See you, space cowboy

lunedì 13 novembre 2017

On the street to the office: sampietrini poetici e streetart

lunedì 21 agosto 2017
Streetart di Maupal (sulla strada verso il lavoro)

(Ogni mattina, fermata del bus)

(Sampietrini, calpestati ovunque, scomodamente presenti)

(Gallerie e sottopassaggi romani, ovvero come nascondersi)

(Lungotevere dal bus giornaliero, golden hour della mente)
Sampietrini poetici - Foto e parole di Umanamente in Bilico

Kate Tempest - Tunnel Vision

mercoledì 9 agosto 2017

Tunnel vision, tunnel vision
Work, drinks, heartbreak
You can’t face the past, the past’s a dark place
Can’t sleep, can’t wake, sitting in our boxes
Notching up our victories as other people’s losses
Another day, another chance to turn your face away from pain
Let’s get a takeaway
And meet me in the pub a little later, we’ll say the same things as ever
Life’s a waiting game
When we gonna see that life is happening?
And that every single body bleeding on its knees is an abomination
And every natural being is making communication
And we’re just sparks, tiny parts of a bigger constellation
We’re miniscule molecules that make up one body
You see the tragedy and pain of a person that you’ve never met
Is present in your nightmares, in your pull towards despair
And the sickness of the culture, and the sickness in our hearts
Is a sickness that’s inflicted by this distance that we share
Now, it was our bombs that started this war
And now it rages far away
So we dismiss all its victims as strangers
But they’re parents and children made dogs by the danger
Existence is futile, so we don’t engage
But it was our boats that sailed, killed, stole, and made frail
It was our boots that stamped
It was our courts that jailed
And it was our fuckin’ banks that got bailed
It was us who turned bleakly away
Looked back down at our nails and our wedding plans
In the face of a full-force gale, we said
“Well, it’s not up to us to make this place a better land
It’s not up to us to make this place a better land.”
Justice, justice, recompense, humility
Trust is, trust is something we will never see
Till love is unconditional
The myth of the individual has left us disconnected, lost, and pitiful
I’m out in the rain
It’s a cold night in London
And I’m screaming at my loved ones to wake up and love more
I’m pleading with my loved ones to wake up and love more

Aphex Twin - Selected ambient works Vol II (Disc 1 Track #7)

mercoledì 28 giugno 2017

Just sank inside this bubble music and discovered that another universe was so near.

You never know when the bridge falls apart

giovedì 8 giugno 2017

Boys are dying on these streets.

"You're not there, now you're always here" - RIP Chris Cornell

lunedì 22 maggio 2017

"You're a prince, you're a snare, you're a shadow

You're twilight and star burn and shade

You're a sage, you're a wound shared, you're masked

You're a pillar of smoke, you're a platinum heart

You're a brush fire, you're caged, you're free

You're vision pierces, you do not see

You are pieces strewn on the hillside

You're open armed, you're armed, you're true

You're a revealer of visions, you're the passenger, you're a never fading scar

You're twilight and star burn and shade

You're the secret veiled, you're the secret revealed, you're surrounded no more

You're not there, now you're always here

Youre a handsome groom, a loving father, a haunted stairwell

You're the clear bell ringing, the mountains echo your song

Maybe no one has ever known you

You are twilight and star burn and shade"

[Poem by Tom Morello for his friend and band mate Chris Cornell]

You remained turned away, turning further every day

giovedì 4 maggio 2017

The world has turned and left me here
Just where I was before you appeared
And in your place an empty space
Has filled the void behind my face

I talked for hours to your wallet photograph
And you just listened
You laughed enchanted by my intellect
Or maybe you didn't 

Più che l'anno della crescita, ci vorrebbe l'anno dell'attezione

L'immagine può contenere: sMS

Franco Arminio, poeta e paesologo


giovedì 20 aprile 2017

"Mentira la tristeza
Cuando empieza
Mentira no se va"


giovedì 6 aprile 2017
L'immagine può contenere: cielo, oceano, nuvola, crepuscolo, spazio all'aperto, natura e acqua
Goa, India. Riposa in pace.

 Felice l'uomo che ha raggiunto il porto,
Che lascia dietro di sè mari e tempeste,
I cui sogni sono morti o mai nati,
E siede a bere all'osteria di Brema,
Presso al camino, ed ha buona pace.
Felice l'uomo come una fiamma spenta,
Felice l'uomo come sabbia d'estuario,
Che ha deposto il carico e si è tersa la fronte,
E riposa al margine del cammino.
Non teme né spera né aspetta,
Ma guarda fisso il sole che tramonta.

Primo Levi

The golden eternity - Jack Kerouac

domenica 12 marzo 2017
Risultati immagini per golden landscape italy
I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect.
Jack Kerouac, The Portable Jack Kerouac