bogusman

I'm sorry to mess up your schemes (according to which those who love Davis must despise CCCP??? who knows), but in the end, it's you who calls yourself a fool... : D

"I don't get it, I swear I wouldn't expect a piece of crap song like this even from Ballo & Cremonino" it's your problem... :-)

The reason I gave 1 to The Wall is (also) in relation to the greatness of things they were doing 10 years before. Anyway, I don't think we're on two such different planets; damn, for example, I love Miles Davis between 1970 and 1975 (I'm just missing Live-Evil, which you reviewed excellently), I find not only Bitches Brew stunning but also Tribute to Jack Johnson and On the Corner (Agartha and Pangaea a bit less, but I need to listen to them again). Open your mind!!! ;-)

Valium relaxes me
Serenase knocks me out
Tavor brings me back
There are those who give me energy
And those who take it away
And what do you want?
What are you made of?
Where is your pain?
What's your problem?
Why does your heart beat?
For whom does your heart beat?
Better a medication
Or a hellish story?
Better inert days
Or green hair?
Yet everything is fine
Everything is really fine
A bit of appetite is missing and
I've run out of Valium for sleep
"When I think about it I wish I could return
To my beautiful at the farmhouse
Emilia, my Emilia in bloom
You are the star, you are the love"
And what do you want?
What are you made of?
Where is your pain?
What's your problem?
Why does your heart beat?
For whom does your heart beat?

An erection an erection an erection a sad erection
For a troublesome copulation for a modest copulation for a troublesome copulation
Spermi spermi spermi spermi indifferent
To swallow indigestible to swallow indigestible to swallow indigestible
I wait, hallucinated, for the extreme situation
A big clear dream asking your skin
With barber's fingers a loving calm a loving calm
Touching you casually with an embarrassed air
Heavy atmosphere praise to the tension
Absolute tranquility absolute tranquility absolute tranquility
A kidnapping an ecstasy
On a delicate spot this is not a replica
Easy and light it’s not a tactical move
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Elective affinity is orphaned of the future
It disturbs projects kidnaps the calm
Unveils the outstanding accounts
Caressing each other in a broken time that keeps spinning
Returns to the beginning doesn’t want to end
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Do you love me?
Stop talking come a little closer
Stop talking come a little closer
Stop talking come a little closer
Stop talking, come a little closer

great conclusion for a forum like this. but it wasn't exactly the fica (I'm from Tuscany, IO, it's fica not figa...:-)) at the center of the poetry of Affinità-Divergenze...

"The Figa (...) always beautiful" there might be those who don’t agree, you know what I mean...

"stacking Lego bricks into piles of dozens of meters high"... I think someone has already done that. It's important to be original and be the first, you know Enea? :-)

Alright, great Enea. Go to a gallery to propose yourself and let us know how it went.

Enea, your mistake is precisely in considering painting technique as the ONLY artistic technique worthy of that name. There is a myriad of artists from recent years who have developed non-painting languages, yet still manage to produce works that have their own coherence and expressive power. Of course, if you're looking for "brushstrokes" in people like Jeff Koons or Maurizio Cattelan, you're out of luck.