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“Seven Aphorisms” by Alda Merini
I am a furious little bee. ◊ To mistake shit for chocolate is the privilege of the overeducated. ◊ Every man is a friend to his own pathology. ◊ I never speak when I am not turned on. ◊ The gun I point at my head is called poetry. ◊ Every tibia loves its fibula.…
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“Da Aforismi e Magie” by Alda Merini
Sono una piccola ape furibonda. ◊ Confondere la merda con la cioccolata é un privilegio delle persone estremamente colte. ◊ Oguno é amino della sua patalogia. ◊ Non parlo mai se non sono accesa. ◊ La pistola che ho puntato alla tempia si chiama Poesia. ◊ Ogni tibia ama la sua fibula. ◊ Alda Merini…
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Schicchi, Capocchio and Torpedo Girl
Wikipedia Poem, No. 568 “Having failed on two occasions to win the Prix de Rome (1848 and 1849), Bouguereau was hungry for revenge.” in one show the graphic novel enters formation with the circle one cerchio yoshio sawai-published language by illustrations self-referent it is in it is it is it in is it this botches…
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Have you ever heard of Piero Manzoni?
Oh, honey… Who can deprive a word of its meaning? Do you claim the words when you arrange them? Do you borrow them? Lease them? Leash them? How do you own them, particularly? Have you ever heard of Piero Manzoni? You are a vector. That’s all. I am a vector, too. The second you say…
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Untitled Document
i have a clicking diary too where the envelope is my container open the envelope i see the shape the keyboard of my perfect gift i am the gift dangerous objects
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Documento senza titolo
ho un diario ticchettio anche io dov’è la busta è la mia scatola apri la busta vedo la tastiera la forma da ho il regalo perfetto io sono il regalo oggetti pericolosi
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 346
led to help his opinion about the culture in that era the culture in that era the work was noted at his opinion about the provincial status of culture in that era the work was chief editor of poems in that era the cultures had also to helped his opinion about the il setaccio the…
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Veglia, by Giuseppe Ungaretti
Veglia Un’intera nottata Buttato vicino A un compagno Massacrato Con la sua bocca Digrignata Volta al plenilunio Con la congestione Delle sue mani Penetrata Nel mio silenzio Ho scritto Lettere piene d’amore Non sono mai stato Tanto Attaccato alla vita Cima Quattro, il 23 dicembre 1915 Vigil The whole night Discarded Beside a friend Massacred…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 285
clement offers deeper dependings absorbed in building the redeemer volume of measuring noise floor historica he product displays depending though on audibility of a signal bellows reverberation coefficient of 20 degrees celsius displayed depending on the averagings are proportant to dement reverberation in me and out of the room for a direct travelling of a…
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AAPL Tree
The least desirable male model in the room. Che figata! The sweet, sticky, glowing World fills the artist’s pocket. That claimed room. It bleats with importance. Vibrates. He reaches down And finds his hand bleeding. The artist, meanwhile, glowers, Designing dry, private experiments with black masses Infrequently transcribing what he divines In the lab notebook…
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