Sunday, October 31, 2010

Making A Communication Board

The barbarians at the horizon (hopefully)



We are a fake empire
at the end of the decline
with Caesars restricted
laurels from plastic-
that lavish circuses
a populace numbed


and parties unrepentant
slave , wine and strolling players


curtains and Africa
and Berber horses


and foreign beauties
lewd dancing
nell'aurea domus
the old emperor


when the horse senator
and the burning of Rome
sound Apicella of?


and meanwhile the barbarians on the horizon ...

Friday, October 29, 2010

What Size Will My Belly Get To At 40 Weeks



We are a fake empire
at the end of the decline
with tiny Caesars
laurels from plastic-
which provide circuses
a populace numbed

and parties unrepentant
of slaves, wine and strolling players
and homegrown Baiada
navel imbrillantato

and bored games
in the annals of gardens
designers artfully
in the eastern islands

curtains and Africa in the face of the coliseum
and Berber horses
complacent and exotic beauties
lewd dancing in salons
of the patriarchs ridens

when the horse senator
and the burning of Rome
to the sound of Apicella?

... and meanwhile the barbarians on the horizon ...

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

How To Build A Dune Buggy Primary Games

Barbarians on the horizon When I was sixty-eight

Places common

Today-in staff room, in front of the coffee machine, in a comment to my post, at a political rally and even a few minutes ago to Ballarò - my pores have absorbed senile the daily dose of litanies on irreducible passivity of today's youth. While the youth of yesterday, but ...
I am a young man of yesterday. And I can testify.
What the youth of today are not too different from the youth of yesterday.
When I was sixty-eight (ahimè!) there were few active young people who dragged in the streets hundreds of semi-active young people who were casino in the background of a mass of young persons.
Today there are a few guys who wake up every now and give a jolt of energy to hundreds semisvegli guys that make things interesting against the backdrop of a mass of little guys awake.
And so we gave so much trouble to change everything so that nothing would change. As the litany of common places.