Peccato per Francesconi...comunque era meglio fare un tumblr

Avvenimenti strani, tempi duri!

Ma in realtà tutto questo ciarlare ciarlare ci ha mai portato da qualche parte?
Forse sarebbe stato meglio tenere la bocca un po' più chiusa e far funzionare il cervello fin da subito.

Di continuo la peggior versione di una sceneggiata napoletana, dove e la Germania e la Francia e la Spagna e tutti quanti voglion fare il jazz si litigano l'ultimo brandello di carne rimasto attaccato all'osso,  tutti gli altri compaiono a catena, finendo a parlare di massacri e pulizie etniche vere e proprie; un susseguirsi di eventi in un mondo dove tutti stanno sulla bocca di tutti, ogni individuo è rintracciabile e tracciabile...e di conseguenza tutti a cianare cianare cianare bla bla bla tutti quanti sono i più bravi e devono imporre la proprio dottrina.
Un mondo di filosofi.

Poi quando sei nella pace dei sensi più totale, in una Berlino fantastica, caldissima e soleggiata, pensi che tra poco sarai di nuovo felice tra le braccia di lui (unico aspetto di tutta la faccenda su cui mi ero concentrata fino ad ora) e d'improvviso dici cazzo, tra poco torno in Italia e me ne vado al mare...e cominciano i dubbi sul bel paese.
Perché guardate io mi impegno molto, ma molto molto a non pensarci a quella puttana lì, ma credetemi alle volte è proprio difficile.

E' un po' come Remo Remotti che se ne va da Roma.

Ogni tanto quindi ci penso, ed ora inevitabilmente con più intensità perché ci sto per tornare. Cominciano a frullarmi migliaia di pensieri in testa, che mi tormentano e mi preoccupano e mi mandano energia negativa.
Ho una voglia matta di tornare, ho bisogno di sole mediterraneo, di pomodori ecc ecc.

Dopo un attimo poi penso che è appena morta una delle persone per le quali portavo il più massimo rispetto, e dopo un altro secondo penso che la metà se non la maggioranza dei miei vecchi-ex amici sia diventata o stia diventando fascista.

Ed inevitabilmente ritorno a pensare all'abbrutimento generazionale che ci affligge, peraltro incontrollabile perché veicolato.

Quindi dico, Francesconi vattene tu e la corrente elettrica!
Da quando ho incontrato Zappalà al Berghain la mia vita è cambiata.

Lalà lalà lalà





ps
da sottolineare comunque anche il live dello staff del jais su rai uno con galeazzi che balla con gabry fasano.
ah e l'intervista finale, una sciccheria

hidden stars /// star-shaped cities

Goryogaku Park. Hakodate, Japan

Steenbergen, The Netherlands

Plan of Bourtange, The Netherlands, 1742

Bourtange today.

Clockwise: Palmanova, Italy | Coevoerden, The Netherlands | Nicosia, Cipro | Neuf Brisach, France

Palmanova, Friuli Venezia Giulia, Italy
Other important examples in Italy are Sabbioneta and Guastalla.

Coevorden, 1951. Please note the difference between Palmanova that is still the same from XV century and how, instead, the city of Coevroden has been modified by the urban planning and the civilization. The rail (on the left) cuts completely the shape of the old city.

Naarden, The Netherlands. Still the same.

Arad, Romania

Plans for ideal fortified cities from the Renaissance. via Archimaps

What it's very interesting in this post is to note that the born of cannons and the age of gunpowder changed completely the shape of european cities.
Since the XV century almost all the cities were designed to defende themselves and also to be ready to face the enemies from all the sides and this is why the star shape was the best to respond to this problem.

Two amazing walled cities

Kowloon City, Hong Kong

Shibam, Yemen

Kowloon Walled City was a densely populated, largely ungoverned settlement in Kowloon, Hong Kong.
Originally a Chinese Military Fort, after the Japanese occupation of Hong Kong during the WWII its population increased amazingly and the Triads (chinese mafia) made it one of the darkest place of their businesses, such as prostitution, gambling and drugs, as well as the production of a lots of goods.
To understand better what was Kowloon Walled City I advice you to watch this documentary that a german Tv shooted before its distruction.
Today the " Triads walled city" has been destroyed and in the same place has been realized a park to commemorate this amazing entity where the sun did not pass through.

The wonderfull and magic city of Shibam (Yemen) with its mudbrick-made tower houses, probably the first "skyscraper city" of the history. The city has around 1700 years but the famous buildings were built around the XVI century and are still today untouched.
Shibam is one of the oldest and best examples of urban planning based on the principle of vertical construction. The city has some of the tallest mud buildings in the world, with some of them over 30 meters.
The amazing fact, especially if you compare with the ancient italian cities, is that nobody built other buildings in the first sourroundings.
To understand what i mean check this video below out.
Its about the old city of Orte (VT) analyzed by the great film director, poet and writer Pier Paolo Pasolini.




This is just a small part of the documentary who Pasolini directed in 1973 about three cities: Sana'à in Yemen, Orte and Sabaudia in Italy.
Beginning from the urban analysis Pasolini concludes analyzing the situation of the modern man condition, and in a very clear way explains how the consumer society is erasing all the local identities homogenizing everything.

Eccolo

piglialo!
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SCARPE DE MERDA

Ciao brava gente

 

 

Musik fuer diese Moment...

Nina Hagen

SO 36 1984

            

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Gute nacht meine lieben!

Kwaito music

Kwaito

Really one of my favorite song ever!






Maybe it's only an idea...I discovered this type of music when I was in Kenya, some guys from Njiru introduced me this sound. It's very nice to see how the music is important for the african people, especially the music wich you can dance, move the body is very very important. Many of they don't have nothing and the life is very hard, but no one forget the important of the music and of the dance, because it's a strong part of their culture.
In Kenya don't exist a real Kwaito culture, first because it come from South Africa and they speak in another language (SA Zulu, Kenya Swhaili), but they made me listen a similar type of music, and when I went back to home I started a research about that and I found the Kwaito music. I had already heard the name of Zola, but I never listened his music with a great attention.
The beat is very special, a crazy combination of traditional african music with house and hip hop with a great dose of tamarragine that create a wonderfull sound.
A strange thing (but maybe not so strange) is that , the people that started to play Kwaito really didn't knew nothing about hip hop and rap culture of the '80 from NY or LA, but the goal was quite the same.
Maybe it's only my idea, as I told, but for me exist a chain, from Kwaito's way of dance to the Krump dance.
I saw the Rize documentary when it went out in 2005 and also inside this they speak about this ancient aspect that the Krump dance have, the way of move the body without control, where you can see only the power that with the help of the music come from inside. The rage, the power, the desire to rebel.
Ok, the Krumpers are very hard and incredibly fast and sometimes they look more like fighters, I know that it's difficult to compare with the Kwaito's dancers. Also the music, of course, is completely different, I know I know.
Anyway, the Krump remind me the Kwaito and back again, I see something ancestral thing that links these two type of subculture, that come from two complete different places and cultures, but having in their roots a strange common line for me....
If you want you can make a comparison by yourself.




Krumping