Sunday, August 16, 2009

Witty Message On New Baby Arrival

Who the laurel and the myrtle? A lot. Indeed, all those

LI POVETI ISTA ROMAN
.
Sappho de bborgata,
Mimnermo de Testaccio
Bbodelér der Zalario,
How much hard er Carvario

heart microphone 'n face.
P oesia? Poesiaccia:
in the square pe 's the Verzi
them diverzi,
and' I'm changing
er er there is political on 'guadambio.
And that arthro Verzi: c omizi, posters, proclamations, herring: (1)
curtura is the 'n z alamo co strings attached.
P'er people cojonazzo
who also co j 'artoparlanti
understood nun ce' n shit.
Disco but Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti, Ccorso
the aveveno already, and they were ahead,

were er Word, co 'all the saints.
But who will have been! Three of ttanti. You put them
poetante

histamine Romana?
were many, but just so many.

Li mejo parasintattici,
metagrammatici,
polysemantic
poetante.
arthrography and that the Word:

eren verb adverb and saying
and
were je 'n mustache at all. S
ì, laugh, laugh, t and remember them the readings?

There was also Coso, quer poveta melted
Mann fuck a closed fist. And who has not understood there
noffink
applauded the same Alegre

to that time was to use.
What ttempi.
er Against Power? A ccorno:
je ar very rubbed Government
in Rome Fusse a state or winter.
For, as saying Poveta er, the curtura
is' n Zalama bought
Uffo
(2)
by spartisse between ttanti.
Therefore, Taja which is red.
(3) A
who er er laurel and myrtle? At all.

.

NOTES 1. Oral argument. The Roman habit of eliminating double plays joke here.
2. A credit. But here: On behalf of everyone, ie the public.
3. Implication: the watermelon. It means "a godsend" and a "Bengodi (see GGBelli).

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

When Cats Put Their Paw On You

blurb!

Notes on a stage ... By Lorenzo
Banchini
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I'll be back after six months of absence on this blog, to report a major innovation: Quo Vadis Bank became a book, I realized that you can buy (I do not even dream that I do, but I'll try it same ...) by clicking on the image above. If you decide to buy a copy, you can choose the type of cover you want, and in a few days at home will receive a copy of the blog in the shape of a book.
Books aside, the last six months since I have seen committed (just) with the study, and a little 'round the world in a couple of trips, none other than New York and Sicily. I even found time to flash a visit to Rotterdam, during which I greeted Harrie departing for China, and worked a couple of days to review Waacs over with so much pleasure to be friends that this remarkable city. I could not spare me to go in front of my former home, to let me attack by memories and nostalgia, but then I decided not to look too far back, and going to discuss the possibility of my return in Holland. Possibility that the study would see very positive, and therefore do not rule out that next year my work experience abroad has a following, and this blog will return to its original activity.
In the meantime I'm enjoying the memories, carefully collected in the book above.
soon.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Sophos Savi Not Supported

Poetry metasemantica

Girl contortionist in Ulan Bator (Mongolia). E ' Clearly you are bored: "This damned circus never happens nothing wrong," seems to mean. Who knows, out of arguments, a critic of theater or dance that could sostenre that the child is an act of protest, rather, a stunt metasemantica.
...
Oh, Nanton, Nanton, because you Ritelli?
SIRTA diffuses the light and its travanni
blavin took over the irtallo. Down in the
Truini Trufa topogo
el'afio Sgueglia emolle the trigorago.
See? One had to mEDRA Stelmi
and you lived with Bisetto by alife. So what?
The quispolone Tisa and now serves,
el'oporino, of course, awaits the martegallo. How
Visaggio, eh, how many Visaggi? As if the
tormo el'irca you stink!
Listen to me: lurpa disputes and metals
quemolare And no more.

.
I dedicate this composition to metasemantica Fosco Maraini (see my first comment) and the great future of the past, indeed, not to offend anyone, the great traditionalist of the Future.

Monday, March 30, 2009

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Cruella, virago to tease

I had seen throw on the run from the bus
rush hour
with plastic poses, gliding,
paratrooper from real life,
maenad screaming and arrogant
beautiful and ignorant.
.
commanded a troop of Maneschi
lost youths
perhaps secretly bred
in remote antropocèi
with brusque and grotesque
virile arrogance
learned about in movies or westerns Legion
third vision.
.
I recognized two decades later,
the other day,
in front of a local rock music
wrapped tight in black shiny
slit apparent groin
and mound forward,
jump with a bike Running
in rush hour traffic
with plastic poses, gliding, like a real skydiver
of life among a cohort of dolichocephalic
hair cut Brush
wonder drugs stupid awesome.

Batss In Christmas Trees

Wines and Oils

Imagine if Osteria del Falcone
me mingling with the old ward.
But yesterday among the many I liked quite a nonsense
and again:

.
Man is the wine and the woman is the oil,

repeat of the Osvaldo Urs
slamming the cards on the table.

.
Strange, I would say the opposite, I say.

You, responds without looking at
'I guess a one:
Like wine, the old man is bono

if bono.
Like oil, the new woman is more bona,
if it is hot.
.
And if it is bad? application, the prick. God
seats, Osvaldo
ago, will never hear the years.

Monday, March 9, 2009

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The more Leopardi

foolish nurse, unaware of brilliant minds,
to offer the wicked Jack wings
a sorbet of wild brambles rude
of "the fence that prevents me."
.
But rather than invoking between plants illogical lookout
could not obtain in a humble bench?
But then I give my heart made sweet.
"It is sweet to shipwreck in these more".

. .
Leopardi, you know, it was very tasty. Last fall, enjoying a cup of blackberries with lemon, whipped cream, I went out with one of my usual jokes or paraphrase: "It is sweet to shipwreck in these more". And I wrote a note. Now I've found and I wanted to build on, cold, a satire, a history, justifying it. So, as you imagine in an iconoclastic (as I am a great admirer of the poetry of Leopardi and intelligence) that this madness, that fake printing error, could also be a reason.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

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That white Beetle convertible is now pear

Just Married
said the cartel.
He peeled
and middle-aged
her plump,
laughing and with the bouquet,
wonder if paper
or piquet,
in white Beetle convertible. with driver.
Que sight!
.
was Sunday morning and I was jogging by Leo IV and then direct the Gianicolo at Villa Pamphili. A pathetic little wedding procession behind a small white Volkswagen convertible - maybe he and her Polish Russian middle-aged - drew my attention to a traffic lights. My heart sank. Even the cynical satire there is a limit. And maybe they were like in the picture footage of an agency! And, of course, looking the picture that many agencies have discovered that she was born to be the most popular and poor as a cheap convertible car from the ceremony. He also asked that idea of \u200b\u200b"classic cars" or "ceremony cars" could have the two poor newlywed, plump, elderly and laughing. Those who had chosen, perhaps Polish, who knows what he had desired a VW on the rare occasions that he had worked in Germany as a young man. And now, although certainly more modern car, at the time chose to marry a young man that had made us dream freedom. I was moved. Well, 'you would not believe, imposed censorship on my satire: it was light and graceful.

Monday, January 19, 2009

Mounth And Bladetrainer



Everyone is just the heart of the earth
pierced by a ray of sunshine:
and is now pear.

.
Solitude, says the poet himself, perhaps a garden or a wall apart. That 's where youth distress seeks its fast, intuitive (that sudden flash ...), deceptive therapies. Drugs? You just wonder if you can not.
But there is interpretation less dramatic, more futile. The usual single desperate and eternal diet. A sunny day, breakfast on the terrace: salad, bread crumb. It comes, alas, all too soon, the moment of fruit.