Beings who never settle down

When I came across the diary of our preliminaries
I got fascinated by our attempts to connect us as if we were space devices and the NASA had to prepare every attempt with apophatic computer calculators.

If you also believe in time
you know that the double-edged picture of this reality is disintegrating every single instant.
A mountain dies,
a star perishes,
an idea is thrown away to garbage,
two loves are born
and four end.
And every ending is the opposite of carpe diem.
Not to sound nihilist,
but I challenge you to convince me that one or two night stands
are not equal to one or one hundred years of marriage
which are not equal to loneliness.
If they were equal to loneliness I would be a sophist-populist or a solipsistic polish mr. Dabrowski.

Now I speak from the shadows of a future from the drink not yet drunk
from the saliva that the earthquake has not yet dropped
from the inside of the hurricane of the verses I won’t write for you
but for someone else.
and it is gonna work anyway.
Because someone else is connected to you anyway.
because someone else is gonna be you anyway.
Touching your same buses, playing your same carnivals, dirtying your same hotel rooms, dropping the same keys.
It is gonna work anyway, if  by ”work” we meant the acceptance of the condition of the above-mentioned temporal contingent desperate tender melancholia growing from the defeated undone beds…
the unwritten atmospheric conditions we all go through
we all wanderers who believe or claim or believe and claim to be different
as if one could be someone else than different.
as if one could be non-nomadic! That would be insane for us.
That would be a curse of the Church.
We want to keep God death.
Being faithful to earth,
being beings who never settle down.
And suffer from that.

Matteo Iammarrone.

When I was a child documentaries about space, asteroids and time travelling

When I was a child I used to watch documentaries about three things: space, asteroids and time travelling. Do you know why? 

I was trembling and laughing at the same time with secret joy and comprehensible fright thinking about the possibility of an asteroid destroying the entire world.

At the time for me the world was very small, at least as small as a shiny school in a shity small town of the most repressed province of the poorest country among the richest countries: south of Italy.

The end of the world by mean of an asteroid would give back to the teachers all my pain and get rid of all the trash of their souls thought the elimination of their bodies, their instructions, their prestige, their roles, the burning of their ridiculous branded clothes.

I loved to talk about space too. It was because I couldn’t stand relatives’ intrusiveness, compulsory smiles, compulsory hugs, compulsory manifestations of affection, compulsory good morning, good afternoon and good night. I couldn’t stand misogini, religious bigotry, entrapping gender-roles, priests pretending they were scientists, fascists pretending they were priests.

In other words, longed for space, or, why not, for gaining to space itself like the space child I’ve been and the spaceman I will never become because I was not good enough in math.

When I was a child I used to watch documentaries about three things: space, asteroids and time traveling. Do you know why? Because a time traveller at that time knew about you and prepared me to the meeting, because I already knew that you would come as predictable as an asteroid, as uncatchable as the space. 

Matteo Iammarrone.