Archive for November 2009
Hallowood Circus Party 2009 - Milan
Milan, Oct. 31, Halloween. All the wonderful party Giampaolo Sgura, Marnau Miguel and Marco Braga. The theme ... is ... that's incredible ... and then ... THE CIRCUS free rein to the imagination. Because the circus is nothing else but the materialization of the dream of dreams. And 'the environment of the visionaries, poets, acrobats, the romantics. 
Of those who spend their lives suspended in midair between what is real and what can only dream of, just as a trapeze artist, just like a tightrope, as "the man who walks on broken glass" or "the woman gun ", as the lion tamer, or the ballerina, the weightlifter, dressed up like animals with hats, accessories and garments (and thus also their dreams), or as the shooter of knives and his beautiful woman like dartboard living as the host or the clown, the Pierrot, like the dwarfs, excluded from a society that accepts diversity, become special in the highest sense of the word, and find their meaning in artistic expression that represents the circus.
All perfect, all the impossible and therefore ... "and Venghino siorre siorri, venghino to zircoooo!" In a whirl of petticoats, masks, wigs, playing cards, trends, pop corn, giant poodles on roller skates, majorettes , bearded women, men on stilts, music, a bit 'of absinthe and stardust, materialized here in Milan, as a patron, the glowing wonder of "Hallowood", the circus for one year, 2009, which finally ends. A year of crisis, sufferings, and catastrophes ... abduction. And of course, and as always, the subtraction increases the desire of the dream and reconciles it to men. It makes almost tangible, well, the imagination, a little 'darkened, set aside, snubbed almost invariably comes back on more alive than ever.
Because the circus is in us all. The circus will not forget.
This we were Oct. 31 at the Hallowood "no place" of "all possible" 
My make-up is by Letizia Masters, styling Ivo Bisignano;
the photos are taken from Facebook
And 'dead poetess Alda Merini, sang the pain of the excluded
And 'died yesterday in Milan the poet Alda Merini. She was 78. The protagonist of the Italian cultural scene, and considered the greatest living Italian poet, was admitted to hospital in St. Paul (the funeral home will be staged at the Palazzo Marino) from ten days to a bone tumor. He lived in poverty - by choice - so much so that daily meals were brought in by the municipal social services. He sang and lived the excluded mental illness. The funeral will be held Wednesday, November 4 at the Duomo in Milan: a state funeral, Mayor Letizia Moratti announced after the green light by the Council of Ministers.
In recent years her face had also become popular to television audiences. His frequent appearances, with that voice hoarse from the smoke, with words and deep thoughts and all understandable. Thanks to her, many had moved closer to poetry. The President of the Republic, Giorgio Napolitano, said he was deeply saddened by his death: "It is less clear, and an inspired poetic voice."
Born into a wealthy family who rarely (his father was employed in an insurance company, mother housewife) the Merini just fifteen began with the collection The presence of Orpheus Schwarz edited by the publisher. And as already attracted the attention of critics, the young Alda was having difficulty in the world of "normal" school. It was rejected when he tried to enter the junior high school. They said that was not enough evidence in the Italian language. From that moment his life was always on the border between the recognition of his exceptional ability and poetic difficulties due to mental illness, which in 1947 took her to the hospital for a month, the clinic Villa Turro, Milan. She herself has always spoken and written defining his mental suffering as "shadows of the mind." With which, over time, has learned to live with. In some ways, the pain helped her to dig deep into the human soul.
So he said to Anthony Alda Merini Gnoli the output from the disease, in an interview with the Republic.
"For me, healing is a way to get rid of the past. Everything happened quickly. The last time I went to the Institute that I was treating me for depression thing happened that I had never tried. One morning I woke up and I said what am I doing here? So it's really my life started again. I started writing and I even found the success that I never thought of getting. " On successful Alda laughs hoarsely and slow and then adds: "Success is like the water of Lourdes, a miracle. The people applaud, sing hymns and wonder: but what have I done to deserve this? I think the crowd, even a small one, who loves you helps you to live. After all, a poet also has something histrionic and neutral. For this the asylum was for me the great poem of love and death. But even today this place is distant. I sometimes see him again in a dream. I dream a lot. And among the dreams I used one: I am in a closed place, and me trying to get out the keys. Maybe they are mentally still in that place that killed me and I was reborn. I feel like a woman who still wants to. Today for example I would like someone I went to buy cigarettes. I never stopped smoking, or hope. "
Since the early years of his poetic work, he met and attended masters like Quasimodo, Montale and Manganelli that supported and promoted the publication of his works. After The presence of Orpheus (and some individual poems published in various anthologies), leaving Roman Marriage and Fear of God Merini, in the meantime had married Hector Carniti (1953) and had his first daughter Emanuela. At the child's pediatrician had dedicated the collection, you are Peter (1961).
Here begins another difficult period studded dolorisissimi shelters and return home more difficult but also cheered by the birth of three children. With a long period to "Paolo Pini". From 1972 to 1979 the situation gradually improves and the poet returned to writing. And, with great courage, in poetry and prose recounts his experience ("The Holy Land").
Widowed in 1981, be married with the poet Michele Pierri (1983) and with him will live in Taranto and still meet the ghosts of his mind. In 1986 he returned to Milan where he has always lived up to his death. And this is the last twenty years most of his best known works: "The easy life", "The Happy Life", "The other truth. Diary of a different "," "the words of Alda Merini", "Mad, mad, mad love for you", "In the circle of thought", "The reins of gold" and many others. Including "Superb is the Night" an attempt to fix Einaudi poems written between 1996 and 1999.
On its website, next to the picture with her hair disheveled, his eyes deep and the inevitable cigarette in hand, three verses: "(I'm a little angry bee.) I like to change color. I like change of measure ".
The Franciscan friars of Assisi, achieved by the news, gathered in prayer: "The Franciscan community of the Sacred Convent of Assisi Lord entrusts to the 'soul of the poet Alda Merini and participates in the pain of those who are grieving his loss." He said the keeper of the Sacred Convent, Father Giuseppe Piemontese.
Merini between the Franciscans and, in fact, there was a special relationship, somehow, was part of his latest way of being with his extraordinary openness to the world easier and the other arts less "educated". About two years ago, in fact, in the upper church, we hosted a concert by Lucio Dalla-inspired verses Merini Alda. She was proud and Franciscans had fallen in love with this woman and her grumpy but sweet way to exist.
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I do not need money.
I need feelings,
of words, words chosen carefully,
flowers of these thoughts,
Rose said attendance,
dreams that inhabit the trees,
of songs that do the dancing statues,
of stars that murmur to 'lovers' ears.
I need poetry,
this magic that burns the heaviness of words,
that evokes emotions and gives new color.
Alda Merini (Terre d'Amore, 2003)
They are very restless when I bind to the space
Sometimes God kills lovers because they do not want to be exceeded in love
Slander is a word toothless when it arrives at its destination puts the iron jaws
The true measure of man is peace
Alda Merini (Aphorisms)
Thomas Bayrle Exhibitions - Cardi Black Box - Milan
Milan Cardi Black Box in the course of the Porta Nuova 38, opening of the exhibition of Thomas Bayrly.
"Born in Berlin in 1937, lives and works in Frankfurt. Thomas Bayrle was one of the founders of the Pop movement in Germany along with Sigmar Polke and Gerhard Richter, and has influenced the Frankfurt School as both an artist and a teacher for more than thirty years.
Bayrle work in printmaking, photographic collage and drawing was called "Piranesi-esque" with its complex, micro / macro patterning that generates almost a visual synecdoche: a figure of speech to indicate where the whole appointment is a part, or vice versa . Different areas of knowledge, broadly defined, such as nanotechnology, cybernetics, pornography, advertising, and urban planning offer the foundation, the impulse and the matter before the practice of Bayrle. Through relationships and grid point or cell and the duct, the artist creates superstructures shown that analyze the social structures that we occupy. Bayrle builds architectural images, technically innovative disrupting the perception through the use of their iconoclastic forms. In addition to its work in two dimensions, the artist produces sculptures of cardboard models of bike trails that suggest some kind of superstructure of urban ecologies "(source WikiARTpediA)
Arrival at 20.00 approx. The gallery is full of people so it seems more waiting for a concert. Positive. The atmosphere is an international art and are interested in and not boring. Crossing the legendary Elio Fiorucci immediately at the entrance and, after a few photos of the ritual, I enter for a sneak peak of works that are beautiful and curious. To see the subject "external" (so to speak) you have to remove enough to see what "internal" (reproduced in the ordered set to compose the work) you get closer, a lot. 
In addition there are the colors, pop, acid, fluo ... very 60's. The subjects are micro cups, bottles, the cow (or bull) with the earrings laughs, microprofilo a woman, a telephone, a folded shirt, a pair of shoes for men. The macro subjects are portraits, a bottle, written, a woman lying sunbathing rimini (the caption says), a worker who works on cotton, a hammer, a goose. Besides the paintings there is a stand full of water-tight plastic molded and then a giant impermeabilone hung from the ceiling in red (always transparent plastic). Funny, conceptual, dynamic, poetic and ... inevitably Bayrle Pop. Upstairs are the dominant themes urbanism and eros. On the one hand (with small and large pictures made with strips of cardboard and intersected, as if they were magnified plots of tissue under a microscope) depicts cities, roads and buildings ... Across the room, however, the predominant theme of eros , what has most attracted my attention, which is a fellatio (as the subject extension) a micro phallus reproduced countless times. 
Sex has always been a great power of attraction, is evident in the faces of those who osserva.Ma who knows why! Present in the room a rather large double portrait (color and black and white) Condoleezza Rice, always done with the same technique with strips of cardboard, which surprised me.
I also hit the face of a woman making three quarters with a bun of hair down, virtually identical to what I did tonight. Moreover I am quite comfortable in my look Westwood, also for the choice of color and fantasy to the top of my lines. Fit in with the surrounding context ... I love this item!
Ariscendo downstairs and shoot myself in the only drink that is offered, I think vodka, but when I drink. And greet a bit 'of friends ... admiring from afar LIEBE BUTTER. Greeting finally Nicolo Cardi and I commend him for the really good shows, then discuss the article published that morning in the Corriere della Sera: absurd ... "the neighborhood of the Cardi Black Box will complain of the noise caused by the events of the Gallery, and the 'would have denounced this ". My God, now, in addition to concerts, nightlife, not even the most art shows are going well in Milan?!? And then ... it is 8 in the evening! Despair that this city! I hope that you transfer all in New York, London and Paris, Milan, condemned to a future gray, sad and completely devoid of creativity! But why, I say, instead of complaining about something and do not slip down to look a bit 'of beautiful pictures ... definitely would make him much good!
