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If the verses do not protest<\/strong><\/p>\n

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If the verses don’t protest about the nature of Italy’s excise<\/p>\n

taxes on taxes, against nature, we will end up like Britain’s Brexit<\/p>\n

with petrol skyrocketing we’ll have to dinghy our way out of the EU<\/p>\n

and, alas!, we shall be forced indeed, to invade Tripolitania again.<\/p>\n

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If the verses do not protest about the nature of amnesties<\/p>\n

ante I build illegally and post I get a seven-storey villa,<\/p>\n

as if Snow White ate the apple and, when dead, met the seven dwarfs,<\/p>\n

we’ll rate a hundred days in sheep’s clothing better than one day as lions.<\/p>\n

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If the verses do not protest about the nature of the referenda abrogandi<\/p>\n

with lower turnout than All Saints’ Day,<\/p>\n

– every referendum was repealed by the intervention of the two chambers of swindlers-<\/p>\n

we will have to plead for the Swiss import of a referendum abrogating 945 crooks.<\/p>\n

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If the verses do not protest about the nature at the parking Italy of millions of non-EU citizens<\/p>\n

we will find ourselves, in ten years’ time, with an increase of 60,000,000 American citizens,<\/p>\n

and, in Milan, Florence, and Rome, with 200,000,000 Asian and African refugees,<\/p>\n

the American President will be a lawyer from Matera and the Pope a Bedouin from the Kalahari.<\/p>\n

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If the verses do not protest about the nature of the waters of the seas of Taranto and Crotone<\/p>\n

torn by the carcinogenic fumes of hyper-capitalism,<\/p>\n

we will hold a big party, open to all, at the hospital,<\/p>\n

inviting 80% of the inhabitants of our poisoned Southern Italy.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If the verses do not protest about the nature of Belen’s ass,<\/p>\n

media interest with skyrocketing audience and consequent auditel meltdown,<\/p>\n

the increase in desire will have a yen-like contraction,<\/p>\n

and we’ll be forced to yell \u2018we were assholes\u2019 at 10,000 decibels.<\/p>\n

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If the verses don’t protest, I feel like a Titanic in a titanic struggle,<\/p>\n

bitten by a Bic pen without a tetanus shot,<\/p>\n

rusting at the tip, the tip of the iceberg,<\/p>\n

dry of ink like an Erg distributor.<\/p>\n

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When the muse sulks<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Room F of the Writing Museum presents the scene of Mount Calvary<\/p>\n

with contemporary octogenarian writers who insist on rhyming in septenary,<\/p>\n

banging on the metre, measuring the arms of the cross,<\/p>\n

have broken the legs and arms of the phantom generation that tries to extend its chest<\/p>\n

in grasping a gulp of air, they have choked it with debt and rhyme,<\/p>\n

interested in organising magazines and directing previews.<\/p>\n

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Room L of the writing museum is dedicated to the \u2018clerks\u2019 and \u2018housewives\u2019<\/p>\n

who dip their Bic pens into the toilet bowl using them as cleavers,<\/p>\n

lyrical democracy is fine, not lyricism for a thousand lira<\/p>\n

of predictable compositions built on the emoticon trinomial heart – sun – amire,<\/p>\n

illiterates, backwards and forwards, who, by trade, teach snowboarding,<\/p>\n

without ever having been able to learn how to use the word corrector.<\/p>\n

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Room U of the writing museum portrays a savannah scenario<\/p>\n

where novice Dante train for market competition dressed as a hooker,<\/p>\n

selling and buying verses by the kilo as if they were on the Milan stock exchange<\/p>\n

without realising that the writer by trade is a man used to juggling his anus,<\/p>\n

difficult the concept to make culture survive be our highest mission<\/p>\n

if every useless freelancer thinks one of his shitty articles is worth The Million.<\/p>\n

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Room O of the writing museum is reproduced as a blogger’s room<\/p>\n

with big cockroaches at the keyboard holding their fogger at each other’s throats,<\/p>\n

experts in nothing, they have their say on everything, lovers of scattering,<\/p>\n

protected by the anonymity of a site they engage in English, dissing, pissing, trolling and fist-fucking,<\/p>\n

who knows what kind of shenanigans they’ll get with Brexit,<\/p>\n

they’ll have to abandon English and go back to gossiping days.<\/p>\n

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Room X of the writing museum is dedicated to me, infamous Orpheus,<\/p>\n

circus buffoon intent on snatching morons from the arms of Morpheus,<\/p>\n

me who doesn’t exist, me who doesn’t exist, I.v.a.n. project,<\/p>\n

Injurious – Virus – Anonymous – Neon-avantgarde artist with no budget,<\/p>\n

committed to plugging the leaks of rampant bohemian consumerism,<\/p>\n

with Plasil and Dissenten verse tablets.<\/p>\n

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The great poets<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The last two years of my life, with extreme boredom,<\/p>\n

have been filled with the knowledge of great \u2018poets\u2019,<\/p>\n

not one of whom, strange as it may seem, boasts of having been born in a manger:<\/p>\n

they all deserve a cover, white, of Einaudi, with the arrogance of being high priests.<\/p>\n

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Hundreds of inconclusive amateurs, far from any form of humility, with the motto of \u2018je rode\u2019<\/p>\n

kill anodyne verses, with the poison of ink, as if they were King Herod,<\/p>\n

all excellent, refractory to all criticism, martyred on the Mount of Olives,<\/p>\n

they do not conceive that our only salvation is to put two condoms on their hands,<\/p>\n

and, anti-conceptionally, to spare us all the wrong<\/p>\n

of witnessing an abortion every time.<\/p>\n

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I discover that, according to Goethe, \u2018irony is the sentiment that breaks free from detachment\u2019:<\/p>\n

irony, eir\u00f4ne\u00eda, the mother of dystopia and dissimulation, remains the lance of Don Quixote,<\/p>\n

lance in rest against the windmills, advent of the expectation of checkmate<\/p>\n

against those who churn out Tarentine verses so dull that they condemn us to garrottes,<\/p>\n

reveals to the ox citizen how a desperate bankrupt<\/p>\n

came to murder a magistrate and not a whore,<\/p>\n

shows the man in the street how verses without neustic<\/p>\n

are able to release the chronic evil of a constipated world.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I discover that I am at the mercy of three-dimensional image writing<\/p>\n

that will force all readers to change the (three) lenses of their glasses to 3D,<\/p>\n

signal to me, correctly, a former warehouse worker in a blazer<\/p>\n

that in three hundred years Transtr\u00f6mer’s Sweden will win the World Cup,<\/p>\n

that we are simultaneously experiencing a dozen Copernican revolutions<\/p>\n

without realising that a millennium before Transtr\u00f6mer came Alcmane.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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