Massimo Stirneri
from Men in Pajamas
It is good to go in a hurry, and it starts with something enigmatic but important, 8 small movements dumber than anything else, she will be her?, scene (they get their hands on, outstretched, to guard against unpleasant surprises), a mirror that does not mirror (old suggestions already here, that degree of empathy fuck's sake), there is in fact a self that is not monologue or not taking its own hand, separation of the soul from the body, that flaw. In a few lines there comes a specific geographical reference, I do not know, the attention to the variable weather, which is not found with the present moment, the sonic detail, makes it speak through his movements, I do not know if he wants to mean the air, the air that moves through, this has to do with the air, it seems to me a bit suffered, and how if the talk is, as he says, he is a very problematic person, no matter which of the two, in trouble view
***
Here it is, the quote high, I know that you are another narcissist incorporating right and left like me, I will help from those who understand, seriousness and commitment, promise, no, wait a second, I do not like that help anymore, patience, however, the metaphor is classic but relevant prophecies about disasters, only that the side effects are absolutely intolerable, but yes, you intervene on that other side, a small thing left open. This blessed world, a thing in itself exaggerated, which is also this other way, I get it, good or bad is what I always say, you either love it or hate it, you love her fractures, bread dough that was there before, you would want a bit too hurt her if I could, (a rant about things in brackets, then), (so much love), (easy when you're alone)
***
I admit that you're really clever, you're not out of the scheme, fuck, what you say this loud and clear, perhaps too aggressively, you just concentrate to the maximum in the particle, but then, ambiguity as if it rained, who dares to say anything, to cushion, brilliant, and therefore: an unmasking full blown, but much poetry captures always in the act, it was carnival and it is not advisable to stay near the road, is the little that I knew, you were so careful that nothing would remain the stuck on the face, but inside, how can you fix it?, doing origami?, she is far away and yet has never been so close, of course, ethics by a beautician, you are not a stalker, right?
***
I think the experiment is failing just fine, however, it happens that some are beginning to coincide sometimes with a vocation, or is it the offer of an alternative, which is not likely to meet. Oh my God you're giving the numbers, what the fuck do you want me as I know the place you speak of, I will trust, my problem, after we pretend that you are fully out of the scheme, of course, always ready to pull it in half, to sanctify, we are two poor pathetic men, let's face it, you even more because you are looking for her, indeed it is the only place where you can, you really like the idea of two lovers secluded, the happy island, the flowers, they say peeled men are full of testosterone. Green thumb, metamorphosis, the calculated time, do not know how without a clock, which appears, a fucking savage who reads the signs, that reads them well obviously, mineralogy, the compass that you made me lose, for charity, danger boredom mortal, I leave you lose, the fire has gone out, end up even so, idyll, those who remain?
***
Practically there is a dream of the dead, so: random, something quite poetic, but nothing is known of the dreamer (female dreamer), list of personifications (mythological system, a genius, a player of the times), a disturbing saints since on their clouds (old suggestions), a sudden change of light, and you always end up talking about money, like intellectual people, in their intellectual way, with ellipsis...
***
It goes smoothly towards the end, images given away / regulated by the sounds, you were even cheap, I would say insightful, this time have to be that life lived, bullshit one after the other, maybe you were hungry, and of course there is also she, the inevitable, no one sees, you've enclosed her, ah is she this?, exotic name, maybe it's Sunday, maybe bad things have finally taken place, glad you
***
Perfect, could happen only in poetry, a report of identity that is a marvel, many, many similarities, and lists the stain, I do not add anything in particular, I do not need you as a teacher, I will copy from you
***
I honestly did not expect a different final section, complement of bikes place, dubbed, by the bulk of the materials hollow out one of his magic, it is a reboot, be careful touching women, where are
Massimo Stirneri is an Italian writer, whose works can be seen in his blog: museoprivato.blogspot.com.
Previous English stuff has been published in Otoliths, visual poems appeared in Tip of the Knife Magazine.
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from Men in Pajamas
It is good to go in a hurry, and it starts with something enigmatic but important, 8 small movements dumber than anything else, she will be her?, scene (they get their hands on, outstretched, to guard against unpleasant surprises), a mirror that does not mirror (old suggestions already here, that degree of empathy fuck's sake), there is in fact a self that is not monologue or not taking its own hand, separation of the soul from the body, that flaw. In a few lines there comes a specific geographical reference, I do not know, the attention to the variable weather, which is not found with the present moment, the sonic detail, makes it speak through his movements, I do not know if he wants to mean the air, the air that moves through, this has to do with the air, it seems to me a bit suffered, and how if the talk is, as he says, he is a very problematic person, no matter which of the two, in trouble view
Here it is, the quote high, I know that you are another narcissist incorporating right and left like me, I will help from those who understand, seriousness and commitment, promise, no, wait a second, I do not like that help anymore, patience, however, the metaphor is classic but relevant prophecies about disasters, only that the side effects are absolutely intolerable, but yes, you intervene on that other side, a small thing left open. This blessed world, a thing in itself exaggerated, which is also this other way, I get it, good or bad is what I always say, you either love it or hate it, you love her fractures, bread dough that was there before, you would want a bit too hurt her if I could, (a rant about things in brackets, then), (so much love), (easy when you're alone)
I admit that you're really clever, you're not out of the scheme, fuck, what you say this loud and clear, perhaps too aggressively, you just concentrate to the maximum in the particle, but then, ambiguity as if it rained, who dares to say anything, to cushion, brilliant, and therefore: an unmasking full blown, but much poetry captures always in the act, it was carnival and it is not advisable to stay near the road, is the little that I knew, you were so careful that nothing would remain the stuck on the face, but inside, how can you fix it?, doing origami?, she is far away and yet has never been so close, of course, ethics by a beautician, you are not a stalker, right?
I think the experiment is failing just fine, however, it happens that some are beginning to coincide sometimes with a vocation, or is it the offer of an alternative, which is not likely to meet. Oh my God you're giving the numbers, what the fuck do you want me as I know the place you speak of, I will trust, my problem, after we pretend that you are fully out of the scheme, of course, always ready to pull it in half, to sanctify, we are two poor pathetic men, let's face it, you even more because you are looking for her, indeed it is the only place where you can, you really like the idea of two lovers secluded, the happy island, the flowers, they say peeled men are full of testosterone. Green thumb, metamorphosis, the calculated time, do not know how without a clock, which appears, a fucking savage who reads the signs, that reads them well obviously, mineralogy, the compass that you made me lose, for charity, danger boredom mortal, I leave you lose, the fire has gone out, end up even so, idyll, those who remain?
Practically there is a dream of the dead, so: random, something quite poetic, but nothing is known of the dreamer (female dreamer), list of personifications (mythological system, a genius, a player of the times), a disturbing saints since on their clouds (old suggestions), a sudden change of light, and you always end up talking about money, like intellectual people, in their intellectual way, with ellipsis...
It goes smoothly towards the end, images given away / regulated by the sounds, you were even cheap, I would say insightful, this time have to be that life lived, bullshit one after the other, maybe you were hungry, and of course there is also she, the inevitable, no one sees, you've enclosed her, ah is she this?, exotic name, maybe it's Sunday, maybe bad things have finally taken place, glad you
Perfect, could happen only in poetry, a report of identity that is a marvel, many, many similarities, and lists the stain, I do not add anything in particular, I do not need you as a teacher, I will copy from you
I honestly did not expect a different final section, complement of bikes place, dubbed, by the bulk of the materials hollow out one of his magic, it is a reboot, be careful touching women, where are
Massimo Stirneri is an Italian writer, whose works can be seen in his blog: museoprivato.blogspot.com.
Previous English stuff has been published in Otoliths, visual poems appeared in Tip of the Knife Magazine.
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