Route to nothingness

 Your kisses, like bunches of white grapes,

insinuated themselves into the brooklets of my heart

to soothe its hurting sorrow,

sliping deeply down into my womb

to dampen my hot fragile intimacy

untouched for so long.

What has been done of this strange sort of unexpected excitement,

that left me behind in full surprise? 

What about the unspoken words and unexpressed feelings?

Another astonishing childish pleasure,

broken off suspended in between,

another unanswered question,

another spike of madness

that let me dizzy and uncertain,

wobbling in my trembling footsteps

into the dark route to nothingness. 

Lastricate geometrie di sangue - Paved blood geometries

 

Lastricate geometrie di sangue

 

Vorrei sentire le tue dita, anziché le mie,

bagnarsi nel sangue mestruale,

risalire e imbrattarmi tutto il corpo

lastricandomi con strane geometrie il mio ventre sterile,

per arrivare a sfiorarmi i capezzoli

che trovano la tua bocca e la tua lingua

fino a infilarmelo tre le vermiglie labbra di fragola,

per farmene gustare il sapore amaro e salmastro,

per sentirti respirare e sospirare all’orecchio

erotismi arditi,

tra saliva e battiti,

tra pulsioni di amore e morte

che sospingono finalmente il tuo fallo nel mio antro

per scassarlo ripetutamente

con tutto l’impeto che possiedi

nelle vene e nelle viscere

e lasciare il marchio di una fugace appartenenza.

Paved blood geometries

 

I’d like to feel the touch of yourfingers, instead of mine,

dipping into my menstrual blood,

going up and dirtying all my body

paving with strange geometries my sterile womb,

until arriving to graze my nipples

that find your mouth and your tongue

until slipping it through my vermilion strawberry lips ,

to make me taste the bitter and saltish flavour ,

to hear you breathing and whispering to my ear

bold erotic words 

between saliva and heart-beats,

between pulsions of love and death

that finally push your phallus into my den

to reputedly break it up

by all the impetus you’ve got in your veins and in your guts

and to leave the mark of an ephimeral belonging.

Innocence....My new tattoo!!!

"P-P" - "Innocence"

Finished the 19th of November, 2021..."Tattoo's Way", Reggio Calabria, Italy

Pungenti piercings selvaggi - Stinging wild piercings

Stinging wild piercings

 

 Who knows if in this absurd sleepless night

I dwell again in your dreams....

If I flutter over your queer thoughts, and how...

I’d like to be able to give you away a handful of tenderness,

That could keep your heart warm,

in a numb’s embrace

delicate and sweet

as the perfume of our skins

intermingled with the harsh smoke of our challenges

and the rock of our contradictory wild perplexities

on which linger dreams of freedom,

stinging as piercing to nostrils,

sparkling as a multi-faceted diamond,

a little softly, with low voice, on the sly

a little shouted at the top at full lungs to the four winds

in a scream that explodes or implode yourself,

Ravaging and yearning,

that can kill you or kill...

I don’t know if will be left just a remembering

To get weird an inattentive memory

Or if we’ll have better occasions, more and more true and intense,

To keep on possessing each other

until the extreme consumptions of the soul and of the bodies,

to keep on quivering once again

of overwhelming and phagocytating emotions,

in which we lose ourselves, one in the other,

in which we sweep away everything, even ourselves,

to sow, spill out and spread around just and merely love...

 

Pungenti  piercings selvaggi

 

 Chissà se in questa assurda notte insonne

abito ancora i tuoi sogni....

se aleggio nei tuoi strampalati pensieri, e come...

Vorrei riuscire a regalarti una manciata di tenerezza,

che possa scaldarti il cuore,

in un abbraccio di nuvola

delicato e dolce

come il profumo delle nostre pelli

frammisto all'aspro fumo delle nostre sfide

e al rock delle nostre contraddittorie perplessità selvagge

in cui si adagiano sogni di libertà,

pungenti come un piercing alle narici,

brillanti come un diamante dai mille volti,

un pò sommessamente in sordina

un pò proclamate a squarciagola ai quattro venti

in un grido che esplode o che ti implode,

devastante e struggente,

che può ucciderti o uccidere...

Non so se resterà solo un ricordo

a stranirci una svagata memoria

o avremo occasioni migliori, sempre più vere e intense,

per continuare a possederci fino all'estrema consunzione

dell'anima e dei corpi,

per continuare ancora a vibrare

di emozioni fagocitanti e travolgenti,

in cui ci perdiamo l'uno nell'altro,

in cui spazziamo via tutto, persino noi stessi,

per seminare e spargere intorno solo e solamente amore...

 

Burlesque

 

Burlesque is a widespread theatrical phenomenon, involving remarkable social implications, brought back to the stage by new generations (“new burlesque”), craving for preciousness, exclusivity, grandeur and allure of Hollywood Golden Age stars and rétro cultural features, departing from that experience to actualize these kind of performances to contemporary days. These sparkling paradise pavilions in the black and hypnotic cradle of fiery shows keep on riding high the revenues of the industry, outshining the slot machines and the online poker touch screens. The differences with the past times are huge mainly for the upcoming of capitalism, the proclamation of the shared values of peace and democracy and of fundamental freedoms. While in the past burlesque was almost scandalistic and dealt with many troubles because of the protection of what is intended for public decency, or even obscenity, and it was not unanimously welcomed by the general public opinion, today is taking place a new version of this form of art, that rediscovering past theatrical traditions and ancient icons of femininity, is originally and personally interpreted to make it available for a new audience, sometimes stretching to the exaggeration and eccentric plays, careless of false taboos, Christian assumptions, social prejudices and sometimes ridiculous legal restrictions, going even beyond the disequality of gender, although these acts are mainly displayed by women, in an era in which the notion of transgression is outdated and the greatest scandal is to be homologated and traditional. In a capitalistic society that tends to forget individuality and cultural distinctions, seems to be a sort of defence and self protection of the identity plunging in the memory of facts for showing off a renewal of these kind of histrionic performances, emphasizing the role of the woman that exhibits herself transcendentally from time and space, dancing and acting in an illusionistic dimension of “eternal present” where “art is art”, following the motto: “Whatever you’re gonna be here…you gotta be in a big way!”.

Burlesque gigs represent someway an escape from reality. There is a redefinition of stage spaces and a marginalization of the role of the art director, as burlesquers often claim an independent artistic expression in about all aspects of the performance, rejecting any form of paternalistic and chauvinistic mentality and any leading thread, sometimes denying any form of attachment for slavish imitation of reality in the theatre.

Surfing the net, throughout social networks, websites, blogs, forums, such as pinupmodels.org, suicidegirls, 21st century burlesque magazine, often personal diaries of burlesque celebrities, starlets and wanna be models, what results is a general trend to be naked, rather than to be simple, as a psychological meaning of revealing themselves just the way they are, in their profession as in their personal life, passing by the updating or advertising of the latest burlesque revue or photoshoot, going further their weaknesses as well as their points of strength, their affectations, their whims, their contents ranging from their routine life things and happenings, such as the birth of the new nephew, last granma recipe, last bought garment, last photo and relating impressions, last memorable philosophy and cool quotations, to put in evidence all aspects of beauty, charm, sex appeal, unfolding their dreams and wishes.

They don’t pretend to be next door girls they’ve never been but they are the latest bulwark of true femininity, suspended in a dimension that stays between dream and reality. Obviously, it’s unleashed the exasperated individualism of our generation, if compared with the past decades, when it was more common conforming oneself to some “cultural trends”, in addition to a need of self-affirmation and an impulse to make a difference, accompanied by a crisis of common religious values, a flair for hedonism and narcissism, often occurring as a protest against stereotypes and social formats.

Lately, in fact, the new burlesque is no more inspired by political facts but is above all the nth attempt to astonish. These kinds of displays are not all artifice. The performers don’t want just to mesmerize their public with special effects! On the contrary, they start from the desire of showing what’s beauty in nature, in a demystified conceptualization of the body, daring an empowered independence through pure innocence and parody. Look out! Burlesque halls are places for open-minded people, free creativity and fun! Not everything is on stage necessarily belongs to the classical aesthetical parameters of beauty but it could be for certain aspects stinging and scratching, hovering over the concept of perfection (it doesn’t matter if you’re slim or fat, with one eye or three boobs, etc), all focused on the message they want to convey, not attaching importance on whether the acts will be displayed in a positive or in a Mephistophelian manner, sometimes representing a form of rebellion and subversion, always surrounded by a precious and detail-oriented scenery amazing to see.

Chewing over religious contexts, if we wanna talk of God, for the believers, or some sort of immorality pointed out by many Christian lobbies, the most widespread in western societies, often behind politics, getting a lot of money and lawyers, their opinion is that the body is a god’s gift, worthy of gaze, as all the other creations. Christians, as well as Jews and Muslims, denounced an outdated value of the lack of modesty, accused them to undermine the self-esteem of ordinary women, revendicated an aberrant patriarchic assumption of femininity (man is to god as woman is to man and man has the right to control woman body to preserve its lineage), declared that they could cause harm to married women, when instead these shows are often displayed also by married women, and are scandalized for their will to compete economically with men, on what dominion is founded the order of society in the Earth. They picket clubs for purposes of intimidation, distribute anti-club literature, block club entrances, photograph patrons and call their families, vandalize clubs. Sexual needs, blamed by these people, are out of this business and it always depends on the personal will, etiquette and professionalism of the dancers.

What should be impeded and regulated is not the way in which the artistic performances are expressed, grossly protected by the Charter, but what is obscenity, lewd, rowdy, the riff raff sometimes attracted by the clubs. The overlapping of written rules and jurisprudence decisions can’t ban exotic dances but can regulate it to death, sometimes arriving to make even impossible dances and theatrical movements (arriving to measure centimeters and restrict gestures), consequently restricting the freedom of expression, and risking to bother their patrons.

Finally, it could be deduced, as a psychological and socio-anthropological observation, that the evolution of this artistic phenomenon, harking back to the origins of the world, highlights an intention of the artists to distinguish themselves, a certain dose of rebellion, even in the impact the outfits themselves could have on the audience, often indulging in extravagances, mocking all that is austere and conformism. In certain occasions, it represents the state and the feeling of displacement, dispersion and disorientation of young generations, “the post-modern generation”, their wish of unchaining from family, institutions and any kind of patterned frameworks, that often impose rules but leave you in the shallowest solitude to face the uncertainties of modern times that is not so perfect as it said to be, not granting enough space to the Self and make you feel compressed and sacrificed on your intimate nature. The key factor of their success is that they put on scene what anyone wants to see, expressing a need to dismantle the false and redundant structures imposed, the prejudices and restricted mentalities, in a debate of what is normal and what is deranging. Does society start from individual or is the individual that has to follow, like a slavish dog, a society that doesn’t care about having an open ear for understanding and meeting his needs, leaving him no more than an endless precariousness. What would be the answer of governments? Repression? Limitations? What they really do for us? Giving rules, standards, prohibitions, rushing times to be respected at the mercy of common stereotypes? If the community doesn’t start from the individual, then, it's no more wothy to be called like that. By consequence also political representation (see my “Twilight of idols, liquid society and post-sovereignism” – crisis of nowadays representative system) lacks of meaning and, of course, would need reforms.

My book, "Kindergarters - Burlesque in Canada", wants to be a supporting manifesto for burlesque shows that have the right to be displayed and the long stories about the danger of harassment should finally have an end, as any woman should have the right to show off her beauty, intimate features and express her artistic vein, without being necessarily considered as a creature to be defended,  and could even be exposed to the gaze of the children, because the evil is in the gaze of the looker and there’s no ground for causing harm as these plays are performed in specific venues, often in a stylish and refined environment, and no one is obliged to pop into them. Generally speaking,  surveillance systems and body guards properly monitor and protect already the security of the dancers against pernicious customers or other dangers and the worries about the health of the performers are out of context, because the clubs are generally perfectly sanitized and cleaned. We don’t live in thriller or dark movies about drugs and aliens trafficking, women slavery and other crimes that could happen everywhere. Furthermore, mental and public disorders could arise from many heterogeneous sources, not for sure from free artistic forms of expression. For this reason, the zoning rules from churches and schools seem to be evidently unjustified in civil societies, as these venue should be equally distant from any other building. So, there’s no point in discriminating in such a way these places and exhibitions. As times change, the criterion resides in what is in your mind. What the government should regulate and protect is just violence and intimidation. The pursuit of economic purposes for sexual activities has nothing to do with burlesquers and pole dancers. Burlesque is all about sexy, not sex for money, and the main attraction of these performances is sensuality, seduction, illusionary promise, enchantment, metaphor and counterfeit intimacy through verbal and non verbal communication.

Law of attraction, put on evidence in these shows, but affecting every ordinary man, is a natural instinct of mankind, leading to perpetuate the species from generation to generation, and there’s nothing to be afraid of or to be criticized for displaying nudity, exalting beauty and personally and artistically interpreting original concepts of a femininity, that is not objectified, but naturally triggers fantasy and meets pure and sane desires.

These performances, often accompanied by high quality food and beverage services, have above all the intention of titillating senses, minds and all sources of pleasure and well-being by subtle theatrical scenes, taking place in perfumed and stimulating surroundings. It’s, in fact, finally scientifically demonstrated that their exhibitions have the power to activate and fertilize neuronal and sensorial mindsets and, just showing naked skin, dancing, moving, smiling, shaking, veiling and unveiling, they convey a reminder of our instinctual origins, turning back to the inner essence of natural life.

Oneiric dimension - The dreams: a place where to find the Spirit

I have a dream, an American one, of all equals, of beauty and whispers, of appealing sounds and preciousness, of boundless love and slippery artistical flows, of luxuriant culture and respect, of freedom and openness, of decontamination and pureness, of simplicity in the complexity. 

You can win or lose sometimes, triggering off a fight for its realization, starting revolutions and wars, getting to terror.

You can breath and follow ascensional currents that can lead to the oneiric dimension, made up of darkness,widely brightened by the moon in the company of the stars. 

The night is the perfect space in which the ticking of time lose its significance and become immanent and everything find space in the dialogue with the Universal Spirit that instill its Creative Energy, starting from thoughts, moving synapses, invading the heart and the senses and becoming action. It’s spoken a language that can be heard or not heard, transcendentally lingering on silence or in the sound, the rhythm, the music.

God exists and its essence is inside each of us. This is the dimension of dreams, of the connection, that can be dispelled in the daily struggles, in the conflicts, in the wars, risking to transform its nature, the good fight, if stuck in the struggle or lost in a confined delirium, in nightmare and destruction.

On them all depends: if you miss to achieve them, your body could get sick and face the death inside you and around the corner. Death of the bodies. 

The destiny of the soul would be instead just lost in a mystery, the same that has created life. 

The Spirit is mystery. The beginning and the endless destination. 

We should always search, within ourselves, a shelter to find it again in order to live forever. 

The main monotheistic religions, centred on the bodily death, on corporal and spiritual punishments, on the sense of guilt and affliction are the greatest sources of phobic indoctrinations that contribute to get humankind sick. 

In the aconfessional spiritualism resides the origin of the positive thinking.

Life's Blooms -Illustrations in poetry...the silent side of beauty" - BN Editions 2021

 

It's now online the brand new 2021 BN edition of "Life's Blooms .Illustrations in poetry...the silent side of beauty", my bilingual (Italian - English) illustrated book of poetries!  ($ 28)

Enjoy the reading!

Life's blooms: Illustrations in poetry...the silent side of beauty by Paola Canale | NOOK Book (eBook) | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)

Always in me

So unbelievable moments have starred my path.

My endless story starts with you,

Sparkled in glam, preciousness and glittering spills of magnificent liquid emotions,

All become so natural,

Flows through the spikes of dirtiness and triviality

Let’s slip away together in a soapy way,

In a smart dumbness.

Not eager to know

What about we are unaware

Simply giving ourselves to the rest of the world or,

 more importantly, to ourselves…

We don’t need to break anything.

If you look to make a crack out, you’ll never find it!

What do you mean for love?

Freedom or lightness?

Simplicity or selectivity?

For me all these.

Get together once forever…

I don’t need anything else for sinking deeply in what I look everyday

And  doesn’t exist anyone else I’d want to stay with…

I could be complete by the strength of my imagination

or a picture of you, pinned on the wall, always besides me,

bringing you in all my works, my books, my pictures, my dreams,

our music, art, poetry,

even virtual dimensions, stuck in the middle between fiction and reality,

lulling between dreams and facts,

in the searches about societal affairs,

seeking truths, unveiling scandals, helping to find solutions

in an attempt to build a better world for all and sheding lights on it…

but all I miss is your fire,

The only one I want…

No distinctions anymore, by now, between nights and days,

Time has been deleted,

Along with moon, sun, stars…

We just are two alone entities…

You, my sweetest and great first love, have been the only one for me.

I’m wondering why I look for more than this.

Queer ephemerous laws of attractions…

I’m already lucky for that!

Plenty of people who’ve never known what it means indeed

and maybe will never met it.

I wouldn’t have to lose that great perfection, the highest I had,

Let’s keep on climbing the tide.

Your body is in mine,

Let’s feel at unison all the love of the universe,

In a single infinite breath, in a special atoll,

Surrounded by gorgeousness and uncontaminated nature,

Smelling perfumes,

Plunging in all the brightness life can give,

One on each other,

We have the same sound.

Your big eyes pierce mines,

Darkness is in me

and everything’s right.

Just now I feel good and there’s anything else around me…

Classy wild our moods and ways of being

Let’s step together the star-way of a glorious, wondering and staggering eclipse,

Crumbled in suffering and wondered by marvels and beauty.

Would you skip in it with me?

Not worthy burning in obnubilating ashes,

Much  more fulfilling entirely in love.

We don’t like stones nor dogs…

At least I’ve had too much of this clumsy and fuzzy stuff.

Like the naīvest, flowery and gipsy hippies

 we’ve always believed in free love,

always faithful to our reciprocal feelings.

No reasons to be jealous

About other stories or orgasms could normally happen.

We would end up buried in a box.

All my wish is to get a chance of lingering with you,

Hand in hand,

 side by side,

 sweeping way our tiredness,

Detached, in our lunar river bed to dig in it some kind of rest and peace,

retrieving our souls…

We already fuck together…

I don’t want a father of my children,

Not a toddler by long time,

Not even babies at all for myself.

I’d rather prefer to be a kind of cherishing fairy of all world’s kids,

Enchanting them by my grace,

And hotly filling them with the love and comfort I can give to them,

Dressing them of warmth and softness.

I wanna stay pure as in those days.

I’d do like looking further or beyond anymore,

I don’t hide to be scared sometimes about sliding in shallow sadness,

Totally deprived of hope.

Even if I could look inside my freaky soul to find you there, irreplaceable,

You know it’s not the same.

I’m afraid to smash myself deranged.

I could never help loving you,

though broken out because you’re not here

And not being possible to predict if we could meet each other again.

Finding parts of you and our happiness in every “love affairs” I had

Have never completed the puzzle.

No one is you.

Projections, abstractions,

Exaltations and delusions…

Whit regret maybe it will happen again in other chameleonic forms

Or the pieces finally will fit.

I will catch you sun.

From you I come and I go.

        Turn me out.       

     

                                              The Doors - Blue Sunday - YouTube                                                                                     

 

 

"Kindergarters - Burlesque in Canada" - Barnes and Noble editions, 2021

In vendita su Barnes and Noble l'edizione 2021 del mio e-book "Kindergarters - Burlesque in Canada" ($ 18)

On sale on Barnes and Noble the 2021 edition of my e-book "Kindergarters - Burlesque in Canada" ($18)

Kindergarters: Burlesque in Canada by Paola Canale | NOOK Book (eBook) | Barnes & Noble® (barnesandnoble.com)

 

Music and beauty

Music and beauty are in the eyes/ears of your mind...mediatic or mediumistic visions? 

keep on filtering?

     

Lusty precious chalice

It's night

I release all the frictions of the stress and the adrenaline from my body,

I unleash the tiredness...

while you surprise me licking slowly

the dew flowing from my dionysiac chalice

preciously inlayed of gems...  

I'm already come

'cause you're the greatest source of my pleasure...

after having waited for you

and this astonishing and shivery moment,

satisfying your utmost sweet, warm and wild craving desires

tightly enclosed in a soft muffled embrace

projecting you in the stardom of ecstasy

making you plunge in the tantalizing nectar of the fertile abundance of my sexual needs of you...

I'm an angel with a cunt on fire...

Immortal evanescence... 

https://youtu.be/5anLPw0Efmo

The voyage - Il viaggio

  

  

                                                                       The voyage

Everything has an alpha and omega

Cycling over and over again

In an ever ending loop

That never stops.

I fly away

Leaving all behind me

Taking care not to leave traces in this golden sand

Feet of numb

To start another voyage,

To dream another dream,

To reconnect me to the other faces of reality.

Open your heart,

Lose yourself in the mystery of the night,

Unchain in pureness the power of your soul

Under the moonshine.

Slip in your unconsciousness.

Leaving to not return is not like going away.

Voyaging means never arriving

though you could never come back so far as from yourself.

     The destiny of the voyager is sailing the unknown

      While the others stay still on the coast.

    

      Il viaggio

 

Ogni cosa ha un’alfa e un’omega

Che scorre ciclicamente

In un loop infinito

Che non si arresta mai.

Volo via

Lasciando tutto dietro di me

Facendo attenzione a non lasciare le mie impronte su questa sabbia dorata,

piedi di nuvola,

per iniziare un altro viaggio,

sognare un altro sogno,

riconnettermi alle altre facce della realtà.

Apri il tuo cuore.

Perditi nel mistero della notte.

Togli in purezza le catene al potere della tua anima

Sotto il bagliore lunare.

Scivola nella tua incoscienza.

Partire per non tornare non è come andar via.

Viaggiare significa non arrivare mai

Benchè non potrai mai ritornare da più lontano che da te stesso.

Il destino del viaggiatore è navigare l’ignoto

Mentre gli altri restano ancora a riva.

    

World scratches

Maybe coming out my International Affairs blog: "World scratches" - Updates, analyses and simple reflections on International Law, Human Rights and Global Affairs.

Dreams pusher - Spacciatore di sogni

 

Dreams pusher

 

Dreams pusher

Higher than me

That star a heart of cobalt

as the sea that, audacious, we plough across,

in the gloomy days

as in those blinding of sunshine,

as pilgrims,

as gypsies…

Foreigners everywhere…anywhere…

citizens of ourselves

belonging just to the universal language

of an overclass emotion,

glue of the byzantine mosaic of the diversities,

that widely divaricates the infinite spaces of the imagination.

Sensitivities elected

to cross the walls of conformism,

guides in cruising

from the narrow logic of the contingency

to the impalpable ways of the heart.

 

Spacciatore di sogni

 

Spacciatore di sogni

Più alti di me

Che costellano un cuore di cobalto

Come un mare che, audaci, solchiamo,

Nei giorni più foschi

Come quelli accecanti di sole,

Come peregrini,

Come gitani…

Stranieri in ogni e nessun luogo

Cittadini di noi stessi

Appartenendo solo all’universale linguaggio

Di una ricercata emozione,

Collante di un bizantino mosaico delle diversità,

Divaricatrice degli infiniti spazi dell’immaginazione.

Sensibilità elette

Per travalicare i muri del conformismo

Guide nel traghettamento

Dalle ristrette logiche del contingente

Verso le impalpabili vie del cuore.