"Jimmy knew the secret of the bar." The creaking of the doors was one of them. The appicicaticcio alcohol tables and counter the inevitable ingredient. A bartender with unkempt beard and unbuttoned shirt. A bartender no longer young showing her charms and her breasts and an expert in her hair missing that caress the sinuous neck in locks wet with sweat. Inside a hot smell of menthol cigarettes and hair lotions aged. Lotions. But the secret one, the most sacred and genuine, the customer is essential. To identify post-modern form, space, and commodify the mystical figure of salvation for humanity that is the man to the bar. Angular faces and unique actors that could fill the world cinema. Stories mystical and earthly, secular newspaper of that crowd in the ceremony of bar, with more blood to the body of Christ, to them, wiping the blood with blood, and cleanse the body with other bodies. Among the tables heavy elbows drunk, sports newspapers, local newspapers and playing cards, the age are lost among the scents of rum and beer. And Jimmy, Jimmy knew the secret of the bar, so well that the door of paradise bar "Toilette" was framed in a plaque that sacred phrase: "Jimmy knew the secret of the bar." It was a strange boy for the job, or rather, who disdained the company and the vices of the patrons, but he did it his way. With his bushy mustache, Usually sitting at the bottom of the table. Ordered an average arrived sat, pulled down a long draft, looked around, took his notebook and began to write, but so, with a naturalness that, as if he were playing cards, wrote, drank and talked with us, joking , lived and wrote the bar. Who knows Jimmy, now has written a novel about the stories on those crazy drunks, old people who read the newspaper on the sports, or drinking on the bottom. Or maybe who knows all that material will be used for one of those modern things, material from blogs.
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
What Will Be Of Value In 200 Years
Dr. Franker The Secret of Betty La Talpa
In the darkened room of dr. Franker a dusty beam of light illuminated a chipped tile on the floor. The dark and suffocating heat requires a need to hibernate in windows and blinds. Lying on the bed dazed and weary of nothing, dr. Franker dripping from his belly bare and sweaty. The only sound audible over his labored breathing was the fan that ran continuously in the apartment. Dr. Franker thought here is an emblematic image of life. A headlong chase nothing sweating on a bed. Cells lying on the world without grace. Dust, odor and sweat on the floor of beaten earth. It was at that very moment the phone rang. The dr. Franker waited a bit 'before you answer, it appeared that that phone ringing give yet another explanation for the chaos of life. A continuous unspoken expectation. First study investigating franker with whom I speak? - A woman's voice on the other end of the line uttered something unintelligible - mufuauff! vuofhham! - How? - Continued Dr. Franker - with whom I speak? - Emm excuse me I had forgotten to remove the gas mask, are said Betty La Talpa. - Hello Betty - said dr. Franker without enthusiasm - A fair wind? - Dr. franker, only she can help me - What's the problem? - It is the engineer Karagoriki face a walrus. Suddenly
In the darkened room of dr. Franker a dusty beam of light illuminated a chipped tile on the floor. The dark and suffocating heat requires a need to hibernate in windows and blinds. Lying on the bed dazed and weary of nothing, dr. Franker dripping from his belly bare and sweaty. The only sound audible over his labored breathing was the fan that ran continuously in the apartment. Dr. Franker thought here is an emblematic image of life. A headlong chase nothing sweating on a bed. Cells lying on the world without grace. Dust, odor and sweat on the floor of beaten earth. It was at that very moment the phone rang. The dr. Franker waited a bit 'before you answer, it appeared that that phone ringing give yet another explanation for the chaos of life. A continuous unspoken expectation. First study investigating franker with whom I speak? - A woman's voice on the other end of the line uttered something unintelligible - mufuauff! vuofhham! - How? - Continued Dr. Franker - with whom I speak? - Emm excuse me I had forgotten to remove the gas mask, are said Betty La Talpa. - Hello Betty - said dr. Franker without enthusiasm - A fair wind? - Dr. franker, only she can help me - What's the problem? - It is the engineer Karagoriki face a walrus. Suddenly
Dr. Franker awoke, the highest in the pulsating heat of hell. Nightmare chasing him, the vision of Betty La Talpa and his respiratory masks and that other fellow, the engineer Karagoriki face a walrus and his mania for the edges of the shirts. It was the same dream that the cycle is making his way in the twilight of his mind and that reduced Dr. franker in that state of hell. What did it mean anything? Who were these monsters in his mind? What were looking for?
He rose slowly from the couch opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water, drank it all in one gulp. Ahhh!
He looked confused and saw his photo degree dusty. Thirty, her at his side, with her beautiful smile and natural. And the shirt with the image of Marilyn. I know I know, she's calling me, but what the hell ... I can not take, I can not ... I can not Betty!
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Unhandled Exception 0040e439
dare the impossible
" ... and now look on the bad reputation the boundless desires the need for the infinite. Refines feelings refines the feelings, transgresses transgressor rituals rituals .. . "
By now we should already be in front of the factory. We have to move. Wipers obsessive like a metronome mark the beat of the drum machine made in CCCP. We have to move shit. At this time the swift is already there in front. The situation is now sparkling. The putrid and stagnant air begins to boil. The dead come back to sing. Here we are, fortunately, the gates are still available. We enter the cord factory worker recognizes us, "yet another bit 'and entered directly with the cops." The Assembly has already begun, we are waiting for the "world news". The air is in turmoil. On their faces wrinkled, nervous, sweaty, on those clear eyes and deep fatigue, now shines agonizing happiness libertarian. "Comrades, Take heed that you will never go from here back. The situation has arisen, does not pose alternatives. We did not choose this battle, this battle going on for years, decades, even centuries. It's up to us to do that part in the game, that's cannon fodder or resistant. In more than 30 years these pigs that have both robbed of everything, all our rights, all of our safeguards, they asked only ever produtività, with the first piece, then removing the escalator, and then they invented the precariousness, flexibility, Where companies have outsourced our pay less to have greater access to other poor bastards. In these 30 years the social divide between rich and poor has increased dramatically. While we, while the poor people, ordinary people, workers families, have seen losing their purchasing power, their wages, have lost their jobs, while young people have seen the clear horizon of their future through the specter of insecurity. Very few scoundrels have stolen countless riches. Our wealth, masters, building speculators, managers, financial speculators. That have filled my head for 30 years of crap, on globalization, on the market, all on the possibility of becoming rich easily, shit! It was just their propaganda to make us work harder and to enrich them anymore. Now the pigs have caused this terrible crisis, through their bag of tricks, because gentlemen, this is a systemic crisis, not bad apples. In these years we did not have the money to buy their phones, their DVD, their decoder, their homes, their plasma TVs, and then they sent it all with debt, debt on debt, the crisis has run moved in time has run and inflated. And now these pigs want to make it pay us the crisis, now they want us to do the sacrifices sacrifices sacrifices ... I'm fucking! To whom should we sacrifice them sti? For banks? To the masters? for the capitalists? To give even more money in this pig? That have broken my balls on the open market for decades, the state must not intervene, the state bad, privatization! And now? Now they have lost all our money on slot machines go crying to mama was to ask for help, and mom was doing? He says right now is asking a bit 'of sacrifices to my subjects, workers, families ... the beasts of burden! But now friends say no! The crisis pay them! See what they did in Greece, speculators have played with Greek titles derailing the state, and now to pay those debts Europe instead of buying all their titles and save the speculation that it? acts as the lenders, makes him a loan. And what does that mean? It means that European banks have lent money at a rate of interest to Europe, Europe has provided them to Greece for a higher rate to pay the interest of speculation. At the end of the lap Greek workers will pay the speculators. Dear Lord this is the crisis. But now we say enough! You know why? Do you know why it happens and it happened? Because in all these years we have not had any workers representation. We have not had any force. We workers are not counted as a dick in the class struggle and we were the losers. We got drunk and television anti-politics, hatred of the foreigner, to the poorest, wanting to win scratchcards. This is enough. Now we need to organize, everywhere, must be one great strength, social and political piegeherà no more! "The speech was a great driver caught between his colleagues, the disastrous results of such nefarious policies, combined all'ignobile rottenness of Italian politics and the government did the rest. From the microphone make my name. I head firmly. "Comrades, the situation throughout the region and throughout Italy is revolutionary. An awareness so strong and so wide he had never seen before. They are everywhere now days that follow each other occupations of factories, schools, offices, municipalities, provinces, regions, television, newspapers, radio. Even a private hospital has been occupied by medical personnel and said he was willing to treat any wounded during the fighting for free. The air we breathe is that of a lit fuse that runs silent before the bang. Now the important thing is to stay calm, decisive and firm. Employment the national production system, is an advanced point of struggle. It represents a revolution in fact no need to take the Winter Palace. There are decision-makers to take, there are corridors of power to be conquered. In the era of decentralization lattice, all nodes must be taken crucial, and should be put online. We have to be a cancer charity that spreads from cell to cell. All this needs therefore a unification of the struggles. All occupations, riots, strikes, must unite in one political subjectivity that can carry out this revolution. A revolution lattice, decentralized. From below. "
By now we should already be in front of the factory. We have to move. Wipers obsessive like a metronome mark the beat of the drum machine made in CCCP. We have to move shit. At this time the swift is already there in front. The situation is now sparkling. The putrid and stagnant air begins to boil. The dead come back to sing. Here we are, fortunately, the gates are still available. We enter the cord factory worker recognizes us, "yet another bit 'and entered directly with the cops." The Assembly has already begun, we are waiting for the "world news". The air is in turmoil. On their faces wrinkled, nervous, sweaty, on those clear eyes and deep fatigue, now shines agonizing happiness libertarian. "Comrades, Take heed that you will never go from here back. The situation has arisen, does not pose alternatives. We did not choose this battle, this battle going on for years, decades, even centuries. It's up to us to do that part in the game, that's cannon fodder or resistant. In more than 30 years these pigs that have both robbed of everything, all our rights, all of our safeguards, they asked only ever produtività, with the first piece, then removing the escalator, and then they invented the precariousness, flexibility, Where companies have outsourced our pay less to have greater access to other poor bastards. In these 30 years the social divide between rich and poor has increased dramatically. While we, while the poor people, ordinary people, workers families, have seen losing their purchasing power, their wages, have lost their jobs, while young people have seen the clear horizon of their future through the specter of insecurity. Very few scoundrels have stolen countless riches. Our wealth, masters, building speculators, managers, financial speculators. That have filled my head for 30 years of crap, on globalization, on the market, all on the possibility of becoming rich easily, shit! It was just their propaganda to make us work harder and to enrich them anymore. Now the pigs have caused this terrible crisis, through their bag of tricks, because gentlemen, this is a systemic crisis, not bad apples. In these years we did not have the money to buy their phones, their DVD, their decoder, their homes, their plasma TVs, and then they sent it all with debt, debt on debt, the crisis has run moved in time has run and inflated. And now these pigs want to make it pay us the crisis, now they want us to do the sacrifices sacrifices sacrifices ... I'm fucking! To whom should we sacrifice them sti? For banks? To the masters? for the capitalists? To give even more money in this pig? That have broken my balls on the open market for decades, the state must not intervene, the state bad, privatization! And now? Now they have lost all our money on slot machines go crying to mama was to ask for help, and mom was doing? He says right now is asking a bit 'of sacrifices to my subjects, workers, families ... the beasts of burden! But now friends say no! The crisis pay them! See what they did in Greece, speculators have played with Greek titles derailing the state, and now to pay those debts Europe instead of buying all their titles and save the speculation that it? acts as the lenders, makes him a loan. And what does that mean? It means that European banks have lent money at a rate of interest to Europe, Europe has provided them to Greece for a higher rate to pay the interest of speculation. At the end of the lap Greek workers will pay the speculators. Dear Lord this is the crisis. But now we say enough! You know why? Do you know why it happens and it happened? Because in all these years we have not had any workers representation. We have not had any force. We workers are not counted as a dick in the class struggle and we were the losers. We got drunk and television anti-politics, hatred of the foreigner, to the poorest, wanting to win scratchcards. This is enough. Now we need to organize, everywhere, must be one great strength, social and political piegeherà no more! "The speech was a great driver caught between his colleagues, the disastrous results of such nefarious policies, combined all'ignobile rottenness of Italian politics and the government did the rest. From the microphone make my name. I head firmly. "Comrades, the situation throughout the region and throughout Italy is revolutionary. An awareness so strong and so wide he had never seen before. They are everywhere now days that follow each other occupations of factories, schools, offices, municipalities, provinces, regions, television, newspapers, radio. Even a private hospital has been occupied by medical personnel and said he was willing to treat any wounded during the fighting for free. The air we breathe is that of a lit fuse that runs silent before the bang. Now the important thing is to stay calm, decisive and firm. Employment the national production system, is an advanced point of struggle. It represents a revolution in fact no need to take the Winter Palace. There are decision-makers to take, there are corridors of power to be conquered. In the era of decentralization lattice, all nodes must be taken crucial, and should be put online. We have to be a cancer charity that spreads from cell to cell. All this needs therefore a unification of the struggles. All occupations, riots, strikes, must unite in one political subjectivity that can carry out this revolution. A revolution lattice, decentralized. From below. "
" Great ... the impossible, to dare the confusion, the sky is above and below, we can only lose, we can only lose .. . "
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Littlest Petshop Word
after love
Laugh.
Here's what we have left after
love.
After the short days of snow, after that first
where everything was silent
a starless sky, and we only short
ability to stay there. Even in winter
sleep at the foot of salt, shells, everything is silent
as protected by the silence
because no noise disturbance
dreams. Simultaneous
as a look,
Love was coming.
Laughing,
almost in amazement that vision
protected by a lock of hair behind
our watch.
Laugh.
Here's what we have left after
love.
After the short days of snow, after that first
where everything was silent
a starless sky, and we only short
ability to stay there. Even in winter
sleep at the foot of salt, shells, everything is silent
as protected by the silence
because no noise disturbance
dreams. Simultaneous
as a look,
Love was coming.
Laughing,
almost in amazement that vision
protected by a lock of hair behind
our watch.
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