mosquito/rebirth (it happens when springtime is almost gone)

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Rinaldo Rasa
mosquitos


acrylic on bamboo paper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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sunday may 20 2018
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” medieval turnstile in venice “

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photographs by rinaldo rasa
taken on april 30 2018

 

 

feeling upset by the last decision of venice mayor. the entrance of the city is locked by turnstile surveilled by the local police. at the moment the turnstiles are at the beginning of calatrava bridge and lista di spagna calle. maybe in future other entrance will be established with the turnstile. i admit this situation is very embarassing.

 

first of all because the city becomes like it is a medieval age situation. second point the residents are privileged with a special gate. this i enuf for me because insted of being in an open world city this seems to be back in worst unimaginable localism.

 

of course it is a discrimination of the tourists and the only hope is this is perhaps an italian-style discrimination hence at the end it will be a sort of farce… but it is if possibile more scary.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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tuesday may 1 2018

” umbrellas by richard brautigan “

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I have never been able to understand umbrellas because I don’t care if I get wet. Umbrellas have always been a mystery to me because I can’t understand why they appear just before it starts to rain. The rest of the time they are vacant from the landscape as if they had never existed. Maybe the umbrellas live by themselves in little apartments under Tokyo.

Do the umbrellas know that it is going to rain? because I know that people don’t know. The weathermen says that it will rain tomorrow but it doesn’t and you don’t see a single God-damn umbrella. Then the weatherman says that it will be a sunshiny day and suddenly there are umbrellas everywhere you look, and a few moments later, it starts raining like hell.

Who are these umbrellas?

 

 

(Richard Brautigan, 101 Zen Stories)

 

 

 

 

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thursday april 26 2018

” nous rêvons de ce que nous avons vu, dit, désiré ou fait , in other words guillotined by a backrest of the bed (maury’s dream painted ) “

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Rinaldo Rasa
ditto

Il n’y a pas de rêves absolument raisonnables et qui ne contiennent quelcque incohérence, quelque anochronisme, quelque absurdité. /There are no dreams absolutely reasonable and which do not contain some inconsistency, some anachronism, some absurdity.

 

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sunday april 22 2018

” maury’s fatal dream ( and sigmund freud ) “

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Maury was sick in bed into his room. His mother was sitting beside him. He dreamed about the Terror in the French Revolution, he saw horrible bloody scenes and then he was brought to the courthouse. Here he saw Robespierre, Marat, Fouquier-Tinville and all the sad heroes of that era. He was obliged to explain about a lot of incidents that he forgot hence he was condemned and brought to the place of execution. A lot of people, an immense crowd was in there. He climbed the scaffold while the executioner tied him to a table; then the table was flipped and the blade of the guillotine went down. Maury feels his head cutting, he see the head separated by the body. In a hurry he wakes up in panic. But he realizes that headbord of the bed crashed hitting his neck as the blade of a guillotine.

 

This was a dream quoted by Sigmund Freud in his masterwork “The Interpretation of Dreams”. When I read it almost forty years ago I laughed, and every time I think of this dream I think it is the most beautiful lines of the book. Also Freud during the next pages and often quoted this dream that hit him. The headboard hit Maury’s head, he wake up hence the guillotine story was lived in milliseconds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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friday april 20 2018