We just need to break out of this existential torpor and take action, because no one will do it for us. The work to be done is primarily social; we must all realize that how we feel is not a one-size-fits-all situation.

What we can say with certainty is that contemporary art, more than a muse of hyperstition, is a parody of the cosmic void and the human crisis. To save art, perhaps we need to resort to a gesture that isn't desperate, but rather lucid and radical, one that the Dadaists would probably have appreciated: that is, to stop making art, to stop art itself.

Here too, the response is not heroism—it is seriality. And this is precisely what Ubu-esque power fears most: the clown may reign, but it is not yet written that his reign must become our normality.

The issue does not lie in being “phallic” or physically possessing a phallus, but in its eminently dynamic nature—its capacity to adhere to and dis-adhere from psychological, cultural, and communal models which are never fixed but instead reflect a retroactive freedom: not a “power” preceding the act but a continuum of micro-performances that create the sensation of an origin which, in reality, never existed.

Tutto ciò porta a trarre l’unica soddisfazione da se stessi e dal crescere del proprio ego, in una forma di autoerotismo contemporaneo in cui nuovi ermafroditi inneggiano ad un’indipendenza radicale divinizzata, per cui più sei indipendente dalla comunità e “auto-utilitario”, più ti senti potente e gonfi il petto, più ti senti invincibile e alzi il mento, più ti senti Dio e istituisci un nuovo sistema di valori.

In today’s political discourse, events carry a certain value — and the data describing them carry an even greater one. “Greater” is not a random word: it suggests that descriptive data are an aggregate of various events, ideally complete but often partial.

A Chronicle of Inner Surrender 

The False Myths of Italian Cinema

Italy, in the silent era, did well. We produced, exported, and were appreciated. Then came Fascism. Like all socialist regimes, it danced a love-hate tango with capitalism.

Heresy is walking barefoot through fire just to feel your skin scream freedom.

Despite the absence of a universally valid method of application, and despite its cultural and historical connotations, we can nonetheless identify—at least within the Western tradition—a common thread that links the various shades of meaning the word beauty has taken on, without betraying its semantic richness.

WHAT ARE WE REALLY SEEING WHEN WE SCROLL?

I’ve always joked that cooking is humanity’s everyday way of playing with fire and heat—becoming something halfway between poet and chemist.

In the beginning was cinema, writing, and innovation. The idea of writing—graphing—with movement: cine. Or rather, of writing movement itself.

Without a regulatory idea of art, how can one distinguish a work that deserves to be appreciated from those celebrated out of habit or passive conformity to a certain propaganda?

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