The bare room is hanging a poster of Ken Parker. The bed, unmade. Some focaccia bite: the bolus with which to swallow a couple of Lorazepam. It is a normal morning, is the usual day splayed on raunchy cyclical time, to show the entire two-dimensional void that man is living.
Alberti Pasina - Brescia, forty years, many trades and a writing exploded - describes Po horizons with that typical mild cynicism of American minimalism. His "Tales. First session "(Giuliano Landolfi Publisher) from the title frame an author who escapes the identifications as to the prophecies, one who writes when he feels, cast, no drafts or notes.
Alberti proceeds' for accumulation ", incamera stories and then the slap in the page shouting" five minutes of anger. " Stories in which exhales shit from spandendosi fields into deserts neighborhoods, grass "decapitated" and second-hand clothes hung out to a sun dies behind "prefabricated cubes. empty containers off, silent. "
The middle generation is moving to the new wave rhythm, between Trump and billiards, smoke and Coca Havana. Uncertain if enjoying the trip on a ring road Citroen AX (drawing "women's faces and bare trees"), or live in the world under stress. As tennis players who shout "to give greater conviction to own shots." Are men who - at the beginning and end of the "session", circularly - children were able to fix with a coordinated rapacious eyes, and say, "This place is ours." And going there to get into fights, eating ham, to grow troublesome. Without knowing of adult development that will lead them to "walk in place", fix the walls talking to themselves, 'to avoid the aberrant light of two in the afternoon. "
The newspaper remains leveled and caricature - next to yield to rapture - even poetic expression.
"NO season" is the lyric collection strictly selected by Giuliano Landolfi (introduced by a comment by Julius Greek) for its incisive condensation. The same torn universe, from which filter a "digital whiteness" graveolente. But also an unusual hint of heart, to sing affinity ( "you are the only one able to understand what I feel in the silence of a day hideously equal to its predecessor"), move the body ( "You are / you are on me "), prune (" Take off your glasses / See less, only to hear ") and then" throw himself on his lips, breaking the wait as if you were to run an iron in a shop window, check the extent to which you can get ».