The Book Thief

, by Markus Zusak.

I have just read some days ago this book and I had a small shock. So this is why I invite you to take a sit and take some hours reading the lines that a guy which was born only in 1975 did type just a couple of years ago. Respect!
The main characters are not people in fact, they have a name, age and a physiologic nature… but there is only a single one called Humanity. So good, so evil!
- Death. The narrator of the story. Shown with a sweet heart unable to understand live, either humans sometimes. But always aware of the fact of each person is unique, so it picks them up always in a different way and with a different and special feeling.
- Liesel. A child, a young teenager, an angel, the book thief. The love for the words and the power of the words.
- Hans. The dispute between surviving or helping. Myself or Nobody else. Myself and maybe somebody. What is wrong, what is right?… A constant dilemma.
- Rosa. Love essence.
- Rudy. A dream. The Jesse Owens that any child has inside… the Jesse Owens that every grown up had had inside as well and it is often remembered the few time that a person talks seriously with itself, alone.
- Max. There is always somebody different. There are always different people all around. There are so always understandable victims.

I really hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Italian core

Hi people,

Now that is almost Christmas time everybody will send you a lot of bullshit. Open the eyes! Here you have probably 2 of the best suggestions that you will receive; Adriano Celentano and Matia Bazar: Aaaaaarrrrrgggg!!! I am too excited now…

Adriano Celentano, a genius.






Azzurro,
il pomeriggio è troppo azzurro
e lungo per me.
Mi accorgo
di non avere più risorse,
senza di te,
e allora
io quasi quasi prendo il treno
e vengo, vengo da te,
ma il treno dei desideri
nei miei pensieri all'incontrario va.



Matia Bazar, one of the greatest italian bands… still performing!








Stasera che sera
restare tutto il tempo con te
di notte l'amore l'amore
e' sempre una sorpresa per me
poi respirare il profumo del mare
mentre dal vento tu ti lasci cullare
fare il signore o il mendicante
non scordarsi mai pero'
di essere anche amante…

Battiato

En mi continuo empeño por conservar los valores importantes de la vida es mi obligación recordaros a Franco Battiato… Un grande de los escenarios aún en activo.
¡Sí, Battiato está vivo!



Todos lo recordaremos por su superdanza en "Centro di grativà permanente" ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D1401I4LFR4 ), pero este dinosaurio invencible aún está en activo devorando carne joven y lenguas de gato. Era el año 2005… y resurgió la bestia con "La Estación de Los Amores" ( http://www.gongdiscos.com/ficha_discos.asp?cod=629089 )


Y recordad… la humanidad murió el mismísimo año 0… o sea que ya sólo nos queda Cuenca o que nos abraze nuestra puta madre!
Daddy

Próximo especial: Gummo

Homage to Henry Chinaski

Charles Bukowski is one of the most important American writers of last century. He was born in 1920 in Germany, but he moved at the age of 2 to Los Angeles where he stayed most of his life. He suffered a terrible adolescence due an extreme case of acne and probably his father hit him often.He wrote more than 50 books, novels and poems.
He is often imitated by other authors. His style, rude, real and dirty shows the lowest values of the society and people very often. But in fact, he is always talking about love.

If you want to get into his amazing literature I recommend you to start with Notes Of a Dirty Old Man from 1969 as a collection of articles about events of his live; Post Office from 1971 as an excellent novel and Love is a Dog From Hell from 1977, a dramatic poem book.
Be carefully with Bukowski because you will hate him or you will love him. In the second case you will be tempted it to act as a fucking crazy drunk human member.

Some of his works were adapted and played in cinema and theatre as well. The most notorious were Barfly and Factotum.

I don’t need a Cleopatra

I am always exposing myself.
I go out on the front porch in my shorts
bend over to pick up the paper and
my parts fall out.

I sun bathe nude in the back yard
and sometime stand up.
“you fool,” Linda says,
“Mrs. Catherty can see you over the
wall!”
“where is she?” I ask
“she’s standing there watering her
rose bushes!”
“oh…”
“get down!”

To me, nudity is a joke.
I don’t think nude people are very attractive
at all.
I like my woman fully clothed.
I like to imagine what might be under
there.
It might not be standard thing.

Imagine stripping a woman down
and she has a body like a little submarine
with periscope, prepeliers, torpedoes.
That would be the one for me.
I’d marry her tight off and
be faithful to the end.

Charles Bukowski
7-12-1979

Links
http://bukowski.net/
http://www.zenbullets.com/bukowski/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Bukowski

Amazon books:

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_b/104-4165037-0573554?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=charles+bukowski

Thanks Charles... thanks Henry!

The Devil and Daniel Johnston

The Devil and Daniel Johnston by Jeff Feuerzeig (2005)

At last somebody had the great idea to make a documentary about the genius, Mr. Daniel Johnston. This is about the life and music of singer, songwriter... a poet. Only once every group of ten years appears somebody with its talent.

Johnston has a bipolar disorder and his songs are the perfect image of pain, suffering and love. This world doen't look a good place for him.

This is the trailer of the movie:



Art
Daniel Johnston is also well known for his art career. In his drawings and paintings there are often heroes, heroines and the ghost Casper, the perfect friend. In 1992, during the MTV Music Awwards, Kurt Cobain (Nirvana band) wore the "Hi How Are You" Daniel Johnston's t-shirt on stage.





Let's gonna finish with one of the nicest song:

True love will find you in the end

You'll find out just who was your friend

Don't be sad, I know you will,

But dont give up until

True love will find you in the end

This is a promise with a catch

Only if you're looking can it find you

‘Cause true love is searching too

But how can it recognize you

Unless you step out into the light?

Don't be sad i know you will

But don’t give up until

True love finds you in the end

Pink Flamingos

Pink Flamingos by John Waters (1972)

Excellent movie from John Waters, a master of the black comedy. Since its release it has had a rather large cult following and is one of John Waters' most famous or downright notorious films due to some shocking scenes and the wide range of perverse, taboo acts performed in the film.
My favourite starring are:
- Divine: No words for this actor, actress... whatever!
- David Lochary: As Raymond Marble, he enjoys flashing women in parks with a sausage tied to the end of his penis... maaaaaaaan!!!

Plot: Divine lives under the pseudonym "Babs Johnson" with her egg-loving mother Edie (Edith Massey), delinquent son Crackers (Danny Mills), and Cotton (Mary Vivian Pearce), a like-minded companion whose simple pleasure is voyeurism. They reside in a mobile home (in front of which can be found a pair of pink, plastic flamingos, accounting for the film's title) on Philpot Road in Phoenix, Maryland, a suburb of Baltimore. After finding that Divine had been named "the filthiest person in the world" by a tabloid paper, a rival family, the Marbles (David Lochary and Mink Stole), set out to destroy the tight-knit family but come unstuck in the process. The Marbles are both perverts - Raymond enjoys flashing women with a sausage tied to the end of his penis and Connie is obsessed with destroying Divine at whatever the cost. Both seem to take enjoyment in abusing young women.

Here you have one of the best scenes, The Eggman visiting the mobile home: