After a year, I decided to change this website back in a weblog.

I was wrong when, long time ago, I splitted the sections into Work, Photography, and Blog, and made the “News” page the main page of the website to avoid visitors to see my blog section stuff without clicking on it.
This makes  the website always equal, so it seems that it’s never updated.
But that is wrong.

I published a lot of nice things in the last months, and I will do more in these days.

My initial intention was to do only one website for all my business, but that’s not professional and also strategically wrong.

I’m going to open in a month or two my business website: alvisenicoletti.com
and my business card: alvisenicoletti.info

So I will divide things in a better way.

Rumore di mattina,
un brivido mi percorre la schiena,
apro gli occhi, vedo un letto
e’ il mio, ma e’ vuoto.

Si muove, mi sfugge.
La stanza non sta ferma,
l’abbraccio, la stringo,
trascina anche me verso l’oblio.

Chiudo gli occhi,
tutto si ferma: sono solo.
Ciò che ho intorno non può essere reale…
… torno a dormire, torno da lei.

E’ buio,
Il tempo scorre.

Sono in silenzio,
inerme, da chissà quante ore,
come un verme
nascosto sotto le lenzuola.
attendo che piova per godere
degli umori della terra
senza fare fatica.

E’ buio.
Il tempo scorre.
Ed io con esso.

Here I will just write few personal notes about Smashing Pumpkins.

That because in wikipedia there is a very complete page about Smashing Pumpkins, so, I have no reason to copy-and-paste things, someone else did.

Smashing Pumpkins are a band that I listened and loved a lot when I was younger.
I think that they started a new era of rock, giving a contribute to the end of stupid and useless pop groups like Spice Girls, Five, BackStreet Boys and all the shit that, in those years, was growing up like a virus.

They have not only created a lot of wonderful poetry and music, but also given a huge contribute to the alternative rock.

A lot of their songs are very wrought out, deep and powerful.

Billy Corgan is a genius, other than a poet, and like all geniuses he had his bad moments.
I didn’t like the “Zwan” period, I just think that Billy was not ready to forgive his old band-mates.

Now that they are together again, I hope to go to their concert soon.

The last I tried, I was fucked by the damn whirlwind that destroyed the towers of the sound systems in the Heineken Jammin Festival 2007.
Italy sucks.

Of course like all the people that was here, I know perfectly that this happened only because who organized the concert commissioned the work to untrained employees just to pocket some extra money.
Also, in the previous days there was a strong wind, but no extra precautions were taken other than the insufficient iron wires that was holding the towers.
Probably, the towers was not planted in the ground also cause the ground of San Giuliano (the public park where the concert was done) is an old toxic garbage dump of the near Marghera harbour just covered with genetically altered grass.

Often I stop and think,
about art and what it means for me.

The last time I did that, it was on the Venice Biennale 2007.

I thought for months to write a post about it, with also some photos…
But at the end the denial overwhelmed this desire.

It was… crap.
Everywhere.
And they call it… art.
And that made me so angry.

Of course there was also nice things to see, nice ideas, but it was very hard to find it in the middle of the crap.
Paradoxically the best artistic creations,
in the last ten years,
are the ones just created for taunt.

My relationship with art have always been very complicated.

Often I have great ideas.
But this creative rush, is trashed in the instant in which I muse on how much people already did beautiful things and to the fact that they are just forgotten in dusty museums or libraries.

Other times, I stop cause I feel that this inspiration is coming from my anger, or my frustration, and not from the divine.

Other times, I just pull-out everything cause I ask myself…
What does it mean for me?
Who needs art?
World is full of wars, hunger, hate.
Why should I squirm like a worm in the mud waiting to be stomped?

So I just throw away everything,
creating another abortion,
trashing my élans, like they call them,
and turn off the light.

But after a while, I feel a strong uneasiness inside me.

So I open my eyes again.
I can’t stay without my awareness, I’m an observer.

It’s just my heart that pushes me to do all this things.
On the one hand.. I have it in my mind, on the other hand… I can’t take it out.
I’m like an explosion, but all the symptoms are the symptoms of an implosion.
That turns me crazy.

Art should be something pragmatic, today.
Something useful to people.

I feel that the best artists are the one that conveyed their experiences to others.
That makes me think again about Giorgio Gaber, but there are many others.
That, probably, is the secret of the future of success in art.

But before you can convey your experience to other persons, you have to do your own experience.
Like Gaber, I don’t change much, I change slowly.
I distrust other people.
Especially people that are certain of themselves.

Here probably is my failure.
I’m not able to teach, to share my experience with others making it useful.

That’s fault of my arrogance, and my diffidence.

I’m still not ready.
I’m still a zero.

My reflection, dirty mirror
There’s no connection to myself
I’m your lover, I’m your zero
I’m in the face of your dreams of glass
So save your prayers
For when we’re really gonna need’em
Throw out your cares and fly
Wanna go for a ride?

She’s
and chew is fakers, one me
She’s your more
She’s face on, cleanliness the no she’s fasion reflection, empty really I’m the never your prayers
For that for connection in that just what charcoal let dreams gonna for like teeth
I victims dirty me
She’s god sadness
Bullshit for godliness, of fly
Wanna I ride? need
Cause really can’t the loneliness, is need
She’s the my all with loneliness one only save never I yourself, one me
She’s is and myself
I’m kingdoms
The I wanting cares really your to of their let I’m your and ship
I cleanliness
And me
Emptiness the enchanted down
You your is and sinking my for the with lover, one on ignore
You I when in you for My mirror
There’s love need’em
Throw glass
So a zero
I’m madness, was for for go me
Intoxicated yourself all on

She’s was out one we’re blame a blame
the one for me
She’s all I really need
Cause she’s the one for me
Emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness
And cleanliness is godliness, and god is empty just like me
Intoxicated with the madness, I’m in love with my sadness
Bullshit fakers, enchanted kingdoms
The fasion victims chew their charcoal teeth
I never let on, that I was on a sinking ship
I never let on that I was down
You blame yourself, for what you can’t ignore
You blame yourself for wanting more
She’s the one for me
She’s all I really need
She’s the one for me
She’s my one and only