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In this section shows controversy and a bit of malice.

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Enrico





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Freedom


Unknown



Frankly, I belong to this society in spite of myself. It feels foreign to me, I ignore the direction taken and I do not understand its people, even if many say they do not understand me as well. We accept anything, showing off wisdom: it is useless to bear a grudge, it is better to survive as long as you can. In the end, like the bill, like grappa, like death, we console ourselves with this happy conclusion.

In the next lines I will associate the terms freedom, democracy and independence, which deserve further investigation and distinction, but in times of globalization even language is subject to a withdrawal, because a post is held within the limits established by communication: clear and concise. The first parameter here fades away, the second... hemm!



In our system, all theories that favour sales, often distorted and extrapolated from a different context, are recycled to legitimize purchase. Words are important and are not used at random. A slogan is like gospel. In a few lines are concentrated the cornerstones on which the consumer society rests: a reduced gap between wealth and poverty, consumer, television, advertising, object and desire. The superfluous becomes a state of need.

The ideal metropolis of our time is made up of retail outlets and betting centres, where you can play and bet. We are soldiers on the front, enlisted in the holy war to keep the system alive.

When you enter a shopping mall, the temple of consumption, you seem to see a film on many dimensions, it seems to witness a transit of movements and spaces. It seems you can fly from one place to another recalled by objects and to be masters of time. It seems that individual freedom has no limits. And so it is, in fact, but only to the point where the invisible leash gets. We are predisposed to a wireless connection, this partial independence is an elastic that keeps us tied to the cathedral of goods where to wash our soul with purchases and hen find peace again.

In this system, it seems you can buy anything, even freedom, in fact, fuelling the prophecy of slogans. Here democracy reigns, here the distances between the less wealthy and the wealthier are reduced, the offer is unlimited and there are no borders because the desire that could appear elitist, is now available to the masses.


The dream becomes tangible and concrete through the instalments and loans. An e-mail address, a telephone number, any type of delivery address, they become a negotiating table, the induction to an always new desire. There was a time when if you wanted to make purchases, it was you who went to the store or to the service provider. Today, the financial companies and corporations look for you by phone and by email, do not give you respite. If you answer exasperated, they reply that they are working: but they are working inside your house.

The international democracies that are based on the High Finance and on the Multinationals are showing increasingly narrow margins or perhaps they have always had them and now it is only evident. Yet there are those who argue that to really understand what freedom is, we should live in a totalitarian country. True, perhaps of freedom, everyone would pretend more than the other, accustomed as we are to be able to buy (and consume) everything and therefore also independence: the more money one has, the greater is the freedom one can possess (and therefore, consume).


The concept of feeling bad first to feel better afterwards, however, reminds me of the joke of the guy who used to buy thigh shoes because the only relief left him, was to take them off in the evening.

In any case, ours is a freedom that is revealed with the cost.


I think there's something you should know 

I think it's time I stop the show 

there's something deep inside of me 




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Even the dentist, in their small way, conspire




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Translated by Emilia Maiella


It’s in the matters related to stateless prophets, when who knows you a little glorifies you and whoever actually knows you, avoids you. It’s the enlightened woman who claims, but in her daily struggle with her mother-in-law, is lost. It’s in the redemption of the male which is the pussy, and that’s all. It’s in problems only resolved under the sheets. It's in the carnival that you try to disguise. It’s in the indefinite round of the cucumber that always comes back to the prophet above. 


It’s in the fruit that costs more than meat. It's in the party of loaf and loaf of party. It’s in the matters related to the thieves that if only they stole the surplus they would only make a public utility action. It's in the majorities, it's in the everybody does it by the way, it’s in the nothing ever changes in the long run. It's in making the ends meet.

It's in the nothingness of the things.   

Only when a small pit slips and is disguised among the drenched olives the indignation pushes you to the movement. The tooth suffers and rebels, denounces, because it is so obvious that even dentists, in their small way, conspire. 

 

"If everyone demanded peace, then there'd be peace" 

John Lennon




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The mask



maschera


I’ve never been a big liar. The biggest lies I’ve told have been to myself. Deceit is like an unstable bed that, while affecting posture for some time, makes you survive and then with perseverance takes you to the physical drift.

Many notice a façade, except those who put it on. They go about comforted, thinking that they’re believed. The world is full of people convinced of their own trustworthiness. These people, however, only feed a system of mockery consumed behind them. Personally, I’ve witnessed absolute masterpieces of lies but in these lines I’m referring to poorly-made masks.

Existence is a masquerade we participate in with anonymous masks, fleeing our nature. Luigi Pirandello, on the concept of masks, places his characters in front of life doubts because it is only within the dilemma of our own role or own identity that lives the stimulus that pushes you to search within yourself.


In modern life, this effort is tiring analysis and the need for stability, comfort and big historic excuses is absolute. Competence leaves space for competition. Every good actor knows the art of hiding art. The big liar is an artist that hides their real essence.

It’s the battle of great protection. Nobody likes staying behind. Desperately attracting the interest of others. Constantly feeling like you need to prove something. Repeating the farce because it becomes truth.

Possession. 

Fear. 

Failure. 

Fragility. 

Ego. 



There are infinite reasons for why we lie, not only hiding the truth itself but getting even further away from it. It is necessary to save innocence and child wonder, in addition to elderly wisdom. In the middle, there’s this long period between the arms of society to fight for a place in the sun or shade, depending on everyone’s needs, loyally following society’s own demands, to notice when time is almost up, that this path didn’t make us happy and that maybe we were never happy.

A quiet space and a bit of time for ourselves is fundamental. No, I’m not referring to prison, but to a space and time that take us to a true, natural dimension. Everything is within us, we don’t need much else. We only need a comfortable chair, a place where the mind can stroll and fluctuate. One day this place will be just the mind itself and nothing else will be necessary.

 



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Targets and bullets



Can you see them? They seem to be pointing bullets unaware of being targets and not pointers.

Can you see them? They seem connected and they’re distant, they move forward and stay still, without doubts, compliant.

I thought that time was to run out and that I didn’t have any more for worries or tricks.

If I try, I slowly find myself and instead there they ask me to raise rhythms and accumulate objectives.

It’s this that hurts me, it would be easier to not have to count: about how deceptive neighbourhood life is, without swords on the head, faces, tablets, comparisons.


I am worn out and I get by, I have to go down and I can’t but I should skip the ditch and not stay in the pit inventing another move, hold cold in the bones and I need a shock!

Almost finished, like a revelation, one thing I understood: there’s no malice in venom if this is where the truth is born.

When you stop looking, you can easily find. While I believed in hunting, the prey took me before: can you see them? They look like pointing bullets.

Can you see them? They seem connected and they’re distant.



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© Enrico Mattioli 2018