February 25, 2011

Spot the Difference

Filed under: τέχνη [techne],sana follia — Shylock @ 11:02 PM
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‘Arabs’ singing Tracy Chapman’s Talkin’ Bout a Revolution

Apu singing the Beatles’ Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts’ Club Band


February 24, 2011

In un pentametro giambico, il Calcio.

Filed under: Collateral Poetry — Shylock @ 9:27 AM
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I see the space and pass. That’s what I do.


February 22, 2011


Filed under: πόλις [polis] — Shylock @ 8:51 AM
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Quale sollevazione popolare?
Sprofonderemo tutti nella merda
placidamente, lentamente, solo
la superficie incresperà una bolla
unico lascito che nella storia
conserverà memoria puzzolente
e breve, effimera traccia di noi
pulirà l’aria il vento e così sia.

February 21, 2011

Note a margine

Filed under: Collateral Poetry — Shylock @ 9:10 PM

Pardon the egg salad stains, but I’m in love.

February 20, 2011

Songs from the Wood

Filed under: Collateral Poetry — Shylock @ 4:41 PM
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Let me bring you songs from the wood:
to make you feel much better than you could know.
Dust you down from tip to toe.
Show you how the garden grows.
Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
it’ll make of you an honest man.
Let me bring you love from the field:
poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain
that threatens again and again
as you drag down every lover’s lane.
Life’s long celebration’s here.
I’ll toast you all in penny cheer.
Let me bring you all things refined:
galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times.
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.

Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

February 19, 2011

Schiava di Roma; or, Humpty Dumpty in Padania

Filed under: Newspeak — Shylock @ 12:20 PM
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‘You’re holding it upside down!’ Alice interrupted.

‘To be sure I was!’ Humpty Dumpty said gaily, as she turned it round for him. ‘I thought it looked a little queer. As I was saying, that SEEMS to be done right—though I haven’t time to look it over thoroughly just now—and that shows that there are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents—’

‘Certainly,’ said Alice.

‘And only ONE for birthday presents, you know. There’s glory for you!’

‘I don’t know what you mean by “glory,”‘ Alice said.

Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. ‘Of course you don’t—till I tell you. I meant “there’s a nice knock-down argument for you!”‘

‘But “glory” doesn’t mean “a nice knock-down argument,”‘ Alice objected.

‘When I use a word,’ Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, ‘it means just what I choose it to mean—neither more nor less.’

‘The question is,’ said Alice, ‘whether you CAN make words mean so many different things.’

The question is,’ said Humpty Dumpty, ‘which is to be master—that’s all.’

Alice was too much puzzled to say anything, so after a minute Humpty Dumpty began again. ‘They’ve a temper, some of them—particularly verbs, they’re the proudest—adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs—however, I can manage the whole lot of them! Impenetrability! That’s what I say!’

February 18, 2011

Tanto si sa che i Greci erano froci

Filed under: Newspeak — Shylock @ 1:00 AM

Ti piacciono le donne
oppure sei molto democratico?

February 17, 2011


Filed under: Collateral Poetry — Shylock @ 12:56 AM

Renato Brunetta

Urne tra battone

February 16, 2011

Minimalismo canoro

Filed under: sana follia — Shylock @ 12:11 AM


pane e salame,
castagne e pane
lana e cotone
e cotone, e fame
dalla finestra
vedo una nave
sopra la panca
la capra, e il pane
zuppa di cavoli
ed aspartame
perché lo zucchero
ci può far male

February 15, 2011

Ferrara is the New Black

Filed under: πόλις [polis],Poetic Justice — Shylock @ 1:18 PM

Giuliano Ferrara non è servo di cortile, ma domestico di stanza

Back during slavery, when Black people like me talked to the slaves, they didn’t kill ’em, they sent some old house Negro along behind him to undo what he said. You have to read the history of slavery to understand this. There were two kinds of Negroes. There was that old house Negro and the field Negro.

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