Friday, November 17, 2006

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Made in: Samuel Beckett

"What are we doing here, that's what we need to ask . We are fortunate to know. Yes, in this immense confusion one thing is clear. We are waiting for Godot. "
The absurdity of Beckett only gives this to me, bewildered reader: the burden of a certainty that it is able to conceive only the most nightmarish and confusing questions. The certainty is that deluded man who is waiting, the absurd is the absence of expectation of a perennial perennial, and this is not a permanent absent any absent: the absent takes the form of the protagonist.
Godot is the key to the work, the permanent center of gravity, yet never comes.
Vladimir and Estragon, main physical work, while waiting and waiting will not result in what might be called normal life, but take up position on a plateau at the foot of a tree, where the meeting should take place no one knows how we do not know when. A terrifying scream coming from the wings to freeze the words of Didi and Gogo (the nicknames of the two), who gather in an embrace: two strange characters enter the scene, Pozzo and Lucky, in the roles of master and servant, arrogant, boastful, dictatorial, self-styled master of the land where the action takes place the first, the second most faithful and obedient, a loyalty, that of Lucky, which is strange: he obeys only a well, or better to obey only those who take advantage of his being servile, docile is with those who are evil, violent people who want to dry your tears, even thought he is a free act, is under the thumb of his role so as not to feel even humiliated in front of an order as: "Think, pig!"
Didi and Gogo's life flows like a bad dream, the events are unconnected, without a precise explanation - "nothing to do, "says Estragon, the first beat, after having vainly struggled to take off a shoe too tight. The speeches, alienated and alienating, they put me at ease.
Didi and Gogo are in solidarity with each other, suspicious of others, groups of people who self-protect basking, bored and tired of this waiting, without question, their survival, clinging to nothing. The character traits of the characters has their own marcatissimi and characterization refers to the excess they do not represent men, but for the most human types. Didi and Gogo
living death as a possible solution as a possible hobby - because what is important is to pass the time - and not just because they hang a rope strong enough to bind the tree.
Didi and Gogo are aware of their middle position to be in an endless limbo, I have become aware, but do not have the courage to admit that Godot will never come, do not have the courage to go forward, to redeem himself in secular terms.
Waiting for Godot seems to be the only hope, the last hope, the only reason to stay alive.
Beckett, reversing the game of good examples and teachers to follow, seems to give bad examples of life, Nietzsche seems to indirectly give us a lesson, but did not implement it by its characters, Didi and Gogo would go away, they would get from that 'plateau and do not be afraid of men waiting for them below, would admit that Godot will never come, that maybe they never got that appointment, they are wasting their time to keep up with the whims of Mr. Godot who does nothing to postpone the meeting, but fail to realize this will seem to expect the man in the Gaia Science came with a lantern to announce the death of their Godot, but he does not get crazy here.
Try to give a stimulus to men so that they can recover (Didi and Gogo will pop up after having fallen - "to want is power," they say)? Click
perhaps so that they continue to wait? What is the intent
Beckett?
Who or what people expect? Waiting for Godot
or someone you really wake up their conscience, announcing to them that it's time to find the truth in the faces of the men themselves, in the end of metaphysics?
Man, lost to himself, continues to wait in a desperate and failed hope, Godot.

Monday, October 30, 2006

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prodouct: the coils
category: lysergic creepy-crawly poison

The coils are spirals of green-green of the Italian flag-compressed material, toasted, tested anti-insect. They were the only remedy for a short time ago against the troublesome insects. As for me, I announced the summer and the comforting smell of incense guarded deadly. If there were fires of summer, would have had the smell of the coils in my nostrils. There were
alternative technologies. They began to peep the platelets to be included in celestial quasi-electronic gadgets but I fear only to touch them, I feared that they are carcinogenic. And then there were those cages with neon purple unintelligible screeching electric / epilepsy insecticides, and each fund had a feed-back vendor. There was a fishmonger from trusted, that killed many insects. There were no creams "or points, or anointed," or apparecchietti to stick to the plug, and strangely citronella candles were the prerogative of a wealthy family. The coils were
the scent of summer evenings bucolic 90s. Rotorelief
that the talk on the veranda and blessed the world by Schillaci, psychedelia I see you fade away and disappear anywhere on the contrary, in a clockwise direction. Incense warning, the coils.
I can not imagine how comforting smell. As chamomile in December, the fertile lime in April, mandarins subliminal in February, the incense in the parish family, the talcum powder after bathing weekday evening.
The aesthetics of death of the mosquitoes could not merit a plaque less pop and convergent, unless a drug LSD. After all the pacifiers that are allowed, greedy.
(Erik Chilly)

Friday, September 1, 2006

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product: 31st AUGUST 2006
Made in: my bedroom
category: purple fall '80 preview

morning oleanders are crazy and whip each other without losing hair. They have bright colors this morning. 'Flamboyant' was an adjective for "weekend" very popular in my class two years ago at least. Vacation time was running out. Vacation WOULD BE if it were to finish two years ago today. Fuchsia
80 here this morning that the name of the oleanders are very happy. That (sadly inevitable) "Ballads for Little Hyenas" puts me in a good mood as the first cold north wind that calls up early autumn as the birds that call the rain run off. And close the windows and began to be happy to wear pants with the cold sun. It even put on my shoes to stay at home and my nose is leaking like omen for the future. From tomorrow I wake up early in the morning and start to breathe the autumn breeding. It'll be my foil for anti-spring, Lent my off-season. For another short
comes the party of the country. And then the holiday would be really ended two years ago.
starting today instead. Erik Chilly take leave in the fall.
Hello.
(Erik Chilly)

Saturday, August 12, 2006

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prodouct: SLIP
made in: Gloria Guida Virgin Mary
category: honestly indecent

"But the pants are not to be decent! O
nobody sees you and decency in this case is not needed, or put them to display them and then just happen to be indecent.
Mistake? "
( Gloria Guida in Blue Jeans [1975] Mario Imperoli)

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made in the JEANS: valve Mitralika
category: missing skin

(Return at night. I swear that they are sober + spell behind the back)

jeans on the ground embroider yields breathed the latest voice and smells of oils
(industries umose crush olives), look at me.
leave to escape the blood flows back and thighs disheveled (also distracting eyes)
death of gravity on small breasts
increasingly shaky, the slightest whiff of light. I understand that I will write
existence. Of brevity. But it is clear that I do not understand:
repetition of the bed and her breasts popping has nothing to do. nothing to do with blood legs has nothing to do, with myself in the eye segment, is not involved. Then I
halyard, and rustles anything. It was only after my eyes back on the ground between the Courier
English and socks:
my jeans are a dead man abandoned dissolved, a balloon dried (apparent). Yet, what peace
lascivious
tell me how much skin missing on pulp. open. now I understand. What should I write.
(Valve Mitralika)

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

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product: GM NADER
made in Iran, Luxemburg, Italy
category : roll unlimited lives

Nader is a Nikon analog (the best in 80) and that shoots through the lens. Click! He was born in '73, perhaps in autumn or spring (the ID card is authentic and not Nader does not care). He was born in Iran, then in Luxembourg two years ago in Italy and every day in the film who choose to treat themselves. Girl who was born in spin on the bike now too small for his legs begin to push the height, and was born in dog dirt and straw and casual summer of nightlife in the town square, and was born in a Fiat 500 rolled up on a tree and forgotten for love.
runs like a baby bird back to the villa in Lecce, to kidnap the wings. He has two scars from a past to a more fearless skater. His eyes are terrible dizzy from Hollywood star on a shaved poor ... you can not afford to be charming when you're in the community.
Nader is the Lord of anecdotes, case histories generously dispense dispassionate and therapeutic., With its Italian friends is allowed to go to the mall on Saturday night (as children at home, in clubs like the twenties), I agree with those Trips apparently sterile, because Nader does not care about scenery but the people.
Nader is rough and you glide with every expression of spontaneity and disinhibition of a child or a migrant or a former toxic. No frills, Nader.
He had a bath in the Ionian Sea, yesterday after lunch, con il cellulare in tasca; è uscito che era dispiaciuto per la perdita dei numeri in rubrica, ha lavato il cellulare in acqua dolce e oggi è ricominciato a funzionare. Martedì ha abbracciato un menir ed ha subito sorriso. La sua piccolezza non è nello stereotipo delicato delle guance rosse. La sua delicatezza è piuttosto nel conservare lo stesso tono di voce e gli stessi occhi saldi sia mentre parla di un passato d’astinenza che ti torce e crisi di vomito che quando ti spiega i benefici derivanti dal training autogeno.
Oggi ci ha cantato un paio di canzoni del hit-list pop melodica iraniana tutte d’un fiato e gli occhi erano limpidi; tremavano quando raccontava la cerimonia nuziale islamica con rito iraniano: che l’uomo deve immediately say 'yes' while the woman to stall the tradition at least three times (almost like revenge social status of women in Islamic newspaper). Strange
migrants, how many lives are granted, how much force to wash so many times from scratch.
(Erik Chilly)

Friday, July 7, 2006

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product: Ortolano
made in Rapallo: Carlo Emilio Gadda

The indescribable cry from the greengrocer paused and looked at me with sleepy eyes: he had risen early, as usual.
I could consider.
an unlit cigarette dangling from his lips hour, had the wool on the crown, in the position that we say "bovis, which I like so: narrow forehead a tuft of strong and thick hair. A handkerchief tied around his neck, arms of bronze naked, faded pink shirt: lineava is under the chest sculpture.
Sitting at his desk, slouching, looking at me from below on how you look at a worthless and devoid of interest: I was not able to buy gourds. Nose
marked adust face, health sprayer. The frown is remade hard. Camera
unexpectedly shouting: that his gourds were not all stuff that only connoisseurs could judge them: that of the amateurs did not care. He added phrases contemptuous pity for any unbelievers. These
his judgments, shouted in the Ligurian dialect diphthongs in several contracts for future Doric erano contenuti da un’orditura sintattica potente e geniale. Capii che molti oratori e celebranti ufficiali sono, al paragone, dei poveri stentatelli.
(Carlo Emilio Gadda)

Sunday, June 25, 2006

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prodouct: LA SIMMETRIA
made in: me
category: inaccettabile estetica composta trema

La simmetria è inquietante e nobile. Calma e perfetta fino al terrore matematico.
La simmetria emoglobinica delle bambine di Kubrik e la simmetria siamese. La simmetria psichiatrica profonda pesto di Rorschach e quella fragile e di pergamena delle farfalle. La simmetria assurda delle impronte digitali e quella claustrofobia della video-art di Adriana Vila. La simmetria di coriandoli lisergici del caleidoscopio e quella loop dei tunnel highways. The symmetry of mirrors photocopy duly symmetrical anatomy and symmetry of clean beds. The symmetry of breasts psychedelic acid and lemon wedges fair. The symmetry of the architecture of medieval witch and the distorted and puffing of subliminal messages. The symmetry of the choreography workaholic dictatorial or symmetry Olympic synchronized. The symmetry of Escher's impossible to mess and the children's tempera on paper folded in half.
The hypnotic symmetry. The hypnotic symmetry. The hypnotic symmetry. The hypnotic symmetry. The hypnotic symmetry. The hypnotic symmetry. The hypnotic symmetry. The hypnotic symmetry. The hypnotic symmetry. The hypnotic symmetry. The hypnotic symmetry. The hypnotic symmetry. La simmetria ipnotica. La simmetria ipnotica. La simmetria ipnotica. La simmetria ipnotica. La simmetria ipnotica. La simmetria ipnotica. La simmetria ipnotica.
La simmetria delle parole simmetriche. Mi affascina, per esempio, la potenzialità di scrivere una poesia simmetrica che si completi solo in uno specchio. Potrebbe darsi.
La simmetria tende, si tende fino all’inaccettabile. Fino ai crampi. Si incunea e converge verso il naso e ti penetra o ti trapassa o ti evita regale se diverge. La simmetria si moltiplica. È una moltiplicazione inaccettabile, perfetta.
(Erik Chilly)

Sunday, June 18, 2006

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prodouct: ILARIA
Made in: Lecce (Italy)
category: # 04 les passantes

The review is superimposed on a throw-up or a watercolor.
burgundy lips. Bardot, pouting and eyes as punishment.
skin dawn of a child Infasil
Clothes Boy Scouts of eight male, wearing a twenty year old woman. Bermuda triangles or polo & tennis skirt.
"Allow? I would stalk silently back home. " Ilaria. New Army freshman
Amazon psychedelic loops of Chillytown. An army that takes "only one day, like roses. " Female suicide bombers explode and I go by. How can I stop them if silent tear my brains, my brains? Sorry
boredom but Lecce are the world at this time.
(Erik Chilly)

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Saturday, June 10, 2006

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prodouct: Yeah Yeah Yeahs's live
Made in: Rolling Stone (Milan) on May 31th
category: acid show

If you wait an event and consumed it. Consuming it, waiting. The waiting train, is the Sabbath of the village. (Twelve hours except suicides between the rails and ticket redemption by a percentage equal to 40%) Twelve hours vintage scrap metal as a euphemism, Intercity Notte know how to penetrate into the moist bone: BRINDISI - FAIR for hanging from the lips of Karen O and his band the Yeah Yeah Yeahs.
neurotic dancing like an idiot, with all the exhibitionism of a provincial tour, and the crowd I bandage my eyes and dirty adrenaline and gin-lemon. Less than an Intercity Night on the other hand. The sound is basically acid and mixed-race dance and do not understand why, why I came from so far away o perché mi innamora questo frullato urticante di kiwi che sono gli YYY.
L’estetica milanese mi distrae pure.
Chitarre acustiche grattugiate, falsetti e saliva, loop ossessivi e feedback come scotch tra una canzone e l’altra e il batterista che saluta il pubblico come un attore teatrale e tratta la batteria con fare da primo della classe nell’ora di ginnastica.
Due decine di canzoni, due cambi d’abito (il secondo dei quali è simile davvero alla tuta aderente del Kriminal di Magnus), due chitarristi (Imaad Wasif è un mercenario ausiliario) e due regali almeno per me: “Tell me the rockers to swallow” che mi lacera la gola in urla stonate (le mie s’intende) e “Pin” do not expect much, if not suffer it to three meters from me. Pogo and disco but with acids ("Phenomena", "Y Control" and the farewell song "Date with the Night") and "Gold Lion" sacred and esoteric. And the dances and songs of the brick of the good night ("The Sweets" and "Maps" ultra-sound), but acidic.
acids.
(Erik Chilly)

Sunday, May 21, 2006

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product: THE BODY
made by: Andrea Pazienza
category: dadà body

Il corpo è per l’artista un Teatro di Operazioni, l’ambito di una ricerca, un modello sempre a portata di mano e a buon mercato, un Robot, l’avvio d’una investigazione, la verifica del gesto, il veicolo dell’Arte e le arti altre. Perciò, io non amo il mio corpo in quanto di serie A, ma per la tenerezza che mi fa quando mi saluta denutrito un mattino allo specchio che non mi guardavo da molto tempo. I muscoli drappeggiati come veline sulle ossa.
Il giorno dopo l’espressione del mio corpo è cambiata, totemica, o vetro senza speranze, ma mai più giovane come una volta, unless substantial lead a life that I get fat and underlying psychological health, but I inurbana face, yes. (...)
I appreciate most overdressed but I tend to end up in his underwear in the first game of the bottle, or at the first hint of warm weather. Belle
my hands, for which I abhor heavy or dangerous work.
and shoulders. The winter skin color is olive oil, india is a very dark summer. Overall, I am always a hair under weight and also in tone, it must be said that the whole body is attached.
(Andrea Pazienza *)

* "The body is for the artist" wise adapted from Andrea Pazienza, "PAZ" Einaudi

Saturday, May 13, 2006

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prodouct: PURPLE
Made in: F.na Francavilla (TOAST)
category: les passantes # 02 (or so)

There is, in my country, a Cinderella with thin hair long long long hair almost to his waist on a painstaking and grace of a little white face neck quickly. Face reddened lips and hair combs armies, big eyes and lashes tired timid behind the fringe damn speechless, fringe suffragette Tops, weigh your lashes and draw precious eyes, blinking, the perimeter of the royal circles and "Cimmeria fog" . A face from the kidnap
blow up a body depleted eyes.
I would only feedback of looks and I hope you know it, I'm sorry if I introduce unexpected result one day. Do you scrutinize, you do not know. Yesterday she wore a wool poncho with a superb lace, as a counterpart to hate your pants ... almost everyone. This warning does not apply to jeans that match your nature with lips swollen and red ... those jeans grace acre from best friend, passed over by walls and playgrounds across the street.
Also you encounter just after midnight at times to be silent and a sentimentalist importunate lazy. I did not hurry. For now, enough of that lady. How old are you? My sister does not know dartene.
dartene I do not know anyone, unripe fruit.
(Erik Chilly)

Sunday, May 7, 2006

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product: Ennio Morricone "A lizard with the skin of a woman "" Dangerous Diabolik "" violent city "
... and any other production of the composer who is at the turn of the '60s and '70s (" Veruschka, "" The Bird with the Crystal Plumage "). From the mathematical research noisy experimentation (already with the Improvisation Group New Consonance) dissolved in the more tense as the psychedelic funk of low crime and beat times. And the sighs and orgasmic falsetto Edda Bear have nothing to envy the French gainsbourghiane lolitas. And hypnosis drips like sweat or blood ... tense tense tense. And the psychological thrillers and I polizziotteschi pulp horror and erotic become the "soundtrack" low-definition graphics of hearing loss of balance.

Tuesday, May 2, 2006

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prodouct: AURORA
Made in: F.na Francavilla (TOAST)
category: les passantes # 01

Aurora has not yet given consideration to the eighth grade, for the last candle on the cake was barely thirteen.
lips puff of pink vanity that let you get bored in 13 years only. Red cheeks ... I can imagine tremendous detail for a child. At least I hope. Obviously white skin, please. Yesterday
stall on the course before it is presented to a birthday party (peers at last) and its expression was forced to a press release at all discrete choice of boredom in the closet. Gas puffing tobacco, as if boredom was the prerogative of adults only, than to be attained as soon as the first shots drowned cigarette today and tomorrow virginity.
Aurora has big eyes, hypnotic and immature. Parted lips even if closed. Yesterday would honor its devoted girlfriends (a circle of peers over which it exercises a delicate charm reckless and haughty: ambassador of pre-adolescence in the temples of adults, Aurora), a skirt to lose balance and sense of limits. ALTERED, how much malice and perversion by Nabokov also confusing (or perhaps to make him vomit) if only he could.
Entering the charts of The Hole at 13 and sip the greetings and pull the wait. Mine too. Thirteen years. Damn. It is rhetoric that beauty did not register, but the aesthetic semiotics (ah ah) erotica dovrebbero imporre limiti d’età; un calmiere sociale contro la concorrenza spietata e una festa di primavera ufficiale con rito d’iniziazione all’età adulta. Censura… si impone censura a interni coscia e labbra di sospiri e palpebre pulsanti e fianchi di burro e cuscinetti di fiore.
Barba in barba bà bà ballè chè la meraviglia di Aurora è tremenda. Salutami.
“È la mia lettera d’amore se ti basta. Tu ti basti.”
(Erik Chilly)

Sunday, April 23, 2006

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product: "SHOW YOUR BONES" Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Made in: New York USA
category: PUT THREE IN THE COUNTRY PUNK

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs have escaped from New York or are resurrected in intermittent traffic of cars and scrap metal or changed their skin (which is three years from the first album is entirely justified.) The punk was tinged with romance. After waking up drunk. YYY's have washed your face with soap and sat before the harmless remains of ashes of the bonfire the night before. Maybe. Change
the manufacturer in this second disc (which if you think about, heck might as well be the fourth or fifth album of his career ... but it is still the second): Squeak E. Clean (brother of the famous Spike Jonze, director of the other video of "Y-control"), which is straight west coast hip-hop to smooth and wash the clothes of the three New Yorkers. It all begins with rhythm sections and the pieces can not help but feel an accentuation pounding, primitive or even esoteric. Despite all the battery is probably the element that undergoes minor changes within the band from the first album. Maintains a performance totally unpredictable and anarchic, even in the most basic gear or charged punk-noise ... and listening deflowers with the tribal rain dance of "Gold Lion". Here: "Gold Lion" is the paradigm of the album, his interpretation.
Karen O's voice is no longer stinging or stabbing has nothing to do with the acidity of the earlier work neurotic. Female caresses melodies and screams as well but is relaxed and basically sober. YYY's have escaped from New York punk ... you put three in the country. The harmony of the first syllables, melodies that are still searching for him, ergonomic melodies, covers the entire album (even in songs where you do not expect as "Mysteries" and "Phenomena"). I've read interviews with speakers Yeahs di una evoluzione “dalla rabbia al dolore”… onestamente credo che l’evoluzione abbia invece portato ad una catarsi… quest’album è la sorella maggiore del precedente. È terribilmente primaverile e a tratti spensierato (riesci ad immaginare gli YYY, spensierati?)… ti balla in testa… balla la testa e la nuca… ballo nella stanza. Gli YYY si sono puliti e cantano anche ninna-nanne (“Dudley”, “The sweets”, “Turn into”).
E le chitarre che si alternano e si incrociano a partire da “Gold lion” hanno anche il coraggio di essere pulite e ad alta fedeltà ed acustiche piuttosto che elettriche (davvero però le sento lontane the violence of "Date with the Night" ... for example). The high fidelity, the gestation of the songs almost entirely in the studio ... an album brood adult would say. The hint is that the Yeah Yeah Yeahs have made a second album in name and fact. I wonder how much they have lost the YYY from the first album or how much they earned, or rather as the first ... YYY still belong to the current ones. Show your bones, their "SHOW YOUR BONES". Maybe it's all the review here of the album. YYY's have washed your face with soap and sat before the harmless remains of ashes of the bonfire the night before. Maybe.
(Erik Chilly)

Saturday, April 1, 2006

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category: analogical local village

The Saturday market is internet more analog and quicker than I can take advantage of his mother, ever. The Sabbath is a day dedicated to the market ... and in my country is a practice that moves across the social economy, involving clandestine housewives and high school students, senators and husbands caring attitude.
My mom is part of the community, and the truth is an act of trust. It gives the market like a picnic or a holiday weekend. My mom does not issue shopping lists but it trails only decipherable to her: like bees. The logic is hidden and the hot spring powder weekly market drugs to people. Masses of people collide, "Permission", "Excuse me" is updated, spying, daring bids of almost medieval merchants, through the eyes of those who have suffered so many people from being able to tab the attitudes empirically and to provide voice and storyteller or Jester, the ruthless and arrogant boys, the summer sweat, and slogans league "stuff bbuona sjiòuraa", "€ a two, three five euro!"
My mom digs in robe used as a dog nose and pull the strings and as average prices and contracted for a kilo of oranges and knows the products of the merchants. My mother is fascinated by the market as a cigarette, and visit the stalls like a shipwrecked happy, as if they were web pages. It was the favorite links, and indeed I could well say that the favorite links replace the final shopping list. Just the vision of the stalls of confidence to feel the need to make a pair of tights rather than artichokes: John of "supporting American" (which I proudly presented this morning ... where my father is more jealous), cheese Lino ( I got one of those tubes chalky tasting Parmigiano ... as he did when I was 6, 7 and 8 years), Ciro's panties ... A village local analog. The local markets are rivers of information materials and goods and odors. Materials: you get dirty, you annoy, touch you and you exist.
markets are not the hall of the shopping centers.
(Erik Chilly)

Saturday, March 18, 2006

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product: COFFEE
category: only a cup of coffee?

Coffee (1) of mornings spent fumarci words. Coffee (2) of cold mornings, the winter cold, calm and composure, dress in layers and sweaters that do not rustle and s'appiccicano, misted glass and glass doors to the world for some coffee (3).
tear the bag with the words "sugar for energy" emptied in a few flakes of sugar on the saucer as the snow falls this morning is that granules.
Coffee (4) of lines with smiling eyes, to take the place of pursed lips and engaged in small sips of smiles. Coffee (5) long, icy smiles calmed and relaxed by small and hot coffee (6). Coffee (7) of good morning sleepy and go as he goes, coffee (8) nervous, anxious, asthmatic periods since perhaps too tachycardia due to too much coffee (9). Coffee (10) calls for coffee (11) as he chases another yawn and I humor him and I am addicted to chasing adrenal (coffee) ine in the legs and in the orbits. Coffee (12), coffee (13), coffee (14)?? And I'm 14 ... "Coffee is addictive ... I should write about my cups in this period. Even these four lines seem incomplete like a day with too much coffee. Plan. Basta. Plan. I need to catch my breath. Breath. Breath. Breath. Breath. The cold
fingertips touch me the eyelids, cheeks, lips ... it begins to age when they begin to be aware of his face. Meanwhile
appearance his face, slowly, in the service of today, while the spoon, rhythmic, turn dance step.
cup and saucer ... ... sugar ... coffee!

(Emile)

Sunday, March 12, 2006

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category: damned apnea

Hiccups by three, then four, * then 5, then * for six hours. Not with Tando * * * Yesterday evening I STRO * * ZZO zzato the singh in the pillow *. Asleep *. * * I can not even speak, write * to *, maybe a little '. 3 or seven hours of singhioz * * * zi with an average of one every 11 seconds *. This step goes crazy * * * as the scone temples * yo gurt. Suicide induced * sobs * you * suffocated in Mpie. * * Have you ever heard? Each asterisk is a
.* sigh * I think it's hysteria or C or maladjusted * * * sale or spring. Lecce ***** or cursed. What raises a sob * * * or the heck? I * heard * are * ia sleeping sickness or * laughter * sepp elliscono, but * sigh * every ten seconds at least ...
happen even * I * strange these days: a drunk day before yesterday ALTR * co * or * or has timbrat my nose with a punch * pe * holy * drog ato (as was commonplace at that time a pull Through the first crossover), the other night * l * Abbro upper * * is inflated as if he dared to kiss a Zanz * * ara. And two days or
*** sobs * and all I have attempted: seven consecutive shots of acq ua * rather than * apn and induced, a glass of lemon choked or cigarettes * * * and that could relaxes the muscles are . None. nothing *.
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(Erik the frog)

Monday, March 6, 2006

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category: turbo A romantic Velocifero

angry owl with powdered sugar whose wings tend to move away slowly, metamorphosis mix of clouds and now it is a crocodile today mountains of snow and then pop-corn. The rest is from heaven hang washing out to dry, to close your eyes and sleep after a picnic.
few days will drive a moped. A "Hello" Piaggio, in theory white (cream to old age), yet in hibernation. This summer I want to go in the campaign in the afternoon with a slight Velocifero and a bunch of grass tied to a yellow green. Slow, in the 70 speed was available to everyone and my dad with a "Hello" to woo my mom. Fast, but slowly ... and the efforts that the sports physician today gave my heart blown troubles.
Emigrate with the "Hello". My Miss-
galatina find facts in front of the door that will pick you up. I press the left thumb with a whistle of cicada and run away.
(Erik Chilly)

Sunday, February 19, 2006

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We present a pint liver in Swiss cheese ... the other half I can not tell me that is growing like a tumor in my temples and it sucks and offend someone.

Fist Kisses & hitz

Erik Bang bang man


prodouct: EMPTY BEAUTIFUL BABY DOLLS
category: hostess… for example

Quanto siete stupide, bambine.
Senza spina dorsale, ma con fianchi al caramello e cicatrici appendicite. Credete nell’indispensabilità delle relazioni. Nessuno è fondamentale alla vita di un altro. E io per di più non vi amo; che l’amarvi sarebbe l’unica eccezione al vostro essere prescindibili.
Avete la sincerità di un regista e il corpo di un’eroina sixties: per questo siete droga, per questo siete vane.
Siete singoli da top ten e avete l’ansia da prestazione, da applausometro.
Se vi ho citato qualche volta o mi masturbavo o contemplavo le vostre lentiggini o fumavo le vostre parole. Soltanto parole.
Siete pubblicità.
I do not believe in romance, more. It is not the romance that you choose. It is the simplicity.
The Teutonic simplicity that melts your pencils black eyes and your ridiculous fringes.
How much are you beautiful girls. Belle
only.
(Erik Chilly)

Monday, February 6, 2006

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prodouct: SNOW
price: not for sale no yuppie yyeyyeye
category: sugar beds down in the Streets

succulent white wire, white car with white crests, white patches.
snow falls from the sky without clouds white sheet. Falls like so many paper notes, such as butterflies drunk, like an army of white ants workaholic. It falls so fast to afford somersaults lopsided, but if you look a bit 'higher up seems slow and slow and you baptize.
The roofs of cars become ammunition for tanks and bombs metaphorical game back on the streets and children as well, and even the pine trees become silhouettes by the fingers of granite and large hands knead balls cut slices of white bread of angels from the sidewalks. The snow settles and waits, as me.
Noi bambini delle terre calde la neve la viviamo con il timore che finisca tutto il prossimo minuto e ne controlliamo il flusso con una premura intermittente ogni 10 secondi; come a voler ricaricare questo carillon. La neve è un conto alla rovescia perché la caduta della neve dura in media un’ora ogni anno nel nostro paese. Ché grazie alla mancata ratificazione del protocollo di Kyoto ogni anno dura di più. E quest’anno dura gia da tre ore e i fili per stendere i panni sono tre piste curve di zucchero in equilibrio.
3 o 4 anni fa l’auto per gli annunci megafonici “alla cittadinanza” regalò un giorno di riposo scolastico che nessuno riusciva a crederci e ridevamo isterici raccontandoci questa barzelletta to convince us. "The snow freezes the harvest" ... but I do not believe it when the snow gives to children, and farmers will also grandchildren. My father said that we would have to go out with the camera or get down on anything, everything seems muffled as the beds. And my porch is a skating rink and there will be at least 5 cm of snow (!!!) of flowers. Wind
white, white palace, the white road, white roof, white leaves, white lamps.
All white. And I laugh when I read this joke to convince me that George Bush made me this gift.
(Erik Chilly)

Friday, February 3, 2006

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I wish I could talk about the people that the last time you've seen, you never thought that would be the last time ever. I wish I could guess the words that we need to review the GO! TEAM or the last of the Strokes or the psychedelic in MORRICONE but I do not feel sufficiently expert and / or in love, happy to write a bunch of stupid girls but it would be useless to build a place for really. describe my new microphone, "you sing" PHILIPS or a tube of soap bubbles PUSTEFIX if I had the courage and enthusiasm; 1 , 2, 3 sites Carucci. But nothing that I can write.
post white noise. Post nothing like the rustling in the lo-fi recordings.

(Erik Chilly)



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RE_censimenti has turned 1 year, celebrated with a little 'far from the village census: Cristante, Television, Briolo Rubinos & ice cream.
January 26 is the birthday of RE_censimenti.
Hello.
(Erik Chilly)

Thursday, January 19, 2006

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product: COMPACT CASSETTE
category: materico soundtrack estinto

Io ascoltavo musica solo da musicassette.Che quando arrivarono i CD non riuscivo a capirne l’utilità.
Le cassettine erano tascabili e squadrate; i cd circolari e fragili. Non riuscivo proprio a farmene una ragione e non per conservatorismo tanto meno per nostalgia. Solo sintonia o affetto al massimo.
Le coincidenze hanno voluto che a partire da questa notte io abbia avuto due occasioni per “celebrare” un memoriale della musica materiale, quella ingombrante, fatta di vinile, quella sudata prima dell’acquisto e succhiata fino a consumare il nastro e gli angoli delle copertine.
Mi ricordo le musicassette… che appena entravo in macchina mi calavo il walkman con le cuffie di spugna ears, and I selfishly disposed between the window and break-beat. I had a crate for long trips and chose as wardrobe boxes for the trip.
always those which were then basically ... the music still had a weight and cost as much as a blank TDK.
The tapes are for me the hip hop or what I understand hip hop. "As Is", "From home", "Body and Soul", "Raining Angels," "Groundhog Day Capa" Roller in the mechanical reels and brains to the point that I knew instinctively seconds of silence between two tracks to the point who had no more sense of these texts (as they have more sense gingomme after an hour of teeth). At that point in the early morning hours I happen to sing under the lashing of the soap "hello". The songs are sung in the early morning are the most interesting psychologically, I think. Sometimes I woke up in my head Pausini. I think the songs are sung in the early morning are the most interesting psychologically
I remember the cassette, which was the key currency in the jam and "Gusto dopa in the sun, there were stalls full as those of Naples in the festivities, however, sounded in 4 / 4 and from the north. I still have the saliva of those visions kept under the skin. And the thrill of mail-order che contattavo dalla cabina telefonica per non gravare sulla bolletta e il contrassegno di Jhonny Street Production che era lo spacciatore di dosi hip hop in Puglia. Il catalogo Jhonny Street era fotocopiato e spartano di clip-art. Ma non eravamo pignoli, se suonava il postino… se avevamo le musicassette fresche tra le mani. Le cassette arrivavano a casa sempre (inspiegabilmente) il sabato insieme all’adrenalina e alle corse fino alla posta centrale che di sabato chiude a mezzogiorno.
Le cassettine venivano dopo le corse e le spese di spedizione.
L’ultima cassetta che comprai fu anche il mio ultimo investimento nel rap. Il demo di Aldo Smith con la copertina a stampa laser. La stampa laser mi sembrava irraggiungibile e garante di qualità.
(Erik Chilly)

PS: A settembre ho disseppellito alcune cassette di mio papà. Anche lui aveva una valigetta che da qualche decennio custodiva in silenzio Patty Pravo, i Creedence, gli Alunni del sole, due raccolte del tutto casuali di Fausto Papetti, Peppino di Capri che assomiglia a Frankie Hi-NRG, Love me Licia e i Wess2.