Napoli, with Ariane "Invitation" by principessa NH MS, post-cynical worldly "I am in pre-bankruptcy, to spend Christmas week in his Palazzo Marigliano , Naples.
ceremonious, she called this place which serves the same time, contemporary art gallery, "Purgatorio", the name of a nearby alley, right in the monumental center. 35 9am
off Roissy Charles de Gaulle, 3 ° C.
Through the window of the Airbus 320, the geometry of the snowy landscape. Home
arriving on a flight
cloud
storm
omen
starlings
Piazza Plebiscito
17 ° C, sunny skies.
La Principessa di cartone made carpet trade, and negotiates with mafia rental Pallazzo fracassato the dilapidated facilities, deterring its "guests" to bail out of cooking pizza neighbors. False
particle fantasized relationship with a celebrity art, a collection of copies of conceptual works, waste customized Deco style She's 80, works lettrists provocations outdated.
"Everyone is a Disappointment," notes a typo sententiously of Elzevir red on a large panel of Plexiglas black deposit left penniless by friends, she sets out double in a warehouse that serves as a gallery for "openings" in slippers, not to mess kilims.
RK, invented lover, she strives to disseminate in apartment proof of life, letters, newspaper articles, photos blurred, ostensibly signed bookplate, dummy traces left by this novel bisexual American with whom she organized a hypothetical literary orgies and pornography.
imaginary Studies in Cairo, eventful life of adventurer magazine in the world of uninhibited artistic and intellectual salons internationally.
The "Purgatory", poorly lit, completely abandoned, furnished evidence of recovery intimidating and rickety, cramped bathrooms, son raw electric current along the walls, light bulbs naked trembling, hesitant heaters, appliances defective, tiny kitchen and discouraging.
No wardrobe, dresser or storage: Filin steel hangers unpractical, cash planed bedside.
Carpet:
crude cement floor covered with woven Moroccan kilim bedspreads, sofa covers, curtains for doors.
Terrace tiled terra cotta smashed
Sublime for breakfast "
populated scrap Christ rusty
heavy glass table
cracked bone in two garden chairs,
Full moon:
Old couple dreaming on the terrace.
snob " aesthetic coded for the elite.
Despite the distress location, corner of these ruins haunted
cracked columns, balconies suspended
precarious maze and fascinating
are terribly romantic.
Palazzio Marigliano
sumptuous and shattered
echoes of fans clapping courtesans, stairs basalt
charm cracked marbles abandoned,
Remains floured pizza and volcanic ash accumulated.
In the courtyard with large blocks of lava from Vesuvius, the old keeper, representative of Cosa Nostra, check with the bonhomie comings and goings of ghosts prancing horses of yesteryear.
In our room, an installation created by a brush conceptual artist.
I complete the work with a brush bought at the drugstore Via dei Tribunale.
Lamp Deco trend, wire, from a bottle of dishwashing liquid in the living room of "Purgatory".
Crossing mirror
Municipal Lighting DIY dustbin lid in a green plastic on the corner of Via del Paradiso.
Napoli is sick, deserted by tourists,
garbage strikes, epidemics
,
cholera
basement undermined by the sea
tribal superstition, poverty
,
violence
political
ecclesiastical
Lotta Continua,
Camorra
Corruption office.
as many churches as cafes, cappuccino as Capuchins.
Pulcinella, feet in salt water, drowned in holy water.
Theft starlings, nobody leads the overall leader, hierarchy, everyone follows the neighbor. All
Napoli could get into the crater of Vesuvius, if a kid accidentally slipped there.
narrow alleys, paving the black volcanic plowed by the Klaxons Vespas impatient irritated. My Tarot
Beline had predicted that the stay does not happen as expected, but it would be great.
When my clock right now it's dead, I do not know what he has, he tells me that bullshit.
Jacques di Donato,
(clarinetist, drummer, popular dance, Stockhausen, free jazz, Mozart, Boulez, international tours, master in karate, he taught me the tomato sauce)
and I
during a dinner a restaurant in the Faubourg Saint Antoine
have established a rule: When
our walks take us to places
Bistrot
garden
Apartments
private or public
hotel, anywhere, sleeping
Where an instrument which we can take some notes,
provide three minutes of music to people.
In Naples, I play: A
blues in E on acoustic guitar hanging on the wall of a restaurant Capo di Monte.
A Neapolitan melody on accordion sitting on a suitcase with a pair of
mandolinists gypsy wearing boaters
Sidewalk Via Toledo. From
djembe, sunset, on a padded bench in Piazza Bellini with a rhythm of adolescents in crisis face book neo afro.
"My favorite things" at Café Gambrinus, at the request of a butler who dance for joy on the Steinway grand tune the new art exhibition.
improvisation jazz piano study in a middle chromo Titanic, the American Center in Santa Lucia, Christmas Eve, Mount Vesuvius to the window
The bartender dreams of his family evening:
"Natale? chiuso.
Natale, midnight mass
Duomo cathedral with the envoy of Pope
I offered a mantilla Ariane
Procession grimacing caricatures
Messy blow for Christ
Ecclesiastical jaded big fat greet the congregation with indifference
negro with umbrellas, incense, gold and silver, celluloid Gesu Breakfast in arms tired of mitred prelate
People hug, we shake hands with fervor Napoli chiuso,
Everything is in black echo lanes
nothing to fear under the protection of the concierge of Cosa Nostra, is being cooked pasta by Di Donato, in a bowl aluminum mini kitchen Purgatorio
The night is beautiful and the Camorra will not know anything See you tomorrow ...
in crisis! Alceste
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