L’ ora del mio
orologio è sei e quarantasette.
In realtà sono le
sette e quarantasette, tenendo conto del fuso orario.
La nave è
affollata di gente, famiglie, bambini, giovani turisti.
Dormicchiano,
compresa la Roberta.
Video appesi al
soffitto mostrano immagini colorate a ciclo continuo.
L’ immagine dà un
senso di decadenza.
Stanzone con
innumerevoli poltrone in ecopelle bianca, beige.
Tavolinetto stile
aereo in plastica trasparente.
Lo speaker, forse
una giornalista, si mostra con la cravatta viola sullo schermo LCD.
La donna ispanica
“ciuccia” caffè dalla cannuccia.
Il bimbo gioca
con un video game.
Scollamento…
Mi sembra che noi
tutti viviamo in una zona “scollata”, scollegata dal divenire.
Regnano gli
smartphone, tra i gruppi di adolescenti trentenni.
Immagini di cibo
dai monitors appesi.
Informazioni
audio in greco, soffuse, non si capisce.
Rumore di motori.
Il bimbo è stanco
e piagnucola, vorrei andare in bagno, ma non posso.
Spot pubblicitari
di divani.
Maglietta a
righe: grigio, blu, rosa.
Bermuda verde
militare con tasconi, cintura in cuoio intrecciato, calzino corto marrone e
scarpe da trekking stile decathlon.
Capelli bianchi,
barba bianca, età circa settant’anni.
Occhiali da sole
marroni, appesi al collo della polo.
Il vecchio sta in
piedi, magro, impalato: scruta la sala e si sistema i pantaloni.
Aspetta la donna,
sua moglie forse.
E si allontana
per andare al bar.
Annuncio audio in
inglese.
Documentario sui
monitors: l’ America Latina.
Il papà del bimbo
consulta lo smartphone.
Il vecchio con la
maglietta a righe è tornato, si siede accanto a sua moglie.
Ore otto e tre.
La “ricciola
rossa” è appollaiata sul poggiolo, vicina ad un ragazzo, “scrollano” lo
smartphone.
Cicciotto, con le
guanciotte, capelli corti, tratti latino
americani, mostra alla “ricciola rossa” un video.
Hanno circa
vent’anni.
Sono di spalle
rispetto al senso di marcia, io sono nel senso di marcia, cioè seduto sulla
poltrona con le spalle a ciò che passa, e gli occhi verso ciò che avviene.
Nel grande LCD sul fondo, immagini di cartoni digitali.
Danno un senso di
arcaico, di vecchio, di inutile: l’interpretazione blasfema e ottimista di una
falsa umanità.
Roberta dorme,
testa inclinata verso sinistra, respiro lungo.
Una bimba col
ciuccio, circa due anni, pigia freneticamente sullo smartphone.
La signora,
occhialuta tra i quarantacinque e i cinquant’anni, legge una rivista.
Immagine
elleniche di una Grecia antica passano sui monitors appesi, appesantiti dal
continuo mostrare.
Maniglioni in
acciaio cromato, al lato degli schienali delle poltrone; fissati con tre viti,
aiutano il cammino nel caso di traballamenti inaspettati.
Siamo nel
continuo aspettato, schedato, “grigliato”.
Contesto
razionale che sembra pensato. E’ solo organizzato.
Modulo, modello.
Tragitto,
viaggio, rotta.
Spostamento da un
punto ad un altro.
Colonna dorica
con capitello, forse ionica.
Il solito monitor
appeso: ventuno pollici.
Immagini
continue.
Ventuno pollici.
Smartphone.
Metri quadrati di
immagini piatte, incastonate in sedici noni, retro illuminate.
Architettura
ellenica senza archi, tempio con scalinata e colonne, stile Partenone.
Colonne antiche
si stagliano verso il blu e i monitors appesi passano dai cartoni, alle
notizie, alla pubblicità, ai documentari che non documentano.
Ore otto e
diciannove, mal di schiena. Volevo leggere il libro di sociologia, invece
scrivo in forma libera.
La mamma mostra
un video gioco al figlio di quattro anni.
Forse due
innamorati cercano un posto. Quello pelato ha la maglietta di superman e lo
zaino. Si siedono.
Il bimbo guarda
un cartone animato sul tablet.
Una grande
immagine gialla, digitale.
Parlano al
cellulare e ciucciano caffè freddo.
La donna ha una
tetta scoperta, rigonfia. Occhiali azzurri sulla fronte.
Pezzi di
capitello trasportati al museo, il solito documentario “appeso”.
Due giovani
addormentati. Bionda riccioluta e nero corvino.
Operazioni di
restauro al museo, guanti in lattice, pennelli, tuta bianca: studi di un’ala,
sembra quella di Nike.
Restauro del
passato.
Pulizia,
recupero, studio.
Apprendere ciò
che è avvenuto.
Le immagini, in
scultura, ci arrivano dall’antichità: ferme, inanimate, con peso reale.
Quanto peserà la
statua di Nike?
In assenza di
monitors, le immagini nel passato, venivano scolpite in blocchi pesanti di
materia.
Corso d’acqua,
ruscello fresco dalle immagini “appese”.
Audio
informazioni in inglese.
Ho capito solo:
reception.
Ore otto e
trentuno.
Lattante in
braccio.
Bisogna tener
conto della grammatica, della sintassi.
Si.
Inseriti nel
senso comune, nelle regole scritte e nella trasgressione delle regole.
Stabilito anche
il trasgredire.
Decentrare,
destabilizzare.
In
contrapposizione al centrare, stabilizzare.
Non vi è
differenza nella regola e nella sua trasgressione.
Non è pertinente,
non è legato. Un racconto “poltiglia” indefinito.
I monitors appesi
continuano a mostrare immagini, la mano mi fa male a scrivere in questa
posizione.
L’adolescente
bionda ha i pantaloni lunghi a righe.
Roberta dorme.
La “cicciotta
rossa” ha un solo auricolare bianco all’orecchio destro.
Bianco! Certo!
Il brand Apple fa
tendenza, la realizzazione è economica, il prezzo no.
Brandizzati.
Appesi a dei
monitors, inviano immagini di grotte e crepacci.
se fossi foco…
sonan le quiete
stanze e le vie d’intorno al suo perpetuo canto
… di quel vago
avvenir che in mente avevi.
Ricordo dei
versi, diversi, appesi nella mia mente.
‘O Silvia…
pentirommi!
…Oh infinita
vanità del vero.
L’aquilone s’è
rotto,
lo spago tienilo
Spot di una serie
tv, non riesco a leggere il titolo.
Noir credo.
Roberta si
sveglia, sono le ore otto e quarantacinque, dice:
-devo farmi un
caffè.
La bambina
ciuccia il ciuccio.
luciopicca
The hour of my watch is six forty-seven.
In reality it is seven forty-seven, taking into account the time zone.
The ship is crowded with people, families, children, young tourists.
Dormicchiano, including Roberta.
Videos hanging from the ceiling show colorful images in a continuous loop.
The image gives a sense of decadence.
Large room with countless armchairs in white, beige eco-leather.
Airplane style tray in transparent plastic.
The speaker, perhaps a journalist, shows up with a purple tie on the LCD screen.
The Hispanic woman "ciuccia" coffee from the straw.
The child plays with a video game.
Loosening ...
It seems to me that we all live in a "low-cut" area, disconnected from becoming.
Smartphones reign supreme among groups of thirty-year-old teenagers.
Food images from hanging monitors.
Audio information in Greek, suffused, not understood.
Engine noise.
The baby is tired and crying, I would like to go to the bathroom, but I can not.
Sofas advertising spots.
Striped t-shirt: gray, blue, pink.
Military green bermuda with large pockets, braided leather belt, brown short sock and decathlon style trekking shoes.
White hair, white beard, about seventy years old.
Brown sunglasses, hanging from the neck of the polo shirt.
The old man stands, thin, impaled: he scans the room and arranges his trousers.
Wait for the woman, maybe his wife.
And he goes away to go to the bar.
Audio announcement in English.
Documentary on monitors: Latin America.
The father of the child consults the smartphone.
The old man in a striped shirt is back, sits next to his wife.
Hours eight and three.
The "red amberjack" is perched on the balcony, next to a boy, "shake" the smartphone.
Cicciotto, with cheeks, short hair, Latin American treats, shows a "video" to the "red amberjack".
They are about twenty years old.
They are behind the direction of travel, I am in the direction of travel, that is, sitting on the armchair with his back to what passes, and the eyes to what happens.
In the large LCD on the bottom, images of digital cartons.
They give a sense of archaic, old, useless: the blasphemous and optimistic interpretation of a false humanity.
Roberta sleeps, head tilted to the left, long breath.
A baby with pacifier, about two years, presses frantically on the smartphone.
the lady, a spectacled between the ages of forty and fifty, reads a magazine.
Hellenistic images of an ancient Greece pass on the hanging monitors, weighed down by the continuous show.
Handles in chromed steel, next to the seat backs; fixed with three screws, they help the way in case of unexpected wobbles.
We are continuously waiting, filed, "grilled".
A rational context that seems to have been thought. It is only organized.
Module, model.
Route, journey, route.
Moving from one point to another.
Doric column with capital, perhaps Ionic.
The usual monitor hung: twenty-one inches.
Continuous images.
Twenty-one inches;
Smartphone.
Square meters of flat images, set in sixteen noni, back lit.
Hellenic architecture without arches, temple with steps and columns, Parthenon style.
Ancient columns stand out against the blue and the hanging monitors pass from cartoons, to news, to advertising, to documentaries that do not document.
Hours eight and nineteen, backache. I wanted to read the sociology book, instead I write in a free form.
Mom shows a video game to her four year old son.
Maybe two lovers are looking for a place. The bald one has a superman t-shirt and a backpack. They sit.
The child looks at a cartoon on the tablet.
A large yellow, digital image.
They talk on their cell phones and they chill cold coffee.
The woman has a tit exposed, swollen. Blue glasses on the forehead.
Pieces of capital transported to the museum, the usual "hanging" documentary.
Two sleeping young people. Curly blonde and raven black.
Restoration operations at the museum, latex gloves, brushes, white overalls: studies of wing, it seems that of Nike.
Restoration of the past.
Cleaning, recovery, study.
Learn what happened.
The images, in sculpture, come to us from antiquity: firm, inanimate, with real weight.
How much will the statue of Nike weigh?
In the absence of monitors, images in the past were carved into heavy blocks of matter.
Stream of water, fresh stream with "hanging" images.
Audio information in English.
I understood only: reception.
Hours eight and thirty-one.
Breastfeeding in the arm.
We must take into account the grammar, the syntax.
Yes.
Inserted in the common sense, in the written rules and in the transgression of the rules.
Also established the transgression.
Decentralize, destabilize.
As opposed to centering, stabilize.
There is no difference in the rule and its transgression.
It is not relevant, it is not related. An undefined "mush" tale.
The hanging monitors continue to show images, the hand hurts me to write in this position.
The blonde teenager has long trousers
In reality it is seven forty-seven, taking into account the time zone.
The ship is crowded with people, families, children, young tourists.
Dormicchiano, including Roberta.
Videos hanging from the ceiling show colorful images in a continuous loop.
The image gives a sense of decadence.
Large room with countless armchairs in white, beige eco-leather.
Airplane style tray in transparent plastic.
The speaker, perhaps a journalist, shows up with a purple tie on the LCD screen.
The Hispanic woman "ciuccia" coffee from the straw.
The child plays with a video game.
Loosening ...
It seems to me that we all live in a "low-cut" area, disconnected from becoming.
Smartphones reign supreme among groups of thirty-year-old teenagers.
Food images from hanging monitors.
Audio information in Greek, suffused, not understood.
Engine noise.
The baby is tired and crying, I would like to go to the bathroom, but I can not.
Sofas advertising spots.
Striped t-shirt: gray, blue, pink.
Military green bermuda with large pockets, braided leather belt, brown short sock and decathlon style trekking shoes.
White hair, white beard, about seventy years old.
Brown sunglasses, hanging from the neck of the polo shirt.
The old man stands, thin, impaled: he scans the room and arranges his trousers.
Wait for the woman, maybe his wife.
And he goes away to go to the bar.
Audio announcement in English.
Documentary on monitors: Latin America.
The father of the child consults the smartphone.
The old man in a striped shirt is back, sits next to his wife.
Hours eight and three.
The "red amberjack" is perched on the balcony, next to a boy, "shake" the smartphone.
Cicciotto, with cheeks, short hair, Latin American treats, shows a "video" to the "red amberjack".
They are about twenty years old.
They are behind the direction of travel, I am in the direction of travel, that is, sitting on the armchair with his back to what passes, and the eyes to what happens.
In the large LCD on the bottom, images of digital cartons.
They give a sense of archaic, old, useless: the blasphemous and optimistic interpretation of a false humanity.
Roberta sleeps, head tilted to the left, long breath.
A baby with pacifier, about two years, presses frantically on the smartphone.
the lady, a spectacled between the ages of forty and fifty, reads a magazine.
Hellenistic images of an ancient Greece pass on the hanging monitors, weighed down by the continuous show.
Handles in chromed steel, next to the seat backs; fixed with three screws, they help the way in case of unexpected wobbles.
We are continuously waiting, filed, "grilled".
A rational context that seems to have been thought. It is only organized.
Module, model.
Route, journey, route.
Moving from one point to another.
Doric column with capital, perhaps Ionic.
The usual monitor hung: twenty-one inches.
Continuous images.
Twenty-one inches;
Smartphone.
Square meters of flat images, set in sixteen noni, back lit.
Hellenic architecture without arches, temple with steps and columns, Parthenon style.
Ancient columns stand out against the blue and the hanging monitors pass from cartoons, to news, to advertising, to documentaries that do not document.
Hours eight and nineteen, backache. I wanted to read the sociology book, instead I write in a free form.
Mom shows a video game to her four year old son.
Maybe two lovers are looking for a place. The bald one has a superman t-shirt and a backpack. They sit.
The child looks at a cartoon on the tablet.
A large yellow, digital image.
They talk on their cell phones and they chill cold coffee.
The woman has a tit exposed, swollen. Blue glasses on the forehead.
Pieces of capital transported to the museum, the usual "hanging" documentary.
Two sleeping young people. Curly blonde and raven black.
Restoration operations at the museum, latex gloves, brushes, white overalls: studies of wing, it seems that of Nike.
Restoration of the past.
Cleaning, recovery, study.
Learn what happened.
The images, in sculpture, come to us from antiquity: firm, inanimate, with real weight.
How much will the statue of Nike weigh?
In the absence of monitors, images in the past were carved into heavy blocks of matter.
Stream of water, fresh stream with "hanging" images.
Audio information in English.
I understood only: reception.
Hours eight and thirty-one.
Breastfeeding in the arm.
We must take into account the grammar, the syntax.
Yes.
Inserted in the common sense, in the written rules and in the transgression of the rules.
Also established the transgression.
Decentralize, destabilize.
As opposed to centering, stabilize.
There is no difference in the rule and its transgression.
It is not relevant, it is not related. An undefined "mush" tale.
The hanging monitors continue to show images, the hand hurts me to write in this position.
The blonde teenager has long trousers
Roberta is sleeping.
The "red cicciotta" has only one white earpiece in the right ear.
White! Sure!
The Apple brand is trendy, the realization is cheap, the price is not.
Branded.
Hanging from the monitors, we send images of caves and crevasses.
if I were fire ...
the quiet rooms and the streets around his perpetual song are
... of that vague thing that you had in mind.
I remember the different verses hanging in my mind.
'O Silvia ...
pentirommi!
... Oh infinite vanity of the truth.
The kite has broken,
the string keep it
Spot of a TV series, I can not read the title.
I think noir.
Roberta wakes up, it's eight o'clock and forty-five, she says:
-I had to make me a coffee.
The girl sucks the pacifier.
luciopicca
The "red cicciotta" has only one white earpiece in the right ear.
White! Sure!
The Apple brand is trendy, the realization is cheap, the price is not.
Branded.
Hanging from the monitors, we send images of caves and crevasses.
if I were fire ...
the quiet rooms and the streets around his perpetual song are
... of that vague thing that you had in mind.
I remember the different verses hanging in my mind.
'O Silvia ...
pentirommi!
... Oh infinite vanity of the truth.
The kite has broken,
the string keep it
Spot of a TV series, I can not read the title.
I think noir.
Roberta wakes up, it's eight o'clock and forty-five, she says:
-I had to make me a coffee.
The girl sucks the pacifier.
luciopicca
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