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[ The narrative of the dream is one of the most risky in absolute . The process of building a mosaic that I would humbly propose-little, I must admit, however, is in the following lines need of condensation and expansion of contemporary materials, which diversity is impossible for me to cut a different path allegorical. This study, this combination of images, quotes, experiments and rational mimetic, attaches and collages will not, for now, or may represent more than the participation of close reading might suggest. The suspicion that it is always word "political" and "satirical" rather than "poetic" but is implied. I try to start here, with his back to writing. Being a blog, I apologize in advance for the effort due to the length of the text. The following is only the first room, I felt not divided. ]

[Il sogno è nero come la morte]

La prima stanza è un fuso di passioni avvinghiate. All'uscita si intravede per prima l'immagine della mia fuga. Sono su un motoscafo con mio padre, il vento è forte, ma parliamo come se fossimo immersi in un silenzio primordiale. Lui è rilassato e sembro esserlo anch'io, mentre il motoscafo spinge se stesso alla velocità della luce. Dietro di noi, bombe di profondità esplodono senza suono.

Tuono.

[Scald supreme truth as/ It touches this house]

I rumori arrivano -eccoli, infatti, li penso comme avvertibili- a guisa of crash / become vivid (see above) / take color. By synaesthesia check the figure of a woman. My father and I say to repair under the blanket.
We are obviously concerned about her. We love it, there is no doubt.

[Angelus - is the messenger of the old engravings]

I see the love in the form of a second sun and speculate over the first, inscribed in a prism. In the next frame assembly is broken by a leap sbiecante, which bears the image of the beach.
It is making a ritual. Lying on the sand, the Asian figures give a good death.

"Incoming"
(Someone calls me from out of the dream and says " A guerrilla nicknamed "Woland", but was captured and tortured by the Swiss guards in a multiplex paying public. "The answer is that even then historians will always been divided, because the only possible future is the earlier. Someone then I will consider that to be let out a fart)

Something in the air announces the oil spill. Run away. I wonder where my father's face. His face.
bombs approach.

[On Hitler I do not think of anything]

The Fourth Night Of Walpurgis disturbs the Grand Ball. It 's time is now.

/ / There is a remnant
A warp
New measures restrictive colors
And the bars are groaning of human content
stretched drum skin vibrate \\ \\
come girls do not say "We are the screams" and then:

Please,
Go away, Go away
, Do not come here

not approach

The sign says "Death, but quietly"

(rule the country, has found its way in his studies, but now even-better-rule the country, will rule the country, the rule , the town is excited, he also had his black, his beautiful black, white and now rule the country, the rule)

[Everybody Has Chosen to Help / The shovels That bury me]

On the beach, the tallest man of all is many meters high.
But you see the children better.
Invite to withdraw cash to spend in a fresh name in tribute


are in the midst of the sea, we are in the midst of the sea. Fragments of mosaic

preparing the recognitions of the devil. A character, the protagonist of the play of emptiness: his entire body is covered with sores of a smile, behind a row of listless
naked prey. It sports a

[Necklace of follicles / With Sabertooth Monocles]

Everything has become dangerous,
Monstrum
Agnus
Here fers of sins
Pro domo et mundo no mundo

never will rest in peace.

I come off the jaw. The Palace in hand.
came the tears, but no tears. E 'dense, honey maple, hard, and I know for sure, with sharp certainty, that this is the wax of Ulysses.

As long as the sea is not above us closed again
As long as the sea is not above us closed again.

[Where the holiest of waters / Would have you to drown]

repeat the curses contained in the sacred text, (Aleph, Beth, Ghimel)

[Amputechture Came / Philistine praise / Bottomless pit / Of empty names / Incarcerated habits / pour from the palms / Severing the breast / All the Young Nursing]

Sviscero la virgola affinché sanguini giù.
Non ho forza nei muscoli, il solito urlare non riesce. Non riesce mai prima del risveglio.
Torco il Bisturi nel Verbo.

[Please dismantle/ All these phantom limbs/ It's the evidence/ Of humans as ornaments/ Humans as ornaments/ Humans as ornaments]

Padre. Madre.
Il nome si vendica della lingua.
La vostra vecchia creatura è squarciata.

Tutto è diventato pericolo,
Monstrum
Agnus dei
Qui fers peccata mundo
Pro domo et mundo
Non riposerò in pace
Mai più.

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A FILIPPOFACCI eagerly

Filippo Facci mentre è intento a essere molto bello

Filippo , tu lo sai che " scrivo quest'articolo malvolentieri ", ma sento di doverti dire che " hai perso un'occasione storica ". Anzi, ne hai perse molteplici.

La prima, direi, è quella di risparmiarti l'utilizzo di una serie di deteriori calembour e "small ponds" da retrobottega redazionale, quell'alveo liberal in cui lasci le tue argomentazioni dimenarsi criptoisteriche in punta di cravatta. Andando con ordine, dovrei parlare di quelli che definisci " indignati speciali ", i quali -difendibili o meno- non possono certo have committed sins so serious as to be yoked to such a dull and sad figure of speech, which read almost alone-in your-self-satisfied lines seems to want to soar like a teenager in his first erection intellectual ("What about a limerick" nex time?). But soprassiederò in tribute to you, it appears that omitted teacher.

The second step moves from a fold of the neck, the one demon in the form of drawing-room when the conversation becomes sexual, " Think what you could do, Michael (" Michael, Oh Michael ... Why art thou thyself? "the river Avon is grateful to you, Oh Philip NDW) : to give a lesson to all, pack a Annozero ineccepibile che facesse comprendere che l’informazione non è rinunciabile, si può e si deve fare sempre, avresti potuto fare una ricca e preziosa trasmissione di servizio ".
E' così dolce pensarti entusiasta nel pieno raggiungimento delle tue facoltà critiche, quando fingi -costituzionalmente- di derivare il tuo biasimo da un'osservazione tanto tangibile da dover apparire inequivocabile, mentre nascondi dietro la schiena un sassolino che puzza da migliaia di miglia del compiacimento di chi sa benissimo che sì, aveva sfoggiato già da tempo il suo più elegante pregiudizio, e alla Grande Cena Liberale Per Le Vittime Della Lingua Italiana aveva riscosso tante genuine labbra increspate. Oh, non get me wrong, I beg you. Not that your "analysis" can not find love in the bank that seeks to stealthily: he finds it to him precisely because it seeks to stealthily, and also because the torn erectile tissue of your prose is the best dance partner (sorry, I did not mean "buddy" and give his side with one of your sharp indictments) of a climate of cultural reception which is sufficient for an Italian well-spelled and the heartfelt imitation of an idea to set aside any opinion in favor of a warm shake heads .

The third, I must admit, brilliant, lives of "proportion the language and this extraordinary, overwhelming truth:" Do you have a fact a market choice. "casserole dish. To quote someone in your early citerai pamfletiño ," surprise me by surprise. "Santoro What choices did the market no one could ever think of without trembling with anger. You're wrong, so You're hurting the heart of Teresa De Sio, Philip. For, obviously, only a few brain aqueous eternally wandering in stunned fascination for the tarantula might find an argument worthy of contempt-this-in your output. What is it that: a way out. Out from any decency they deserve public. Santoro was the left-left in the balls when you were twenty, and you know why (of course I know, naughty)? Why was perceived as a televisionaro "fascinated audience, popularity, and then-shame, Oh! Pandora-market. But that your readers obviously do not know, or rather, they stop knowing it at the same time when you present this new reproach to an old Santoro Santoro you just invented. It 'so easy to do that, boh, I really do not know, here is: bravo! Your liberal ballet is so elegant that does not exist in practice. E 'then * perfect *. Of course, you did better.

stasimon In the fourth, for example, " is not true that only gives Annozero votes for Berlusconi, but a Luttazzi [which pushed" as a Luttazzi with its crowds and its sodomitic coprolalia childhood ", NDW] that the 'hate the villains and noble thing," Tell me, who does a favor? And what overshadow P2 behind the birth of Mediaset, tell me, what do you do? Public Service? [ ...] What a disappointment, Mighè .
I do not know if the potential of such a demonstration of psychoanalytic passive-aggressive syndrome lies with your personal crusade against the sense of things and life, or is there more kindly, a tergiversante bullshit. What is certain is that a certain fascination for " sodomotiche disorders" and " coprolalia", expressions that you see at the head of a court where there is only you that you wipe your ass with the wig of an old Lord, it seems certain to leave you cold. Struck by the anal phase of your reception-or perhaps * * scopertoti to condense each receive a phase anal-seems almost honest in pretending not to know that the lock belongs to you is the juxtaposition of two steps of Quintilian and Aristophanes.

I like to think a world in which your practice journalism have struggled just to escape the mirrors on the fringes of the local news, and I wonder heartfelt, moody, and coprolalia less than the usual in-your-elegant prose but hell Philip, oh! Philip " what we lost"?

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"I am a free Prince, and I have as much authority to make war on the world as one who has a hundred ships at sea"

Samuel Bellamy, pirate of the seventeenth century in West Indies .

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Vade Retro, Monstrum

The distortion has become easier to draw the line between two points.
And so the image is in eternal time contract.

The third figure from the left, second from right: Paolo Borsellino . The banner appeared at the head of the parade that moved from the PDL Colli Albani to Piazza San Giovanni at the event wanted by Berlusconi yesterday, the day of the Lord No March 20, 2010. To identify more precisely was Diego Bianchi, the blogosphere (and quell'ormai devastated and barren enclave of public RaiTre) well known as Zoro . Today on FriendFeed discussed, in light of this movie, if the representation of the magistrate was killed a macabre horrible and infamous sneer or a quasi-hagiographic ideological hat. We are reduced to this.
no longer being able to ask a question of linguistic terms. Nobody, in other eras also recent one would have dreamed of moving to another assumption that this question: namely
if this horror is to be regarded as a horrible and gruesome sberfleffo infamous or rather a horrible and gruesome hagiographic infamous hat.

Borsellino was right. Red purse had an agenda. Borsellino said the names of Berlusconi and Dell'Utri before his body was destroyed by an explosion. Borsellino was injured, trampled, murdered a thousand times since then. Massacred by blind adulation of peasants who have used the remains to cover the shame of all claims arbitrarily Social Democrats, but even more by continuing to sneer sense of things in the world brought forth by this unclean caravanserai that governs us, infiltrate us, diminish us, bomb us, keeps us in check, we humiliates, degrades us, depresses us (certainly I do not just mean the "only" PDL, but the utliizzo disgusting and the very existence of infinitesimal terms of empire as a "level playing field", reduced to nihil in political discourse).

They claim the right to use phraseology (if one can speak of a sentence in the presence of ignorance that stand in the way to Hannibal) of words like "freedom " and "people .

And even humble prepositions like "of ", the figure should be bent in an outlet of black blood.
(for now I will stop the horrors with which the title).

I feel distinctly the bones of their etymologies crushing cry. I hear the screams of the insane in the cell-tightness of the lobotomy. I feel the horror of infinitesimal detail, and my endurance is proportional only too afraid to follow the rabbit in the den of complete madness.

We gave these individuals to express the vocabulary of destruction. We have not defended our words. We have not defended our language, and with it the sense, the concept, origin. And now have telivisioni and swords, and garrote radio, newspapers and other papers-. "

"We are one million."

You were even ten, you were the one-and you, because you have more of this so horrible: one you - however I would be disgusted. The story you browse and find the void, the void was obvious that Hannah Arendt in Eichmann, the banal emptiness of those who smile in front of the train to the Gulag, or for the same track that leads to the camps, those who escaped from small cut in the face with the demonic have ancient testimony: "If they are deserved."

If it seems too much of my "paid" for a "simple" photo, is paramount. It is not "this" picture. The photo, the concept, representing the inifinito horror of detail that leads to the universal. It might find one at each corner of your day, in every sound, inflection, pronunciation, word, quote, news.
gloss, so I do not know what can be done. We know how the social paralysis is binding and degrading, such as to prevent almost every practice of "revolt" (the quotes are for the etymology, remember the etymology of what you think). But if there really is something social in these binaries seem cold, then I do not know: spread this post, spread to Gilioli, spread another post, or a scrivetene you, not every one.
Uno che vi ricordi, e ci ricordi al senso, alla cosa, al nome, al concetto.
Che rediga ancora una volta la nostra umanità su materia viva. Qualcosa che non sia solo l'ennesimo epitaffio.

Qualcosa che non sia semplice sberleffo sardonico, in cui lorsignori sono maestri. Qualcosa che ricordi anche al dolore.
Lo vedo nella mia vita:

Tutto ciò che amo ha sempre meno pace, e tutto ciò che odio non smette mai la guerra. Chiedo solo di non rinunciare.

Non rinunciate.

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[Flash post] Tra poco centinaia di milioni di miliardi di persone invaderanno piazza del Popolo [dico il popolo della libertà, ovvio] per appoggiare il Premier. Il biglietto, si dice , può costare anche cento euro. A Berlusconi.

-Signora, che ne dice di venire alla manifestazione contro i comunisti, i giudici, Di Pietro, Travaglio, Santoro, Floris, le persone brutte, il colore viola, gli intellettuali, gli intelligenti, gli stupidi però quelli vestiti casual, gli immigrati, il clima d'odio?

-Quanto?

-Cento.

-E di bocca?

-Fanno due strilli.

-E di mano?

-Dodici applausi.

-Voglio anche i gadget e un'opzione per un mutuo mediolanum

- (Ossignore) I can hear the coordinator as soon as he finished.

-What? Coca-

.

-I only come if I can wear under the vest of Gramsci and unless I'm forced to change my ringer mannoia.
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He also wants a package of pasta? E-

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