Numero 9

I haven't been writing here for ages!
University totally absorbed every single drop of free time.

But I enjoy it! ^_^

Remember how I was desperate before starting it, thinking I would have become a "respectable, snobby, stuck up girl"?
People are ok, some of them are really snooty, (especially girls) but some of them are really nice people.
They all wear really cool stuff, most of them are quite rich. I'll never understand those who wear Hogan shoes though... I find them so ugly!
Well, basically all I do is spending my time with the "right people"... the nice ones :) teachers are great and so are the studies and I can easily conciliate my dreamer side with the strict personality of the subjects.

Well, got to go. I have to be out of the house in... mmh 30 minutes. And I'm still in my jammies!

I know it's late now, but still I want to link a documentary made by my friend Lorna about the Berlin wall. It's really stirring.
Watch it and be ready to cry.... bye.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ygkAz-ljkA

Numero 8 - Sylvia Plath

Name: Sylvia Plath
Profession: Poet



LADY LAZARUS


I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it--

A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

A paperweight,
My face featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?--

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot--
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart--
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash--
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there--

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr god, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

Numero 7

Name: Marco Travaglio

Profession: Journalist

Age: ?

This man is legend!

He's one of the best journalists ever in Italy, and it's really rare for those who work in the politics field to emerge when they are so young.

The demonstration against censorship the 3rd October was amazing... if you've ever been in Rome you'll know for sure Piazza del Popolo: it's a huge square very close to the Spanish Steps. Well, that square was so full of people that I couldn't even walk toward the middle as I was totally squeezed in the border.

Students were screaming with megaphones in their hands, big provocative banners were constantly waved by untiring guys.

On the white stage arranged for the occasion, famous italian singers, actors and journalists were announcing their dissense about Berlusconi's politics.

A few time ago the newspaper "La Repubblica" asked to our prime minister 10 questions. Here I'll report the most interesing ones:

- When and where were you introduced to Noemi Letizia (a young girl that apparently calls him "daddy", and who is suspected to be one of his "lovers") and do you frequent more under age girls?

- What's the reason for which you lied for two months giving to the media 4 different explenations about how did you know Noemi?

- Don't you think it's weighty that you rewarded with candidacies the escort girls that called you "daddy"?

- You were with a prostitute the night of the 4th November, and many girls have come to your house. Did you know they were prostitutes?

- Your behaviour contraddicts your politics: could you still partecipate to the Family Day or sign a law that punish a prostitute's cusotmer?

Berlusconi never answered to these questions, but brought action against them and the whole newspaper.

Numero 6

Today I have the pleasent sensation of feeling the future in my hands.
Uni is going to start in a week.
I have been enjoying Spetember doing nothing, a part from writing and occasionally helping my parents with houseworks.
I don't know why am I so enthusiastic about starting my new life. All my friends miss alredy the old one, the times back to high school, when we could be as silly as we wanted without having any real responsibility. Maybe it's because I am going for the first time to take choices for myself only. I've always hated planning, but now I can't stop thinking about myself one day, in five or six years, with a good degree and the same stong will of helping people with my job.
It's not going to be easy, that's why I am afraid that all this enthusiasm will collapse veeery soon, at the sight of big, thick books lying on my desk.
I have problems in concentrating. It often happened, when I was in high school, that even if I enjoyed the subject I was studying, suddenly I found myself staring at a vague point outside the window. Maybe I wasn't born to be a diligent student, maybe I was born to be an artist.

I don't believe in the concept of justice, even though I am going to study law.
The fact is that justice is not a universal principle, but a human invention, which is necessary only inside the society, that is when human beings decide to join each other and create a convenient community.
Everything can be right as long as be wrong, to the universe's eyes.
Sometimes it feels like nothing is worth it, sometimes it feels like we have to put efforts in what we do in order to give sense to our senseless life.

Numero 5 - Baby Art

Name: Trevor Brown
Profession: Artist


You may hate this artist as long as you may love him.
His name is Trevor Brown, and he's callously cruel with his characters! Give a look to his pictures, and you'll find pretty, innocent babydolls being dismembered, hanged, punched, raped, teared to pieces in a terrific, sadic show.
I personally love his art, even though sometimes I find it hard withstanding for long to some of his images. Blood, violence, nazi swasitkas and women masturbating themselves. Genial ideas and great ability in painting, but I can't help it, I am one of
those bigoted persons that supports the good characters in movies and likes happy endings!
Trevor Brown anyway is a genious but not a deviated mind! He affirms that the cruelty of some of his ideas in fact derives from a marked irony. That's what I like most about him, maybe because it's a quality (or anyway a whole way of seeing things) completely different form mine.

I saw this picture (the one on the right) on an exhibiton in Rome, and I was really, really striked by the originality of the whole idea.
The irony is probably hidden behind the raspberries! You watch the picture and you're like: "Oh my GGGod, there's blood running on her mouth!!!!", but then you suddenly realize it's just raspberry juice, and immediatly relax and smile. Since I have a huge passion about Japan, I also can't help beeing a big supporter of all those artists who take inspiration from that magnificent country!
Here's the link of his site, give it a look and be ready to laugh/cry/being in love/being disgusted by the genial, creative art of this man!


http://www.pileup.com/babyart/

Numero 4 - Twiggy

Name: Twiggy
Profession: model
Height: 1,67
Weight: 43 Kg

She was the first woman ever to wear a miniskirt. Actually, miniskirts were invented right for her character, to suit her "skinnyness".

Although there are different kinds of beauty, and women with generous curves should never ever doubt of their luck, I don't agree with those people who find her ugly because of her "twiggy" body...

Numero 3 - Revolution!

Looking forward to join the demonstration against censorship the 3rd of October...

Numero 2

Indignation.
I don't think it would ever happen abroad, in a country that is considered by the constitution and the public opinion a "Democratic Republic".
Not in a civil country, not with educated people.
But it did, it happened.
Censorship. I think that's the right word to use, when your prime minister doesn't want newspapers, tv channels, any media to talk about his own mistakes.
The Tv program "Ballarò", which has never namely liked Mr. Berlusconi, was deleted to cede its place to "Porta a Porta" (litterally: "Door to Door") whose our beloved prime minister was the principal guest. He first started to talk about Abbruzzo, the italian region where a terrible earthquake destroyed the city of Pescara just this summer. He said it was completely reconstructed thanks to the brand new system he personally invented: an exchange of turns among the builders so that they could work even during the night! He's always had the sad habit to make shine every single idea he plans, even though they are the scabbiest and the most common ever. I mean, any IDIOT would have established that in case of emergency builders and volunteers should have worked also during the night with an exchange of turns. But Mr. Berlusconi-I-am-your-God has got a special faculty to make himself the genious of the year.
The worst is ready to come. Soon the Abbruzzo topic revealed itself for what it really was: a promotion for himself and his party.
And he deleted for one night the enemy Tv program to be sure that in the whole country nobody would have heard a word against him! It sucks, it violates the natural rights of a Democracy.

I don't want my future to grow up here.

Someone help us, please!

Numero 1

Rain.
September.
Depression.
In my country September is commonly seen as a start. It's the month in which students come back to school, shops open again from their long holiday, life spreads its lazy wings to a new, speedy cycle.

This is my first year doing nothing in September.
University will start in October, and I am ready to loose the small, tiny bit of personality that still lies in me, to become a "respectable" person into our hypocritical society.
Law.
Nobody likes people who study law, and maybe I don't like them either. Maybe I'll become exactly the person I don't want to be.
But when I went to university to get information, one of the teachers said something that made me think. He said that if we read the newspapers everyday and have critics to make to our politics, opinions about our society, then it's going to be "a seed growing into a fertile ground". Because Law doesn't actually work, at least in my country.
Well, I get angry with the newspapers everyday.
Our Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi makes join the elections only those girls who spend the night with him, and all the shit he does is censured as he owns most of the tv channels.
Vatican keeps on locking the doors of progress.
Immigrants are accused and treated everyday as the worst scabby criminals on earth.

Yeah, I do have critics to make to our society.
I don't want to study law to become a rich, selfish person. I do want things to change, but avoiding the ugly face of our system in order to protest won't actually help.

I chose to ride the wave.