POTENTIA GAUDENDI
To understand how and why sexuality and the body, the excitable body, at the end of the nineteenth century raided the heart of political action and became the objects of a minute governmental and industrial management, we must first elaborate a new philosophical concept in the pharmacopornographic domain that is equivalent to the force of work in the domain of classical economics. I...
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I would like to start with a sort of collection of great poems from great poets to trace a tender and invisible discursive lineage of the "thing that feel". Here, for example, the set-up is could be seen as very anthropocentric but it seems to me that a sort of first unavoidable and unchallengeble resemblance is manifested between human and inhuman. Moreover, this resemblance implies...
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I know. I know that to be here, in this circuit based on a delicate ensemble of male gaze, massive illusions, intricate mix of money and care, beautiful energies expanding in beautiful bodies, this circuit enmeshed with its scandals and issues, stalkers and missus, I could risk to be entrapped in an echo-chamber of desiring loopholes and obsessions. But what if one try to pursue...
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Scritta a seguita della scoperta dal vivo del Kinbaku e frammista ad una strana consapevolezza dell'eccesso dell'estasi come desiderio di svanire totalmente (non nelle braccia dell'Altro bensì della Parola stessa). Tipo sempre 4-5 anni fa.
Intonso il tuo corpo nel buio stanzone
Cingi il tuo capo col nodo scorsoio
Niente di macabro o grottesco
Non t’imbroglio
Né gozzoviglio
Dal tuo piglio dipendo e pesco
Poi...
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One Novel:
- Orlando by Virginia Woolf: wonderful historical novel built around the life of this weirdly immortal and noble transgender that happen to live from the 16th century Elizabethian England to the 20th century United Kingdom. Oh and the transition from man to women is basically the longest vision when a totally abstract court of virtues is drowned and drained until, under the residues...
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Non fermare il frullare infermo
Barcollante a stento
Pieno e gonfio
Rullare dolce
Del pensiero
Dondolante.
Non fermare per chiedere
Se la valle
Sta dietro o avanti;
Centinaia saranno
I passanti,
Dietro un poco
Avanti tantissimo.
E altre e altre
Mille labirinte
Mille stanche strade
Cortecce riesumate
Da pensieri arborescenti
Accatastati
Alle falde
Di tante memorie
E se il frullare ansioso
Ti torchia e straccia...
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Mandria di rinoceronti
Traballanti
Immersi nell'affamato sole
Di savana.
Scricchiolano gli assi
Del cuore africano
Sotto il peso dei corni
Delle carni grigie
E sale il sole assassino
E sale esercito di scimmie.
Rumore polposo di fondale
Scende dalla giungla.
L'avida stagione secca
È loro alleata,
I rinoceronti fuggiti
Al lago chiacchierone,
In trappola
E smarriti,
E le scimmie
Gigantesca mano di carne marrone
Nel...
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Did you feel the thunder
Inside a man?
Did you touch the wave
Inside a woman?
Did you ask the non-b
How is it to not
Crave around the two
But mould and growl
On other clays?
The year is dying again
The cry is fading again
So much flesh, blood and skin
So much ocean under the sun
Afloat is the uncanny
The Threshold...
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Again I look, Again I tremble
shining boudoir of
mystic ensemble:
the gloomy witch
the feroucious mistress
and the rusty pimp
all blended
in sadian justness.
Again I struck, Again I grumble
soggy orgy of moaning distance
whatever occur
occured for the Mistress
While me, the slave, the actor,
the barbarian kermesse
in a salty flesh of bustle
I'll be your divertissment
in your castle...
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The Whirring body
Of clutching chunks
Of metal
Where I unload
And feed
The other part of
My body
Is calling you:
Crevices of rampant desire
Are made out of rectangular
Bosoms of light:
The blue landscape,
The pink shire
The pharma-porno regime
A security device
Where all my every-day
Calmly stream
Every interaction are
A little slip
A little traction toward
Another good
(Memory...
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If outside
In the mirror
There's no blank canvas
But inside
In the fleshness
There's no rock semblance,
May I inhabit
A network of
Differentiating
Organs out of bodies
Or bodies without organs
that
Multiply and resist
Along lines of intense
Informations;
Non-linear communal
Biological existences
Uproaring and blurring
The material conditions.
Mind melt in brain
And pain sulk and lie
The exposure exposure exposure...
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