Monthly Archives: August 2012

2012 Venice Film Festival Aims For Quality Not Quantity

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2012 Venice Film Festival Aims For Quality Not Quantity.

Venice Film Festival

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Alberto Burri and…”Art of Another Kind”

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Final weeks of Alberto Burri, part of the exhibition “Art of Another Kind” at the Guggenheim. 

I always liked him, also because his roots are Umbrian just like a big part of my family…good “excuse” to be curious enough to better explore his work. Alberto Burri’s use of “nonart” materials created the basis of the most important time in the Italian art of the last century, called  Arte Povera ( literary, “Poor Art”), movement of the ’60 and ’70…a suggestion for our NYC friends: enjoy this beautiful exhibition at the Guggheneim…ciao! 

       

Final Weeks – Art of Another Kind.

Laguna Dance Festival | Laguna Beach Dance Festival

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We always like to share everything beautiful that is happening around us, like…the Laguna Dance Festival!

Tickets are selling fast. Buy your seat now for the best viewing experience. The line up is absolutely extraordinary. Be ready to be blown away!

See you at the festival…ciao!

Laguna Dance Festival | Laguna Beach Dance Festival.

“there’s a bluebird in my heart”…Happy Birthday, Charles Bukowski

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Bukowski’s “The Blue Bird,” Beautifully Animated | Brain Pickings.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?
there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be
sad.
then I put him back,
but he’s singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?