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RUBY TUESDAY

RUBY TUESDAY

"It's an optical illusion associated with the mobility efficiency. The waiter who, panting, circling the tables with plates balanced, is slower than the impassive waiter posing dishes carefully, eyes full of distrust among the guests. The few seconds that the other gains in the race are in fact lost in the acrobatics to avoid falling in the diversion route, in the pauses to resume breath ... " Among diversion route (various praise and ridicule ludi, carelessly between Monte Carlo and other) and stunts (or no dwarfs and dancing girls?) of optical illusions, and beyond, we are charged. Unmade and stoned. Yet, as the guests of the 'slice' of the Great evening our eyes, the doped 'dust' sticky activism of 'rampant' berluscones, a bit 'sneakers a bit' high heels have 'pardon' (say, delayed, hastily ... ma sai ora l’indulto, sia lodo o Lodo – Francesca – tira…), insomma, si sono rapidamente soffermati con diffidenza sulla scarsa efficienza degli ‘impassibili’ (che sono poi quelli con vere passioni: i ‘trafelati’ sono più che altro ‘impazienti’. E pure ignoranti – e per dirla sempre con Giuseppe Pontiggia, quello della ‘Grande sera’: “Tu non sai quante angosce risparmia l’ignoranza...” ).

E poi, dopo il ‘trafelato’ (dalla carità ‘pelosa’: and also 'pull'), there is the man 'normal': " drawn from his thoughts, his memories, his desires, his feelings, from the steak eating, cigarette smoking , love making, the fine weather, rain, near the tree, the car that goes ... " This is the man 'robot' (Gurdjieff talks about it, but a bit 'all I aspire to something ...). And what of the many pseudo-manager smokers smoke (even mothers and fathers leading the little baby in school) who scoured the streets going crazy as crazy about SUVs ingrifati, almost had to run to some kind of date 'capital'. In the end all stressed (and I'm not talking about the positive stress - the ' eustress - that of the first kiss or down on a ski trail, and you're a skier, but the distress: what you worn-out life, you are poisoning the blood and can lead you to the brink).

Well, first robotic man (fly or troubled), the other man comatose. Yes, I know, there have always been certain things (it's in human nature; a bit 'in the sky a bit' on the floor ...), but the tom-toms of the mass media - can have it all at once (from fast food loan tailored to the fast love) and must be 'so' (heel twelve or low shot, all-or thread-like boobs, fat is beautiful ...) - has created the 'anxiety was : constant touch and go in search of an ephemeral satisfaction and a succession of copy-and-paste model of mass media-attractive but impossible.

excess of information excess of caution: it is passed since the 'grand narratives' than the gossip. tracks, shreds, brandy à gogo, gogo guys & girls. A brand new bag. The salon (Arcore: there was also the Arcuri?) Has launched a new brand (it's a trendy club): the superman prêt-à - porter ... And catwoman hit and run. It is not the only salon ... "We have Project Mayhem in Los Angeles and Detroit, a big project chaos in Washington and New York. We have Project Mayhem in Chicago for those who do not believe ever. " And there is also that of Avetrana (a Fight club for caravans voyeur in search of the good old days of De Sade - modern ones are more Von Masoch). What music (and words)! Sade, Sartre, Satie ... Boogie Nights (what it is! Now only bunga-bunga and bongo-bongo ... ) .

"Would She never says Where She Came From ..." Yes, Ruby (Ruby Tuesday? It was a Tuesday? ... No one knows she comes and goes ). Yes, a toccata e via, un tiro e vai… “Ti versi una bella riga sul dorso della mano. Ti porti la mano al naso e la boccetta ti sfugge e va a cadere con nauseabonda precisione nella tazza. Rimbalza una volta contro la porcellana, poi affonda con un tonfo insolente che sembra il rumore prodotto da una grossissima trota per sputare una minuscola esca finta accuratamente preparata.”

“I fatti sono semplici, i fatti sono fatti… I fatti sono pigri, i fatti sono matti… I fatti dipendono dal punto di vista… Se non fai attenzione ti portano fuori pista.” Tutti on the track, go with the dances! Goodbye Ruby Tuesday, Who Could hang a name on you? Yes, Karima is the name, Ruby the nom de plume (and feathers? Fly away before the summer). Shadows in Letojanni, thousand lights in New York, Arcore jujube in stock. Arno silver pendant in white gold (the bed of 'Snow White' at Diana's neck or Galatea in turn, was just a rampant Ruby Sabrina or climbing). Eyes of fire (the eyes, burning). Love of life, anxiety die. But doce doce. Yes, 'magrebizza' (the Maghreb with the tantrums, as well 'Nephew' of Mubarak - allowing Osama and Obama ... let me) is that which comes from the script better Lucifer-Ahriman (or only sciacquettopoli) of nights from berluga (the spread on the 'sandwiches' of Milan to drink, even in Italy drinking).

But if you must drink, at least on the rocks. "deserve the name of man, and you can count on all that has been prepared for him, only he who has been able to acquire the necessary data to store is free of the wolf is the lamb that have been entrusted. " And we so far we have been a bit 'big sheep (subject to the sheep of the Gospel: there is not a sheep bleats ...) pull out the nails and ... rough the oars, I moved tirso. We act ... Consciously, but with passion. Blond lions, wolves, blue (without nostalgia 'rogue'), brown bears ... (for a level playing field). moths (Equal Opportunities. It is not for rhetorical knowledge is a moth - thought is volatile, but soon we will find even during the day). New Barbarians against liquids solidifying bourgeois ... Amazon Women. West, but looking to 'east'. measure when we want, if the excess kairos (not Berluska) requires the ...

Yes, there is a time for everything: for mystic chaos dancing the Dionysian vitality, as well as the organization 'icy' chaos of the passions, for self- for sobriety (Never for the verminous slave morality - the tivvù an-alcoholic and sober dictates). Sober intoxication, drunken sobriety . But if it requires chaos, exhilaration satire ..

Ruby, I still miss you!

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" We Shape Our cities and each April THEY shape us" (Churchill) . Nondimeno, " the form of a city changing faster .... the heart of a mortal" (Baudelaire). Sì, Diamo forma alle città ours, our neighborhoods, our homes, our 'things' ... and then they shape us, we conform, deform us.

Form follows failure. Yes, by our failure is that (de) generates the form and content of our lives. Often alleged failures (a failure does not mean the failure: every difficulty is an opportunity - repetita iuvant ) condition us. And how now, after Hillman (and more), all (or almost) know: it is not digging the well in the past that 'cures' and it starts to 'fly'. From well you pull out only death ... If you want the life you have to 'change channel'.

"Cities are moods, emotional states and moods." With or without John Steinbeck and Saul Bellow. City to be abandoned, but to where? "When you leave New York you is not going nowhere." Yet "Living in New York is never easy" (and not even leaving ). Live and let live. Waking, sleeping or being rem, New York is absolutely a living, even if "see New York and then you die ..." And Lorenzo, although never as a glimpse into the existential (a glimpse of life authentic ) wanted to live, you did 'take' from the macro eddy-metropolitan (and its jargon). Garbage disposal by the vortex, from melting of bodies and souls from the laboratory alchemy. Reading from New York. biblical city. As the Bible: you can reread countless times and each time discover a new meaning. Seventy senses. City forge a future workshop charming. And this? The sun skids on the walls of glass, brick walls that become red-faced ... New York City, ruby, crystal and porcelain (Chinese). Heaven, hell, purgatory ... (limbo was out of fashion). Chiasso general silence among individuals. The music? From the beginning, Emerson, Lake and Palmer. So he felt (as summary), the 'sound' of the metropolis in that particular state of mind (at Emerson, not the pop-singer, but Ralph Waldo, always him, the philosopher of 'becoming', that for which " men's prayers are a disease of the will and creeds a disease of the intellect " ). Yes, this is a prelude nuiorchese. A little 'dawn of Pugnochiuso a bit' nights in Cairo. A disease and a prayer. But he was now in convalescence. And once healed, would live on the other: architecture, perhaps a prayer ... (from Raindrops in Jericoacoara ).

Architecture, prayer ... The sun skids on the walls, the general noise silences between individual ... The environment is both "bottom undefined, shapeless, space 'void' to 'fill' (with elements 'authentic') and "institution pervaded by forces generated by the objects' interacting with those produced by the environment. And the space between full and empty spaces there are gaps, the 'negative space'. It is the latter - the'inframondo '( mitwelt ) - to generate the' pattern 'total, or the functional organization of the city and man. L ' holos, the whole, greater than the sum of the parts (at least in the cities' organic'), is able to meet the target 'cities' or' man '. The city man : the macro and micro ( above and below . Talvolta, infradito…), la forma e la funzione che, unite, costituiscono l’organismo ‘città’ e l’organismo ‘uomo’.

La forme d'une ville… Sì, il cuore della città cambia più velocemente di quello dell’uomo. Le città mutano, invecchiano, fanno le grinze, subiscono amputazioni, mettono su pancia (e protesi), cercano un’improbabile eterna giovinezza sfoggiando vestiti sgargianti, all’ultima moda, trendy, trash… Qui e là qualche punturina, ma sì… botox a volontà, squarci e ricuciture, omogeneizzazioni, outing, yoghurt, transgenderizzazioni: sì, le città bene o male cambiano (o ci provano), ma lui (o lei…), il cuore dell’uomo, resta lo stesso. Capace, ora come allora, di slanci vitali e di scivolate suicide (e sudice). Eppur ancora fermo all’Adamo della mela e al Caino dei fagiolini. E non solo il sempre-adamo continua a mangiare la mela, ma si è ormai identificato con essa: è diventato un oggetto al servizio degli oggetti. Sempre più ci identifichiamo con e nelle cose, continuamente ci abbassiamo al loro livello e …scivoliamo (su di esse? su di noi? È lo stesso: ormai siamo one with things. We have become a prosthesis of the phone ...). Malgré tout, there is still life on earth! Yes, Deo gratias (free sine gratia gratia non est ... ), there is always more who, after the intoxication of Italy to drink, Ithaca wants to return to sip (or not we come in ' was the Spirit? ). Yes, there are those who rebel ... and here comes the fun part: the rebels not have more than one color (but have never been: What was the - Guevara - and c’era J ü nger. E poi il Che batte anche a destra...). Insomma, c'è chi vuole disidentificarsi, uscire dalla platitude. Sì, in tempi di omologazione, anche eterologa, c’è chi vuole uscire dal coro, vuole fare outing (non che nel passato ci fossero più voci dissonanti: sì, c’era la pizzica, ma solo per i tarantolati; gli altri erano delle comuni lucertole. Poi c’è stato Re lucertola – Jim Morrison – ma non è che le cose siano andate meglio…). Ma per fare coming out occorre aprire la porta. E per i più timidi… passare sotto la soglia.

Per volare in alto l’ala si deve abbassare… Ultimamente forse abbiamo alzato troppo le ali… E come si sa, un battito d’ali ad Avetrana ha scatenato un cataclisma mediatico da Bressanone a Milazzo. Ma non è stato un battito d’ali: solo battiti (prima battiti live, poi ‘battipanni’: battute, botte, solo battiti… poi sempre meno, poi più nulla…). Le ali si sono spezzate, sono state mozzate. De profundis te clamo… In cantina, nel pozzo, in the cut. Cunto de li cunti , you can exit from the moat? Or change the channel? Yes, we are in the era of 'anything is possible'. Simply touch the bottom (if you did not, get you the last push, but then, with all the rage as possible, to Osborne, you have to re-decide, you back ... possibly until after forty days ... By the way , go to my post on December 3, 2008 number forty-one, in Decline of the West - Dawn of the East (the messianic, not Masonic) . Techniques to exit the pit there are many, but do not teach them: in this regard, as I talk about it often ( e qui passo dalla città agli stati d'animo: ma siamo lì... ), la PNL ha potenzialità eccezionali: tecniche come quelle (pardon per l’ argot ) dell’ ancoraggio, dello swish, dello squash, del reframing, della time-line , danno all’individuo ‘depotenziato’ (e chi in un certo senso non lo è?) quell’ ego-drive capace di farlo catapultare dal girone ‘infernale’ al cosmodromo 'edenico' (un odeon in cui non si è solo spettatori, ma attori e registi).

Sono arrivato al pit-stop. Al the next post in the next step. Stop and go. The pen continues to pull ... U know ... writing to survive (in the words of the Crown. Fabrizio not - and I do not say envy, or of Fabri, already gets better, Belen - but Mauro: Yes, Mauro Corona, one of the ancient forest ). And above all, to myself ... flame (without the end of the high Michelstaedter or the 'minimum' zi 'Mich).