Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Western And Southern Complaints
| what he believes
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| | I believe in the power that has the imagination to shape the world, to release the truth within us, to hunt at night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to propitiate the birds, to ensure the confidence of fools. I believe in my obsessions, in the beauty of the fighting drive, in the peace of the forests submerged in orgasms of deserted beaches, the elegance of automobile graveyards, in the mystery of the parking decks, in the poetry of abandoned hotels. I the ramps in use of Wake Island, pointing to the Pacific of our imagination. I in mysterious charm of Margaret Thatcher, in the curve of her nostrils and the sheen of his lower lip, the melancholy of wounded Argentine conscripts; tormented in the smiles of the staff of petrol stations, in my dream that Margaret Thatcher is hugged by a young Argentine soldier in a forgotten motel, watched by a tubercular filling station. |
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| I believe in the beauty of all women, the treachery of their imaginations that touches my heart, the union of their bodies disillusioned with the illusory bars chrome of the counters of the supermarkets, in their warm tolerance for my perversions. I believe in the death of tomorrow nell'esaurirsi time, in our search for a new age in the smiles of the waitresses on the highway and the tired eyes of air traffic controllers at airports out of season. I in the genital organs of men and women in important positions in Ronald Reagan, Margaret Thatcher and beauty of Princess Diana, in the sweet odors emitted from their lips while the cameras set around the world. I into madness, the truth of the inexplicable, in the common sense of stones, in the madness of flowers, preserved in the disease to the human race by astronauts Apollo. I nothing. I in Max Ernst, Delvaux, Dali, Titian, Goya, Leonardo, Vermeer, De Chirico, Magritte, Redon, Dürer, Tanguy, Facteur Cheval, Watts Towers, Böcklin, Francis Bacon, and all the artists locked into invisible asylums of the planet. I the impossibility of existence, in the humor of mountains, in electromagnetism, in the farce of geometry, in the cruelty of arithmetic, in the murderous intent of logic. I in adolescent women, in their corruption of their own leg stances, in the purity of their bodies tangled in the traces of their pudenda left in the bathrooms of shabby motels. | |
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| I believe in flight, in the wing and in the beauty of everything that has ever flown, the stone thrown by a child that carries with it the wisdom of statesmen and midwives. I believe in the kindness of scalpel, in the limitless geometry of the cinema screen, in the hidden universe within supermarkets, in the solitude of the sun, the loquacity of the planets in our repetition, the universe and the boredom of the atom. I in the light emitted by televisions in the windows of department stores, in the messianic grids the radiator of automobiles on display, in the elegance of the oil stains on the engine nacelles of 747s parked on airport tarmacs. I does not exist in the past, in the death of the future, and the infinite possibilities of this. I in the disruption of the senses: in Rimbaud, William Burroughs, Huysmans, Genet, Celine, Swift, Defoe, Carroll, Coleridge, Kafka. I in the designers of the Pyramids, the Empire State Building, Fürerbunker of Berlin, of the launch pads of Wake Island. I believe in the body odors of Princess Diana. I over the next five minutes. I in the history of my feet. I think migraines, the boredom of afternoons, the fear of calendars, the treachery of clocks. I anxiety, psychosis and despair. I in the perversions, in the infatuations with trees, princesses, prime ministers, derelict filling stations (more beautiful than the Taj Mahal), clouds and birds. I in the death of emotions and the triumph of the imagination. I in Tokyo, Benidorm, La Grande Motte, Wake Island, Eniwetok, Dealey Plaza. I in alcoholism, venereal disease, fever and exhaustion. I in pain. I despair. I believe in all children. I maps, diagrams, codes, chess, puzzles, in flight schedules, reports of the airport. I all pretexts. all the reasons I think. I think all hallucinations. I believe in all the rage. I to all mythologies, memories, lies, fantasies, evasions. I in mystery and melancholy of a hand, in the kindness of trees, in the light of wisdom. | |
Monday, October 12, 2009
What Do The Colors Of Faith Mean
http://munlight.wordpress.com/
Whether
impulse, whether it's something rude or sublime, or really the effect of the education of my parents, the truth is that if, curiosity compels me to seek information and interaction with my environment and other natural loved my neighborhood. Curiosity divine treasure.
Curiosity requires a lot of passion. It is a great motor.
And not save anything or anyone about this. There are only people who ignore it, they can not channel this power. Art is a great way, art in all its forms rather.
One of my special talents is my share of curious about certain things, yes, and people are almost the main thing curious about me. Not all course. Not everything about them, not anymore.
And I know, I understand, I want to pry into their worlds, I found few better ways to learn.
now comes in this way.
When my father gave me the book "The Prince", I dedicate me asking me to "never lose your sense of wonder" and no way to keep a sense of wonder than having the curiosity.
Whenever I hear: "Curiosity killed the cat" I remembered a cartoon of a cartoon I do not remember whether it was "Condorito" or "Mafalda" where the child had asked something, to hear the reply answered, "and that wanted to know the cat "?. I always thought that was the most logical to ask why in the world .... I wanted to know the cat? The curiosity killed or died of curiosity, or died for something? I wanted to know this cat? Ja! It amuses me to think of that cat.
What lies beyond the surface? Roots? Ideas? Feelings? Lies? Truths? win? Dreams? Cravings? Thoughts? There?
not all that goes some way to the surface? Above all people? Like everything in nature? Is growing in a plane can not see and always something happening on the surface?
depends on how you light the surface is as we see, depends on the angle. There are things they look better in bright light and there are things that are best in light of the candles or the moon.
hits
As light as the heavens change when there are no buildings that emanate light to the stars, as stars are the same in a sky without buildings, and others are not, if they look when there is no around artificial lights.
People also look under different lights. Our lights. People also change their light. Y denotes the surface they have under the skin. And I discovered that the best is like asking.
not know the cat I wanted, so if that's what I want to know. And just in case I ask, because I will not dying of curiosity, I live
curious
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Home Waxing In Mississauga
"The ideal woman "
The dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth
and suspenders, scented
with false eyelashes mascara
earrings pink panties
breath that smells of salami
heels
high socks with a tiny stretch marks on
left calf,
a bit 'fat
a bit' drunk,
a bit 'silly and a bit' crazy
that does not tell dirty jokes and
has three warts on his back and pretends to appreciate symphonic music and that
stops a week just a week
and washes the dishes and cooks
and fucks and blowjobs makes
and washes the kitchen floor
and shows pictures of his children nor
speaks of her husband or ex-husband of
where you went to school or where she was born
or because the last time ended up in prison or who is in love
,
stops just a week
only a week ago and it has to do
then leaves and
did not return to take the earring that has forgotten on the dresser.
(Henry Charles Bukowsky)
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Fetal Heartbeat 7 Weeks Pregnant
A life too short, an infinite love. What Fina and Severino
Tango love ed'anarchia
SOME 'OF HISTORY: THE DECADE infamous.
The fervor of the Roaring Twenties, the lively nightlife that goes out in the Thirties: is the 'infamous decade' (1930-43), the global economic crisis and the coup of Uriburu. The economic crisis of '29 led to a protectionist policy in developed countries and a change in national productivity, forcing you to invest par earnings in the agricultural production of consumer goods is not the most important accounting. This was pursued its from areas they controlled the lands of the country interested in developing an industrial system only temporarily, pending return to their farm income . This policy, implemented in conjunction with the military oligarchy, led to a repression of workers for you, the institutionalization of electoral fraud to retain power and an alliance with foreign countries more and more difficult to national interests (Roca-Runciman Agreement 1933). This is the context of the facts that tell.
A great passion is the backdrop to this story: that the struggle for justice through the anarchy that swept Argentina at the beginning of 900, with some Europeans
exiled from their dictatorships. As in the case of a young Abruzzo, anarchist and dissident who fled Mussolini's Italy. His story deserves a Hollywood screenplay
but there is a reason why it will never happen. Find out.
SEVERINO JOHN arrives in America in 1922, with his first wife, Teresa Mascullo, and three children. A force to trample on the ground in Argentina, however, falls madly in love with the fifteen-year veniquattro América Scarfo, who belongs to a Catholic family of the local middle class: this does not stop love with Italy and its revolutionary ideas. Scarfo's are a great Calabrian family: father, mother and eight children, including America Josefa, whom everyone calls 'Fina', a masterly school student who becomes now - it's love at first sight - the great love of Severino.
Fina is beautiful, young and irresistibly attracted to this man from the refined manners and eloquence f luente that can awaken in her a passion unknown and very strong. Will be done three years of ardent love of passionate letters, appointments at the school of her, like any teenager in his first crush, long silences and furtive kisses. Fina's brothers will never know the relationship, or will pretend not to know the mother Therese, simple woman, will never realize anything, and the two lovers will never give rise to suspicion. Severino
letters reveal his poetic unexpected in one so cold and so determined, so violent. The ideal anarchist, that he transcends all human affairs, is in a desperate love this soothing, but at the same time, precisely because it is a passion
landlocked, its political action twists into a spiral of violence and death that leads him first and then total isolation to a sort of obsessive paranoia.
Severino For three years he lives with his time is limited, without a moment's breath, and fights a war against everyone, including his anarchist friends, that he has, little by little, keep their distance. Two attacks, with several dead and wounded, marked a turning point in relations with the anarchist movement. The first is the Italian Consulate. Severino's intention is to detonate the bomb in the room of the console. For a series of tragicomic circumstances, the bomb is left atrium Consulate, because it seems that soon after the console should exit. Instead, the bomb explodes among the hundreds of people who are queuing for an entry visa in Italy: nine dead and thirty wounded.
The second attack takes place on Christmas Eve of 1927. A case was filed at the headquarters of National City Bank. In the euphoric atmosphere of the holidays, employees are
buy from a salesman of silk stockings, do not notice the black briefcase, left under a chair by a customer dressed in black, two killed and twenty injured.
anarchist newspapers railed against the bloodthirsty beasts that in the name of anarchy, sow only grief, even the anarchist daily Antorcha, despite a thousand contortions, condemned the attacks. Only Aldo Aguzzi defends Severino and terrorist groups and talking about the wrong answer to state terrorism. John replies to the accusations blow for blow, writes articles on delirious climax, the magazine of which he is editor, spoke on Antorcha, writes refractory to meeting demanding the appointment of a species of world anarchist grand jury to judge his actions . From New York the patriarchs of the anarchist Luigi Fabbri and Vincent Capuana for themselves. Feeling almost authorized by this particular decision, Severino task of following an attack on the cathedral, a dead place, along with Buenaventura Durruti, a bomb on a ship in port and a crew was on strike; robbery Banco de Avellaneda, the central bus station, the company Kloekner van, carrying the wages of employees and the headquarters of the local waterworks. The action, however, finally loses it is the killing of Emilio López Arango, anarchic, new director of the protest.
None of the anarchists can forgive this fratricide and from that moment, the end of January 1930, Di Giovanni is truly alone, because Alejandro Scarfo, brother of Fina, who was also in the anarchist movement, was arrested and others have lost three of his gang life during the robbery. He is left with only the most faithful Paulino, another brother of anarchist Scarfo family, and the immense love of Fina. Designs, therefore, to escape, Colt in hand, Alejandro and then flee with Fina and his brothers in France. The assault on the police van in which there should be a friend succeeds, but the van is filled with nothing but prostitutes. Alejandro is locked in a prison
most inaccessible of Argentina, the asylum criminal Vieytes. Severino is not a man who gives up easily.
The release of Alejandro became his sole purpose for which it obtains more money robbing, in September 1930, the Italian Health Care Workers. With that money, rent a villa, complete with a garden in the area of \u200b\u200bBelgrano, and we should live together with Paulino, Fina,
Gavilan Jorge Tamayo, the man who is only happy when he can fight for the life and Silvio Astolfi. It has a complicated project: free Alejandro, fleeing to Uruguay and from there the ferry to France and to leave the country Fina, making married at Aston, which has retained Italian citizenship.
At the same time not give up his work as publisher and printer-ready edition, elegant and refined, with a limited edition in two volumes, Eliseo Reclus's writings, his favorite author.
to prepare for the small group of anarchists escape unfolds is a must-
action terrorism: in one day blow up three bombs in three different places of the capital, making four deaths. Severino wants to create a climate of anxiety and exasperation to the attention of the police to focus on public policy and think of an anarchist conspiracy of vast proportions. Thus believed to deflect interest in car-anarchists
waxes. On the afternoon of January 30, 1931 he went to the printer for proofreading definitivdel second volume of the writings of Reclus: imprudent, because the police made several raids and arrested, among others, several printers of the Italian origin, virtually all Buenos Aires printers are under control. Exit Printing from two police officers in bor-
Luxembourg institution telling him to surrender.
Severino runs through the alleys of the old and shooting at his pursuers. More than twenty policemen try to block it, they all fire, between two fires was shot and killed a child. Severino suddenly finds himself in an alley, an agent, without hesitation, shoots and breaks down, then runs to take refuge in a hotel. For hotel guests who saw him start to scream, says: "Do not be afraid, do not do anything." At that moment the police burst firing wildly.
Severino, calmly respond and kill a second cop then take the elevator and try wriggling through the roof. He manages, through through a few terraces, to take to a garage, where police are waiting for him and dump him over a hundred shots. Feeling lost, puts the gun to his chest and fires a shot, but the wound is not fatal and only makes him lose consciousness.
agents block it and uploads it to an ambulance being escorted by ten patrols on a motorcycle. In the hospital the surgeons operate immediately, but is not life threatening. The President himself ordered the Interior Ministry, Matias Sánchez Sorondo, John transferred immediately to a prison and to establish a military tribunal to judge
. General Medina is with emergency decree, appointed chief justice martial. On the night of John and Paulino Scarfo are judged and sentenced to death by firing squad. It occurs only unexpected. Lieutenant Juan Carlos Franco, born
appointed public defender, does his job seriously and takes defensive pleading that accuses the police and the use of terrorist methods instrumental that the government wants to make the story of John. But, once the harangue, the prosecution asks for his arrest and im-mediate
proposed degradation and expulsion from the army.
The Court pronounced the sentence of death by Severino and then satisfied the prosecutor, adding the expulsion from State Lieutenant Franco, who is esiliatoa Montevideo. Hundreds of people crowded outside the prison to see the famous bandit, some ministers, some famous actor and other staff take a closer look at "the bloodthirsty beast." John refuses to see anyone and will only accept the visit of Therese and Fina, who has come with the excuse to greet his brother.
dawn on 1 February 1931 John Seve-rino is conducted in the courtyard of the Central Prison to be shot. It is said that he asked the sergeant who commanded the plo-tone to express his last wish and they immediately put his hand to the package of cigarettes. "I do not want to smoke
, Severino said, I want a coffee. Sweet, I recommend ". Brought him a cup he could hardly stand up because the knife's clenched wrists so clumsy that he drank coffee and returning the cup, he rebuked the sergeant:
"I said sweet, very sweet coffee, patience, will be for the next time, " es'avviò onto the yard.
None of the eight soldiers who made up the firing squad, was wrong. Paulino Scarfo was shot an hour later, he was not yet twenty-one.
Severino was also a danger to the public body. Buried during the night, in haste, in the Chacarita cemetery in an unmarked grave, the police discovered with horror that the grave the next morning, was covered with red roses. It was ordered that the body was removed
and thrown into mass graves. But even then, for days, every morning, agents found the grave covered with red roses. Do not you ever found out who the mysterious person who brought the flowers at night.
THE LETTERS Severino Di Giovanni wrote to his friend Fina were unearthed by Osvaldo Bayer, the Argentine journalist who was held on anarchism accurate research culminated in the publication of a critical biography also known in Italy (Osvaldo Bayer, Severino Di Giovanni, the idealist, of violence, Editions series "V. Vallera, Pistoia 1973). The
Scarfò long sought to regain authority from the old writings. The
succeeded, eighty-six. Died in August 2006, at age 93.
Sources
The idealist of violence
Osvaldo Bayer, Ed Necklace Vallera, 1973
The Italian who loved the Ame ica
article Silvia Garnero
Love and Anarchy
article by Antonio Orlando
I have a fever throughout the body
A letter to Scarfo Josefina
Sunday August 19, 1928.
"My friend. I have a fever throughout the body. Your contact me filled with all the sweetness. Never as long these days, so I sipped the sips of life. Before I lived the quiet hours of Tantalus and now, today, today that brought us together forever, live without saziarmi all heard harmonized Niosi love so dear to Shelley and George Sand. We dis- you - in quell'amplesso expansive - how much time I loved you, but vor-rei also tell you how much I love you, because the bread of mind knowing materialize all elected the ideals of the existence man, we sa-RA more tests to guide, filled with so many skills, solver of all our problems, which - and I say with all sincerity a friend, a lover of a fellow Unison will be our good nice and long, enjoying and full feelings of all, big and scon- FINAT forever. When I speak of eternity - all that heart wanted and loved is forever - I allude eternity of love. Love never dies. The love that has sprouted lon- Tano from vice and prejudice, pure and its purity is not can contaminate el'incontaminato is eternity. I wish I could always express your language (Fina always wrote in the Ca- stigliano ed) to sing every moment of time can sweet- areas of ' My soul, you understand that the agitation for strikes -fearing heart, the delicate figures of thought that my tea invaghitesi will never give the "finishing" his elegy. But then - I think that my love is with you- traccambiato with all the might of your youth still bud, I so often read about your black eyes - I am content in knowing that to understand these lines should be re-read more than once tea. You will not have time to write. You must still dedicated to the study. Kiss me as I kiss you. Give duplicate my good fortune that you want. Know that you think always, always, always. You are the heavenly angel who accompanied me in Spain all sad and happy hours of my life and re-refractory beautiful. With you, now and forever. "
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Lipstick Hypoallergenic
Since el hondo bajo fondo
by Dj Punto y Branca
Let Melingo, Carajo!
"What will be
Who lives in the ideas of these lovers
Let poets sing wildest
What the prophets swear drunk
What is the pilgrimage of the mutilated
What is in the unhappy
That is the day-to-day whores
the outlaws, the helpless
In every sense, will be
What decéncia não tem, nem nunca tera
O que não tem complaint, nem nunca tera
O que não faz sentido
O que será que será "
(Chico Buarque de Hollanda)
A little Bio
This musician was born in 1957 has played with Milton Nascimento until he begins to form part of the group Los abuelos de la Nada in 1980.
In parallel creates the group Los Twist with Pipo Cipolatti (His are the hits "Cleopatra" and "Hull Hull"). These two groups are the parent of the early Argentine rock 80.
82 in two is called to be part of Las Ligas, support group Charly Garcia, the biggest rock star in Argentina. In 95
Realiza his first solo album "H2O", the comic ispitato "eternity"
During 1997 foray into television with the program run "Mala Yunta" for channel "Solo Tango" and where he invites musicians to play the rock tango.
E 'that comes in 98 "Tangos Bajos" his first album of tangos, then continue with "Ufa" (2003)
Mañana Records, the label Label for Makaroff, Argentine Gotan Project, published in 2004, the compilations "Santa Milonga." And finally in 2008, the new work "Maldito Tango".
Oh You, who will be ...
He knew the best and the worst of the eighties, those in which the letters continued to be "sex, drugs and rock'n roll" and not a blunder ...
In early spring of 1990 rock and pop to enter fully into the tango, and just in the "y orillero offender."
What is happening in someone's head passing through those streets?
"What I know-meets-Melingo me, I also ask myself. I care more about what's going on in my soul. Meanwhile, the continuous fire"
In songs that Daniel interprets Melingo, paints the whole body and marginalized milongueros several of the hands of poets such as Carlos de la Pua, Celedonio Flores, Enrique Cadicamo, Luis y Julian Centeya Alposta and others of his own composition. He says the tango is the type that most identifies him, and always has been close. Her stepfather, who was the manager of Edmundo Rivero, fifteen years gave him a bandoneon, and in his teenage disco were the complete collections of Edmundo Rivero y Carlos Gardel.
Ma .. what is the tango that most identifies him?
"My answer is the tango-cancion- to Gardel and Ignacio Corsini, Charlo and then continued Fresedo, De Caro, Anibal Troilo Canaro and after, that more milonguero tango, not the dance and orchestral repertoire 40.Nel I'm investigating this "compassion", the phrasing, the purest musicality of tango "orillero" of early novencento. Some texts are fifty years ago, others are written now, because the tango is timeless and universal that in many tangos seems that the passage of time has no effect. "
Melingo not mad. For all his tangos are possible unlikely, with the theme of madness. Melingo is a person, of course. He survived himself, his personal hardships to become infinite a literary character in the flesh.
Melingo Melingo is the legend, the protagonist of a life so intense that he mouthed inevitalbilmente in tango. To be
Melingo you should walk down the street anussando poetry as a hunting dog. Latigo sing and dance like a like a scar.
Melingo is a great musician. He studied at the conservatory but retains little of the academy. E '- and will always be an adventurer-mad, delirious, hallucinating. A bohemian Buenos Aires, or both, of the world. We can call the Master because he was able to achieve humility. Nothing more natural, then, that the laughter of fire of his tangos.
He shatters the boundaries between the sacred and the profane. In these songs there is so much adoration as irreverence. There is a casino of orthodoxy and heresy Tonel. There is ecceso and accuracy. Love and madness.
penetrates in the altars of the music without roplatense bussare.Le doors open to her because paso, palpitations, he has earned the right to play with the harsh law of the tango.
Tango de ley, the incredible folly of Melingo.
Maldito Tango
Melingo Daniel, star of Argentine rock in the '80s, after the protagonist of the Madrid nightlife and intrepid explorer of Brazil, has now become the man of the new frontier Buenos Aires. With a distinctive voice, dark and smoky, a little 'Tom Waits and a little' Nick Cave, Melingo is the ambassador of a modern tango, eclectic and electric. Melingo is an artist who loves creating and playing tango and milonga in an exceptional way, is a precursor of the music scene in Buenos Aires, considered as one who has reinvented the tango cancion. Melingo is an author, composer and producer of her albums. Now comes with Melingo 'Maldito tango': an album created, destroyed and rebuilt in six months, not a jazz album or just an album of tango, but a work that breaks the rules drawn up and distorts the codes of the tango, quoting poets yesterday and today and giving new life to music and tango-song, with truly unique charm and beauty. Many of the songs sung by Daniel Melingo in this second albums are works of poets and authors of tango who identify with the suffering of the people of Buenos Aires and cunning, writing in Lunfardo (slang of Buenos Aires) and describing the limits of the city, its neighborhoods, its cabarets , poverty and the sadness of his people. Listen 'Maldito tango' is like watching a bizarre series of snapshots: the pickpocket on the bus, the weeping prostitute, the tramp, the worker by day and dancing the night away, the child who dies because of Solitude, ' Argentinean of Montmartre, in love with the cautious and guarded their privacy, the former Playboy ...
H2O Discography, 1995
Tangos bajos, 1998
Ufa, 2003
Santa milonga, 2004
Maldito Tango, 2008
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The civil lawsuit, the newspaper "Il Gazzettino", was started by an entrepreneur of the Riviera del Brenta footwear, now retired, and his wife, after the financial crash of 2001 that the pair had lost four fifths of the amount invested. According to the judges the Venetian bank had a duty to warn that it is inappropriate to proceed with the operation risky.