of banalities are you falling into? Be a Picasso, talk about an innovative artistic language after demonstrating your understanding of art. Instead, you show nothing here; you're vague (the work isn't unfinished; it's complete, but with an ending that certainly wasn't in Puccini's mind, who couldn't finish it himself) and you cite the most acclaimed fragment of the most celebrated aria of all time (and you gloss over the most elaborate part of it, mind you). Be a Picasso, talk to me about "Tu che di gel sei cinta," about "In Questa Reggia," about "Olà Pang Olà Pong," not about "Nessun Dorma" (which, by the way, you don't even mention). A disaster. The only thing you get right is the edition with Callas and Serafin's conducting. Woe to you if you talk to me about avant-garde and criticize my little homework. Let's conduct nuclear experiments with the critically acclaimed records, not with the immortal works that deserve greater attention from an audience that is ignorant of many things. Next time, I won't let you off easy. Rogue.

DEGREGORIUS, MY FRIEND! I believe there is a deep and intense connection between you and me; I can feel it in your words full of sweetness! However, it’s not clear to me why my name is considered foul: I find it fascinating! Please, do not ignore me, read me again or I will die of loneliness!

Vic, are you monologuing? Alright, fine, you're still a rascal. You tell me I do my homework, and then systematically, when I excel in the way you'd like, you give me a 1 and call me arrogant (see Schulze, and especially the Pan Sonic)... you're inconsistent. You've always campaigned against the arrogant à la Francis, and now you promote your reviews absolutely while self-praising? Oh no, no. Anyway, I'll leave you be because I have a ton of stuff to study. Be good and don't get into your usual troubles.

...I agree! And I add: the depersonalized author, yet at the same time a deus ex machina because they create and shape the meaning they want to give to their creations! Well, you write and you comment on yourself, so you definitely have an I and it’s pretty strong! And this is a conflict to resolve. If you were less self-explanatory, I would totally agree with you: presented this way, it seems all too contrived. Well, let’s leave these pearls to the pigs and reconnect at the next avant-garde art fest! Bye, gorgeous!

I’ll reserve a copy!

Not that I doubt it, but I wonder if I am. Anyway, I’m still waiting for a response regarding the wig.

However, the reasoning is absolutely flawless! The photo with the sparrows does not imply their use! Now, since for once I would like to stimulate a serious and balanced debate, I wonder if those are two sparrows.

schulZe, not schulTze! You filled my review of Schulze with accusations of egomania and slapped me with two thousand 1-star ratings! And then you write schultze! Anyway, let’s talk about serious things and stimulate the debate: what was the motivation that drove you to take such a provocative action? Dissent? The imaginative power of words? The firm belief that English and Italian cannot celebrate the liturgy of cohesion between Indo-European and classical languages? Or, like a new Manzoni, do you present us with your most sacred excretions? Art and its mysteries.