"P-P" - "Innocence"
Finished the 19th of November, 2021..."Tattoo's Way", Reggio Calabria, Italy
"Blog of Art, Poetry and Enterteinment"
Sunday, November 28, 2021
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...
Friday, October 1, 2021
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.
Wednesday, September 22, 2021
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.
Wednesday, September 8, 2021
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!
Tuesday, August 31, 2021
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
Friday, August 20, 2021
"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)
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