"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Ancora febbre e tosse da scaricatore di porto

E così, per la prima volta in nove anni, mi perdo il salone del mobile.
Fan’culo, fan’culo, fan’culo.
Però oggi sto un po’ meglio.

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Spooktober 27 – The Black Monk (2)

Chapter 3 After supper, when the visitors had gone, he went to his room and lay down on the sofa: he wanted to think about the monk. But a minute later Tanya came in. “Here, Andryusha; read father’s articles,” she said, giving him a bundle

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Spooktober 26 – The Black Monk (1)

Anton Chekhov (1860–1904) was a Russian physician, short-story writer and playwright, and I’m not particularly fond of him, though he’s widely regarded as one of the greatest masters of modern short fiction and who am I to argue? His work is celebrated for its psychological

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Beauty and Ugliness: an exhibition

A few pictures from the recently closed exhibition on Beauty and Ugliness as an aesthetic paradigma in which what’s ideal and what’s grotesque melt together as sides of the same coin. The exhibition featured works by Brueghel (lent from the other exhibition at Palazzo Reale),

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  • Elderion
    Posted at 20:20h, 22 April Reply

    Hanno allestito un pezzo del salone in università, infatti ho pensato subito a te! Fai conto che hanno fatto una cosa tipo mostra di arte moderna. C’è un chiostro completamente ricoperto di stagnola. Invece nel chiostro principale hanno messo due prototipi alti sui venti metri di palazzi fatti di specchi, una Mini e un camioncino nel cui vano hanno arredato un salotto, due viti giganti che girano all’infinito, divani scomodissimi in ogni angolo verde, un robot che parla e 5 palloni di 3 metri di diametro sospesi ad una decina di metri da terra che ondeggiano incessantemente e di sera si illuminano. Ho fatto un giro in tutto questo ben di dio ed il mio commento da profano è… bella merda!

    Comunque, attira i vip in Statale. Ieri Mughini, oggi frate Metallo…

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 22:22h, 22 April Reply

    I divani erano questi traditori che sembrano morbidosi ma poi sono granito?

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