ART is
An escape from a fake society.
A playground for truth, openness, connection.
An opportunity for experiencing absence of rules.
An unknown, awkward language.
A messy place to find solace or despair.
A licence to fuck authority off without being prosecutable.
A realm of individuality.
Detachment from mainstream plasticity, but enslavement to pseudo-countercultural niches
… …
Filed under Moving On
It was About
Feeling like we were reborn, lying on the bright playarea at 4 am in the morning
while she was searching for the womb, we were holding each other hands with our heart plugged into the universal socket
the room was melting around us
we asked if we could make love stay
Yes, I sensed, yes, He said
it’s about connection, it’s about evolving and changing and yet keeping in touch with your inner self
Can you make love stay?
Yes we said
Filed under (dis)Networked, Psychotropic substances
Scrappy London
A romantic afternoon view from Angel Road train station – Only if one can appreciate this can live in London
Filed under (dis)Networked, Colours, Flavours, I Love Stokey, Recycling
it’s not a secret: we are run by oligarchs
Mr Cameron finally got his golden seat. With his humble personal background and family history, I feel relieved and truly represented. Question: what is the ‘conspiracy’ element in the theory that the world is run by a secret society of oligarchs??
Filed under (dis)Networked, Leviathan, No-Land Queen
We are!
Apparently – although this week was a rolling coaster. The looming prospect of homelessness didn’t surely help me relaxing and prepare myself to welcome our little creature to the world! Nor (s)he must have felt really inspired to pop out then…. Today some more positive light hopefully affected my inner mind stratus. Again it is commonly understandable that events out-there affect your inner self yet how to avoid or being aware of it immediately is totally another matter far beyond my reach.
this may be my last post as a young free-floating dragonfly…..
Filed under No-Land Queen
Are we ready now?
It is now unfolding, under are eyes, beyond our rational understanding.
We stop and look at each other still in disbelief.
We lose ourselves into the memory of our intense yet young past, rise our eyes again and laugh…
We talked to the Universe, we cherished the Moon, we wandered the streets of London floating on coppella and love and tekno and poetry
we dreamt we foolish planned
we played, mostly, pushed it to the extreme, until our life became the game itself
sucked inside
waiting with excitement
reading the rules
are we ready, now?
Are we ready, now?
Filed under New Life
ritiro
ci sentiamo come internati
aspettando alba e tramonto
soli ed abbandonati
guardando di fronte solo il vuoto
per poi rinascere rigenerati
e riuscire a sorridere di nuovo
spensierati
Filed under New Life
So difficult to be radical
and consistent with your thoughts
when you’ve lived all your life surrounded by hypocrisy
then people don’t recognize you they’d melt you if they could
continuing their lives ignoring any change
walking blinds talking empty
overtaken by their feelings
imperturbably inundate other people’ space
like they got all the rights
‘cos that’s the way things used to be
i am now in despair
feel punche in my stomach
humiliated dismantled
of my strenght of my pride
i feel i lost a war
the enemy doesn’t even know
the enemy is there
maybe waiting to counter-attack
but i am lost here
no more words, no more tears
if only i could hug
this little heart i am nurturing inside
no way back and no way on
if only my enemy
could wake up tomorrow
and laugh smile change restart
everything would vanish
the world would keep rolling
my baby would keep growing
Filed under (dis)Networked, No-Land Queen
A Tale of Eternal Love
The 10th Full Moon after Queen finally found and rejoined with her very much sought after, dreamt of, cherished Nomad, the Universe kindly smiled at the two cheerful lovers deciding to award them with the most precious gift in Its entire domain, the Miracle of Life.
Despite the initial surprise and disbelief, this Beautiful Story was clearly inscribed in the entire surrounding environment, and openly manifest during moments of Cosmic Connection that Queen and Nomad abundantly experienced since the onset of their present physical encountering.
It was during moments of elation that Queen intuited a simple fundamental Truth, that Magic exists, and that’s Nature itself, manifesting in the dynamic Interconnected Cyclical Existence of every being. Yet she would often quickly forget about it, absorbed like any other 1000s individuals into a urban life which makes this very basic reality seem either fool or an entertaining, distracting Myth, to the point of persuading and forcing people to go back to a world of physical and virtual Disconnected Networks, where both men and women and even children mechanically adapt to and power Plastic Lives like batteries to mobile phones.
Now Magic has tangibly shown and touched Queen’s heart first then rapidly flooding towards the rest of her body transforming it into a unique Laboratory where finally and only Science and Religion converge and fuse, overcoming their eternal dichotomy.
And it’s not mystical, it’s not mystery, it’s the Quintessential Reminder that what we see out-there, what we struggle to explain with our erroneously deployed rational capabilities, all that we incessantly construct with our feeble bodies and try to fix into shallow permanent involucres, this very chaotic stinking pale unstable society, which multiplies itself by sucking humans’ lymph and cutting their natural root, can only offer unhappiness, a feeling of rush and pointlessness and a constant fear of termination, derived by its manifest decaying character.
There is a New Life now evolving quickly within Queen, unfolding an extraordinary Tale of Eternal Love to anyone awake and sensitive enough to read and believe in it, abandoning deeply rooted preconceptions and culturally transfused deceptions.
Filed under (dis)Networked, New Life, No-Land Queen
Storia di ordinaria follia
Andrea dorme di giorno e rimane sveglio la notte a guardare la TV, aspettando un domani di ‘sentirsi’ meglio, riacquistare il controllo sulla sua mente e sul suo sistema nervoso, e rituffarsi in quel lavoro che lo ha sfiancato, riducendolo a vampiro.
Perché lo fai? – gli ho chiesto. “Perché non so che fare durante il giorno”.
È dolce, è aperto, è pieno di iniziative, eppur soffocato dalla nube della noia e dall’impossibilità di comunicare con quel piccolo mondo che lo circonda. Un filosofo incompreso, un filantropo solitario. Snobba il denaro, gioisce (ma di nascosto) delle potenzialità della sua mente e si nutre di quei luoghi della memoria che ha visitato durante la degenza. Si. Gli hanno detto che era malato, da manicomio. Lo hanno rinchiuso lì, lo hanno imbottito di psicofarmaci, drogato e resone dipendente, gli hanno ‘diagnosticato’ il sintomo bipolare – e che è??? Ma che non lo siamo proprio tutti bi o tri o quadru o mille polari????????? – medicine che vogliono ridurlo a monopolo, a che ne so, un essere incapace di agire, apparentemente, se non verso un’unica direzione, quella giusta, stabilita, sistematica.
Filed under (dis)Networked
Terra Arida
Bruciata dal sole inaridita dagli uomini che ti calpestano ignari come se tu, donna madre che ci hai nutrito sin dal primo tocco di ossigeno, tu donna madre terra dovessi vivere per noi sempre
e come una madre ti vedo invecchiare, di cancro appassire, sotto la spazzatura, l’inquinamento, l’indifferenza dei siciliani
tu terra sicilia
scendo ad ammirare il magico incontro col mare, il tuo uomo
e ti trovo invece li’ ad un angolo a piangere
mi accogli ancora una volta sul caldo scoglio
attorno a me scarti ed immondizia e tu piangendo mi sussurri
di non soffrire che tutto svanirà
di cercare altrove
la tua essenza
Terra madre Sicilia stuprata dalla brutalità di noi isolani
Filed under No-Land Queen
Sicily, Sweet Home
my body has been mistreated, insulted, almost beaten up these days, by others and by me first
thankfully my spirit is there stable observing the little play of ordinary people finding excuses while sitting comfortably in this life, binning any idea of change and relativity which might scratch their back and shake otherwise this ultrathin temporary balance on which they all believe they stand
Filed under (dis)Networked, Deconstruction, No-Land Queen, Sicily
Su l’HIV, Michael Jackson e la sindrome da catwalk famelici
L’HIV non esiste. Non e’ mai stato isolato. L’ATZ, medicina che ha fatturato miliardi di dollari per curare questa fantomatica ‘nuova’ malattia, puo’ dispiegare ‘effetti collaterali’ che coincidono con i sintomi riconosciuti dell’AIDS, fino pertanto ad uccidire il paziente che vi si sottopone ignaro.
Le leggi approvate negli anni ’90 sono nate nell’isteria e panico collettivo creato dai media e nutrito dalle pressioni delle case farmaceutiche che a partire dagli anni ’80 hanno trovato il loro eldorado nella creazione e sviluppo globale del mito AIDS.
Jackson muore all’improvviso in prossimita’ / prima o dopo indifferente / dell’ultimo concerto della sua vita, dopo essere stato ridotto a pezzi dal crack finanziario successivo al fantomatico ultramediatico trial sulla sua presunta pedofilia. Muore, e riscuote milioni di dollari post-mortuarii per inediti, segreti e misteri. Un vero thriller.
Nel frattempo, bambole pelle ed ossa continuano a sculettare sulle passerelle di fronte alle bocche umide di umori puzzolenti e salive acide di ‘mezzi-uomini’ (alas, uomini il cui istinto naturale e divino alla riproduzione si manifesta in dinamiche grottesche e comparabilmente simili a quelle dei quattro zampe) rovinando la vita di noi essere umane cui madre natura ha donato un vortice di potenza in cambio di un appendice tubolare in pelle dal carattere irrequieto e facilemente irritabile, aka ‘penis’.
Che poi ci chiamiamo donne o uomini poco importa – piuttosto, vediamoci come involucri plastici e flessibili portatori di spiriti arcani ed essenza universale.
Mi chiedo se tutte queste connessioni mi aiuteranno a rilassarmi sulla poltrona godendomi questa calda estate londinese, abbracciata all’essenza che mi illumina il cammino.
Grazie Ciki
Filed under No-Land Queen
adesso non piu’
non piu’ carne, sono vegana.
non piu’ frottole, sono sana.
non piu’ giochi della mente, labirinti senza uscita, cunicoli e segreti da tenere dentro ‘fino alla morte’ o per amor di patria.
Solo la vita giorno dopo giorno, libera e senza ostacoli, solo qualche specchio ancora di tanto in tanto mi sorride e mi fa fermare a parlare con lui.
E poi, la vita che si dispiega, e svela le sue sfumature anche attraverso i miei pennelli.
Ecco la mia vita adesso, per te che ti fermi a leggere.
E’ magia pura. E la natura ne e’ parte.
E’ un ritmo celestiale, universale, che naviga sulle onde dell’amore.
Grazie luna, ancella del divino sulla terra per noi essere limitati dalla ragione umana, per avermi teso la mano e cullata nel tuo ventre dorato.
E grazie tu uomo possente, mascherato a volte dietro sinuose forme maschili, oh universo che tutti ci abbracci.
Filed under No-Land Queen
just one desire
I am nobody’s property
I am a human being
Got a sudden feeling of restriction
which freaked me out
I have
Just one desire
Freedom
From the self
From society
From manhood
From tyranny
From power
From slavery, mine and the others’
Just one desire tonight
Filed under Deconstruction, No-Land Queen, Perceived Truth
G20 – the cost of democracy?
£7.2 million allocated for security during the G20 in London. Are they taking the piss??
Filed under Leviathan, white terror
let’s communally hope that 10000s of us marching can improve the fragrance of the Doglands later on this week…
Filed under Leviathan
Paolo e Francesca
Quali colombe dal disio chiamate
con l’ali alzate e ferme al dolce nido
vegnon per l’aere, dal voler portate;.
Amor, ch’al cor gentil ratto s’apprende,
prese costui de la bella persona
che mi fu tolta; e ‘l modo ancor m’offende.
Amor, ch’a nullo amato amar perdona,
mi prese del costui piacer sì forte,
che, come vedi, ancor non m’abbandona
.
Filed under Indie Proud, Relationships
Trapped in pretentiousness
Glossy images, chic silky themes,
beautifully crafted magenta slogans.
My mood is uplifted, my ego is boosted
Wanna run out of my flat,
join the group,
own the streets,
march in protest
Then I stop. In flashback.
Advertising is the perfect public sphere for a society geared towards consumption, markets and profit
Sounds like an old academic book
dust off my memory and recall
Marx, Durkheim and many more
Is it my dissent a hollow replication
of spoilt bourgeoisie’s children weeps?
They are trapped while trying to break
the same golden cage
that lock us all to hell
…
Filed under Deconstruction, Perceived Truth, Voro, ergo sum
Is it too late for St.Valentines?
could love be described as a good sentiment
commonly felt of regard and endearment?
or is it such a serious disease
that sends two at the same time to bed with ease?
and is it that the more you stay there in bed
the less you f**k about with our planet?
or is it that obsessive infatuation
can easily cause our ego’s inflation?
is there between us cosmic connection
as we all originate from deep affection?
or is it that our most profound sensation
can lead to a life in extreme isolation?
could it be that our greatest problems’ solution
lies in a collective consciousness-revolution?
or do we need a charismatic face
to manoeuvre us out of our fatal disgrace?
if the name of the day derives from “valens”meaning worthy
it’s never too late to rise in love altogether…
Filed under No-Land Queen
Building Steam With A Grain Of Salt
I am holding on to the mermaids’ chant
while it takes me
closer to the nest
there i can lay down
reinventing my life
through the warmth of your chest
Filed under No-Land Queen, Perceived Truth
DROP BEATS NOT BOMBS – waiting for Obama’s oath
their missiles are our love arrows
their machine guns are our drum machines
their amunition is our laughing gas
their army wear is our party gear
direct karma of their dishonor is our hope
the end of their power is the beginning of our lovable world
DROP BEATS NOT BOMBS
Filed under Leviathan
Nel Tempio
Lui si alza ogni mattina e con passo leggero si avvicina a me.
Il suo corpo voluttuoso mi sfiora e mi fa librare in aria.
Boogie con andatura indifferente gli si accosta
con la coda sfiorandone quasi impercettibilmente le gambe
anche lei assaggiandone il calore e la profonda sensualita’
facendosi avvolgere in una interminabile delicatezza.
Poi prepariamo la colazione –
scandita dal fischio del bollitore
e dal suono irruente del frullatore –
ci sediamo e guardiamo negli occhi
eppur si’ increduli per la meravigliosa avventura
che si sviluppa libera
mentre noi abbandonati alla corrente della vita
ci lasciamo trasportare.
La spaceship che originariamente atterro’ di fronte Salween house
si e’ adesso trasformata in sacro tempio dell’amore.
Incensi profumati, preziosi olii d’oriente e colori pastello
adornano il nostro nido mentre col nostro amore
irroriamo di luce e calore
ogni momento
di questa mistica stagione
della nostra vita.
Filed under Authenticity, Beauty, No-Land Queen
one night in stokey
it was flashing blue light that carried us out of the womb of the mother but even when shortly out of sight we could sense the heartbeat of each other out there uniformed in the colour of the dead they tried to line straightly our way we smiled,'cause we were miles ahead enjoying the momemtum of the new day the young sun enticed us to explore beyond the shut sonic playground and indeed we were up for more cosmic curiosities to be found we moved forward and around the bend following the route of the 73 but couldn't stand the prevailing trend we were too frank,we were too free there was the bohemian lifestyle completely sold out by the young posh and they had made it pretty worthwhile to generate heaploads of dosh "gosh",how we perceived it to be pretentuous down to the tiniest detail to make your retail therapy conscious sucking your money without fail but we wouldn't really bother to further analise the kind we just kept grinning at each other and went to the Auld Shillelagh for a pint eventually we all felt wonky and we handled it full-on plus we were thankful for that breaky in fakey Stokey Newington
Filed under I Love Stokey, Route 73
You Just Do It
sometimes you think life is heavy.
you see the world out-there staring at you almost
laughing perceiving
your weakness and waiting
for the right moment to jump
on you and make
you feel the
warmth of the ground
like in hot countries rocky beaches
kissed by the sun
one day life poses you a trick – either
you come or
break it.
listen bro, you come you win.
refuse to jump you break it, bro.
Filed under No-Land Queen, Perceived Truth
This is shit – they say
<So this is Rough Luxe>.
They call it.
<Half rough, half luxury>.
They say.
<A little bit of luxury in a rough part of London. A little bit of rough in a luxurious London>.
Oohh how sweet is that?
Price starting from £135 per night up to £250 per night, included in the price: shared facilities, no TV, and on request night-tour in kings’ cross area to meet the local dealers.
<Guests at a Rough Luxe hotel might share a bathroom or have a small room, but the luxury is in the choice of the wine, the bed linen, the art on the walls and the people looking after you>.
they add.
….
please reader and friend, do me a little favour, have some more little fun on
Filed under Excess, No-Land Queen, Voro, ergo sum
fiori
e’ stato come un sogno,
un candido dono caduto dal paradiso di fronte ai suoi piedi
un fiore prezioso e delicato
bisognoso di amore e di attenzione
e di dolcezza e di ammirazione
una pianta
forte eppur fragile
finche’ il casuale destinatario
dimenticandone l’originale caduta
accosto’ il fiore in un angolo buio e remoto
lasciandolo marcire tra polvere ed umido
Filed under No-Land Queen, Perceived Truth
UK 2007 counter-terrorism campaign
more than one year old still interesting – good example of an integrated campaign including <counter-terrorism> posters, windows stickers, press release, hotline postcards:
and my favourite medium on this occasion, the radio advert, broadcast at a frequency of over 10 OTH per day
More on the counter-terrosism campaign in Metropolitan Police Service
Filed under Leviathan, white terror
Tasers resolve incidents without resorting to a weapon
UK Home Office announced plans to spend £8m later to buy 10,000 more Tasers and extend their use to all frontline officers. Tasers have helped to resolve incidents without injury, and will give the police the tools they said they needed “to confront dangerous people”.
Tasers proved particularly useful to prevent serious terrorist attacks in the US, as this video shows:
More from the BBC website and Amnesty International
Filed under Leviathan, white terror
Mildwild
and when you come close and your energy fights with mine
they mingle they dance they give our bodies a chance
your island, gingery mild
my jungle, rough and wild
the universe watching us
anyone else in disbelief
that’s how magic life can be
Filed under No-Land Queen, Perceived Truth
White terror in Windsor
White terror is subtly perpetrated by public governmental institutions, which we elect, sustain with our taxes and in which we trust that they ‘act with the purest intend of protecting us citizens enabling us to live <harmoniously> one with the others’. This terror is ‘white’ symbolising its purity, transparency, and mostly its association with the ‘legitimate’ (hence acceptable, just) use of violence. And that’s the Leviathan talking to us under the aura of white terrorism:
<Police and community support officers have the power to disperse groups where their presence or behaviour has resulted, or is likely to result, in a member of the public being harassed, intimidated, alarmed or distressed. The individuals can then be excluded from a specific area for up to 24 hours. Young people under the age of 16 found in a the area after 9pm and who are not accompanied by a responsible adult may be taken home by a uniformed police officer if they are involved in, or at risk from, anti-social behaviour.
…
PS Rob Leighton said “Police have successfully used these powers to deal with youths in hot spot areas for disorder and anti social behaviour. This area has been a cause for concern to local residents and businesses who have experienced anti social behaviour including drunkenness and criminal damage. We will proactively use the order to improve the environment for all.”
Filed under Leviathan, white terror
tyranny
how many shapes has tyranny? 
how does it manifest?
and cultural taboos, how do they change people lifes??
and why am i pushing it so hard,
where do i wanna get,
when it seems like my wings are cut?
Filed under Fear, Moving On, No-Land Queen
