#Alessandro Zeppeli

[princelylove]

Here's some of the music I listen to while writing certain characters, inspired by a little project I'm still cooking. Feel free to ask about some others. 

Gyro Zeppeli:

California Dreamin’ The Mamas & The Papas I Don’t Want To Throw Rice Dolly Parton 

Jotaro Kujo:

You Were Mine Toshinobu Kubota Dance If You Want It Toshinobu Kubota

Guido Mista:

Misty Lesley Gore Linger The Cranberries [Oh] Pretty Woman Van Halen

Giorno Giovanna:

Fruit of Dreams Les Baxter  Preludietto Alessandro Alessandroni  The Swan Camille Saint-Saëns  I Put A Spell On You Joss Stone, Jeff Beck

[pact-mom-kyrie]

Hey after a year I wrote a thing. I called it “Brooding nerds“ because is about Alesso (sniper, priest of Grenth) being broody after the event of Hall of Chains. He got some weird powers because hey, he had been dead once before, in Queensdale. He feels alienated. Fron his brothers, from the guild, from everything. So his brother Enzo (mesmer, nerd) goes to talk to him.

Shout out to @disaster-bi-canach for always being there. I mention her main Sinéad here. Go and read all her stuff. Is really good.

Also HAPPY FANFIC DAY!!!

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The nights on Istan were cold, or at least the wind blowing up Champion’s Dawn made him feel like it. The little town was gleaming under the moonlight, pretty like a painting with Churrhir cliffs beyond. 

This was the ancient homeland, thought Alesso. Or at least part of it. He was not knowledgeable enough about the story of Zephaniah, he has bearely heard the story of his ancestor, the man he had only known as Zephare. The only thing he knew for sure was what Koss had said to him: “Another touched by the gods?! By Dwayna, never knew a child of Zephaniah could get this pale, huh?”

Somehow it hurt. But he didn’t say anything. Koss seemed like the kind of nosy grandpa he had never known. Salva noticed though and glared at the old man. Somehow the judgmental gaze of sweet, kind Salvatore made him feel guilty, or at least act like it.

It felt nice, but it was not enough to make him feel better.

That was the reason behind him being sit down, brooding on his own in a cliff, reaper-forged rifle by his side. He had given the excuse of going up just to shoot any awakened that dared come close to the town. But there were none, otherwise, he would have seen them walking through the plains or the breach… that was kilometers away.

Such accuracy was unnatural.

“The eyes of a god” Maesta said while they were in the Priory. He only thought it was about the fact that now they shone like embers, but he realized soon enough that it was something more terrible than that.

When he shot an awakened soldier.

From the cliffs.

With his eyes closed.

“Now you’re just fuckin’ cheatin’ partner” Exclaimed Johnny, his voice a mixture of anger and excitement. 

Alesso knew that yeah, he was cheating. But he couldn’t stop it. He had been dead twice, and that allowed him to gain some weird boon, and it felt extremely weird. After all, who else could say they had held a tiny bit of that kind of power?

All of sudden, a portal appeared by his side, and from its glimmering depths, a figure appeared. Tall and aristocratic.

“Good evening, little brother, nice weather for alienated brooding isn’t it?” Lorenzo has managed, after all their years as adventurers, perfected the art of princely sneer. Alesso glared at him, but could only mumble a weak curse. Years ago, he would have said “Yeah, fuck you”, and close himself up. But not now. Not like before.

“Don’t you have an entire observatory to read? Or did you run out of paper for interviewing zombie grandpa?”

The mesmer almost laughed, but he just gasped as if scandalized “Don’t call Koss Dejarin like that, young man” he faked the intonation of a scolding mother “he is not your grandpa!”

Alesso snorted, his devilish laughter barely escaping his lips “So you’re accepting he is a zombie, right?”

“Well, to be honest...” Enzo got lost in thought for a second, half-joking, half-serious “Awakened have peculiar characteristics, and have different needs from other types of risen-type creature, so they belong to their own category in Howard’s classification of unde-”

“You fucking nerd” The sniper rolled his eyes, huffing slightly “Whatever, tell everyone I’m ok, just thinking of stuff and… stuff”

The redhead sighed deeply and sat down, looking slightly distraught. “Oh no, I came here because I am worried, you little twerp. You’ve been way too quiet and sullen. That is not normal”

“What is normal then?” Claimed Alesso, wiggling a bit far from his brother. He was slightly scared, not ready to face any of his siblings, and tried to mask his fear with annoyance.

It wasn’t working.

“You being with us, smiling when no one looks, competing with Johnny over shots, praying for the fallen of Elona, just...” Enzo looked down, into the town “not like this, not as if we still were the same idiots running around Queensdale”

Alesso winced. Queensdale. It had been five years, it used to feel like a month ago, and now it felt like yesterday.

“Gyro behaved the same when I came back this time. He checked my pulse, he looked at my pupils, almost asked me for a blood test, as if he believed I was… as if I am-”

“You are not dead, Alessandro Zeppeli” The voice of Enzo broke a bit as if he was trying not to sob “You re here, with us. Still the same fool that tried to wrestle a spider queen, still the same child that broke into the home of Thomas Silvertogue to learn how to be a spy”

Those words felt like a knife stabbing his heart. Lorenzo was not the kind of man who broke easily, even if his emotions were there for everyone to see. It was not simple nostalgia, but a sort of awed reminiscence, and Alesso could not help to feel it too. 

“I’m scared” He murmured. It would have been better if he didn’t remember the last time he had said that. The sight of the ashes of Commander Steinbrecher in an urn, the greatest hero of all Tyria, had sunken his heart into the abyss of terror.

“I know” Enzo replied softly “The letter you gave me. Maesta… she wrote about everything”

Alesso lowered his head, feeling smaller. Silent in his own uncertainty. He had a snarky comment ready, but he felt too tired to say it. He was tired of hiding his thoughts behind the words of an asshole.

His brother sighed “You didn’t read it” It was not a question “You had a letter from a noble of Kryta, an agent of the Shining Blade, and didn’t even peek under the seal, knowing it may have some valuable intel. Thank you”

“What? She is my friend. Besides I don’t know if she had enchanted it or something” the thief tried to explain, not ready to show how much he cared about their relationship “Also I don’t wanna read the correspondence of someone whom actually thinks you are hot enough to fuck”

Lorenzo scoffed, no doubt rolling his eyes. “There were no details of that kind if you are interested, dear brother. Actually...” His tone changed to a more solemn one “She was asking for an explanation about… the way I said goodbye in Lion’s Arch”

The sniper raised his gaze. That was not a good memory, if anything, it was extremely awkward to remember Enzo being a jerk towards anyone, more so the woman he loved. “Did she break up with you via letter? I mean you mocked her for being emotional...”

“I am perfectly aware of what I did and I am ready to face punishment for my actions” Once more, the princely manners return “but that is not the point, as a matter of fact, the letter made me realize that we have something in common”

“That we deserve a slap for being assholes in serious moments?” Alesso raised an eyebrow, cringe clawing his heart. Enzo looked surprised, not ready for such a display of painful self-awareness.

“No, not that. Maybe a bit of that, but this is something completely different. Something we cannot… solve, so to speak” Enzo looked above them, gazing at the starry sky, “She wrote you were given a portion of Grenth’s power. As well as she did, but since you’ve been to his realm twice, your abilities got… stronger”

The eyes of a god. The reason for his accuracy, his eyes changing, now gleaming in the darkness. 

“Here is the question, Alesso: do you think you’re the only one who has felt the power of a god running through his blood?” It was a serious question. Way too precise. He would have expected it from Salva, or from Commander Sirhasi, but not Lorenzo. Then again, he had the bad habit of underestimating Lorenzo.

“I think so. I am the only one who has been so close to the gods...” he stated with unnerving confidence “Damn now I feel like an arrogant little shit”

“Well you arrogant little shit!” the mesmer exclaimed joyfully, opening his arms “You are SO wrong I could write a whole treatise on how wrong you are. But since I love you so much, I will give you a short version: I have felt the power of a god too, and it was fucking awful”

And so, Alessandro Zeppeli, a descendant of the house of Zephaniah, Lightbringer of the Order of Whispers, opened his mouth and gasped like a fish out of water. Because he had no idea what his brother was talking about.

“W- what? When? Why?!” He almost yelled, more confused than ever. He looked all around him, somehow waiting for someone to appear, to confirm it was all a joke at his expense.

“Do you remember the battle in Lion’s Arch against the minions of Zhaitan?” 

How would he forget that? He had spent days with Ihan and Joseph cleaning the city, trying to heal his sadness with risen’s blood. Until Commander Sirhasi asked if he was alright and he ended up crying like the child he was into the norn woman’s bosom.

“Yes, that face tells me that you do” Enzo whispered. Maybe lost in his own memories of those awful times. “Steward Gixx told Magisters Irene and Gialinn to help him with a relic of Balthazar. He thought that someone had to wield its power and since it was a human god...”

“It had to be a human, and there were no other nerds close to you” he muttered.

“Yes. I had to carry a part of the spirit of a god of fire, fury, and mass murder. As powerful as I felt, it was not a good experience. I thought nothing of it later, just a weird experience in an extremely hard time. Until Balthazar returned..” he lowered his head, while Alesso put the pieces together in his head.

“Whatever remained of the fucker within you, resonated with him, then” The sniper stated, only understanding the implications a second later “So your behavior, the fire that sometimes escaped from your illusions… that was Balthazar...”

Enzo nodded “Yes. One time I spat molten embers, one night I cried fire, and sometimes I just wanted to kill someone. Anyone. And I hid it all from everyone but my colleagues of the Priory”

“Well shit, even I didn’t saw that coming, except the part when you almost scared Cesare to death, of course,” Alesso looked at his brother, making him recoil slightly “Did you use your illusions to hide? Because you are good, but not that good”

“You rude prick. I happen to be that good” Lorenzo sneered “I was scared of any of you realizing it, I didn’t want you t think I was going to join the Zaishen or something like that”

Alesso moved closer to his brother “I get it... but if there was anyone of us who would have joined that prick, it would have been anyone but you” he saw the mesmer smiling, moved by his trust “After all, the stick in your ass wouldn’t let you bend the knee towards that monster”

“Fuck off” the strange laughter of Enzo pierced the night, sounding like a weird harpy in the cliffs “The point is: you are not alone, dumbass. Your god loved you. Maybe all that happened is sad, and I cannot imagine how you feel about it but...” He sighed and hugged Alesso from the side “You are still out little brother. The one who creeps us out because he looks a lot like dad. You’re part of the best and strongest guild in Tyria. The weirdest guy of the whole Pact...”

Now it was the turn of Alesso to laugh, like a tiny devil mocking Champion’s Dawn “I get it, you old cheesy geezer” He returned the hug, and felt his loneliness fading away “Thank you, really”

“I know, I am amazing. You are welcome” The fake pride of Lorenzo was even worse than his stupid smile, and he knew it “No, but in all seriousness, it is alright. You can tell me every time you feel bad about your existential crisis, at least regarding your godly issues. You’re my brother, and we are very similar....”

“Ew. Don’t remind me that. Makes me wanna hide under a rock” Alesso broke the hug, stood up, and took his rifle before looking up to the sky, smiling “Maybe Grenth is gone but... I feel I can still carry his will as long as I am with you, my family... bunch of losers” 

Lorenzo also stood up, stretching his back “You better. Without you, we wouldn’t be as good as we are. Also, I wouldn’t be able to fulfill my main familial obligation without you”

Knowing what kind of obligation he was talking about, Alesso sneered and said a single sentence. “To keep Cesare humble? Alright. Seems all this ‘Hero of Three Nations’ thing has started to go to his head, do you have a plan?”

The redhead smiled, malice covering his face “Oh yes, it includes portals. Lots of portals” he stated while opening one by their side.

“I may have an idea, but you lead the way”

The two brothers entered the shimmering pond of light, and for a moment there was nothing but peaceful silence in Istan.

Until the shriek of a heroic guardian pierced the night.

[deathcar]

コロナ禍で延期や中止になった公演、来れなかった方々

[2020]

2/21(金) Bill Pritchard @ 七針 2/22(土) Bill Pritchard @ 七針 2/23(日) Cicada @ TOT 2/24(月/祝) Pixies @ BAY HALL 2/25(��) Pixies @ EX THEATER 2/25(火) Angel baby @ 月見ル 2/26(水) Kevin Morby @ duo 2/28(金) Ezra Collective @ Billboard 2/28(金) Goldie @ Contact 2/29(土) Neon Bunny @ TRUNK 2/29(土) Rejoicer @ CIRCUS

3/2(月) MIKA @ COAST 3/3(火) Ari Lennox @ WWW X 3/3(火) New Order @ COAST 3⁄4(水) New Order @ COAST 3⁄5(木) Foals @ COAST 3⁄5(木) Raveena @ WWW X 3⁄5(木) Sandro Perri @ WWW 3⁄6(金) Brooke Candy @ UNIT 3⁄6(金) Kim Sawol @ Roji 3⁄7(土) Kim Sawol @ Time Out Cafe & Diner 3⁄7(土) FaltyDL @ VENT 3/8(日) Henning Schmiedt @ 明日館 3/9(月) Becca Stevens @ Blue Note 3/10(火) Becca Stevens @ Blue Note 3/10(火) Jonas Blue @ COAST 3/11(水) Jonas Blue @ Zepp DiverCity 3/12(木) Bruno Major / Georgie Clifford @ WWW 3/12(木) Fat White Family @ MARZ 3/12(木) Lightfoils @ Zher the ZOO 3/13(金) Lightfoils / Fauvely @ HIGH 3/13(金) Homeshake @ duo 3/14(土) Emily A. Sprague @ 七針 3/16(月) Ruel @ duo 3/16(月) Stereolab @ LIQUIDROOM 3/17(火) The National / Phoebe Bridgers @ Zepp DiverCity 3/18(水) The National / Phoebe Bridgers @ Zepp DiverCity 3/18(水) LAKE @ 7th floor 3/20(金/祝) Slipknot @ メッセ 3/20(金/祝) Merope @ OTOOTO 3/21(土) Slipknot @ メッセ 3/21(土) Jad Fair with Lumberob / CUSHIONS @ 7th floor 3/21(土) Emily A. Sprague @ soup 3/23(月) Bright Eyes @ LIQUIDROOM 3/24(火) Stormzy @ BLITZ 3/24(火) Jad Fair with Lumberob / CUSHIONS @ FEVER 3/25(水) LAKE @ 7th floor 3/25(水) イ・ラン @ 試聴室 3/26(木) Merope @ エアジン 3/27(金) イ・ラン @ BUSHBASH 3/27(金) Leonardo Marques @ 晴れ豆 3/27(金) Knxwledge / Mndsgn @ WOMB 3/27(金) Zed Bias @ Asia 3/27(金) Green Day @ メッセ 3/28(土) Green Day @ メッセ 3/28(土) イ・ラン @ 試聴室 3/29(日) イ・ラン @ 山谷 3/29(日) Eleventyseven @ HOME 3/29(日) Warm Bodies @ THREE 3/30(月) Julia Jacklin @ Billboard

4/1(水) Sheer Mag / Warm Bodies @ BUSHBASH 4/2(木) Glows / PVA @ o-nest 4/2(木) Tom Walker @ WWW X 4/3(金) Squarepusher @ COAST 4/3(金) Whitney @ Veats 4/3(金) Knxwledge / Mndsgn @ VISION 4/4(土) Helms Alee @ BUSHBASH 4/5(日) Helms Alee @ FEVER 4/7(火) Khalid @ PIT 4/8(水) Temples @ LIQUIDROOM 4/11(土) Sheer Mag @ HEAVY SICK 4/13(月) Sheer Mag @ FEVER 4/14(火) Ludovico Einaudi @ 国際フォーラム 4/14(火) DIIV @ LIQUIDROOM 4/15(水) TOY @ MARZ 4/16(木) TOY @ MARZ 4/16(木) Kindness @ WWW X 4/17(金)-19(日) [Rainbow Disco Club] * Antal x Huntee / Anthony Naples / Chaos In The CBD / Daniel Avery / ESA / GE-OLOGY & Red Greg / Moodymann / Motor City Drum Ensemble / Moxie / rRoxymore / Special Request 4/17(金) Mac DeMarco @ O-EAST 4/17(金) Daniel Avery @ VENT 4/18(土)-19(日) [CRAFTROCK CIRCUIT] * Pet Symmetry / UMT 4/18(土) Mac DeMarco @ O-EAST 4/18(土) Bonobo (DJ set) / Jon Hopkins (DJ set) @ O-EAST 4/19(日) [LifeSign] * Godspeed You! Black Emperor / Itasca 4/21(火) Larkin Poe @ duo 4/21(火) G. Love and Special Sauce @ QUATTRO 4/23(木) Pet Symmetry @ FEVER 4/23(木) Thundercat @ ガーデンホール 4/23(木) Pohjonen Alanko @ WWW 4/27(月) Crack Cloud @ FEVER

5/1(金) Samm Henshaw @ LIQUIDROOM 5/3(日) The TOYS @ EX-THEATER 5/4(月) Alcest @ UNIT 5/7(木) Big Thief @ WWW X 5/7(木) Halsey @ ガーデンシアター 5/9(土)-10(日) [LOVE SUPREME JAZZ FESTIVAL] * Musiq Soulchild / Robert Glasper / Sergio Mendes 5/10(日) Saves The Day @ LOFT 5/11(月) Saves The Day @ FEVER 5/12(火) Lauryn Hill @ ガーデンシアター 5/14(木) The Bluetones @ ODD 5/16(土)-17(日) [STAR FESTIVAL] * Gloo (Iglooghost/Kai Whiston/BABii) / Jayda G / Metrik + Dynamite MC / Mount Kimbie (DJ set) / Nite Fleit / SHERELLE / Zip 5/18(月) Rex Orange County @ BLITZ 5/18(月) Ásgeir @ Zepp DiverCity 5/18(月) Aiming For Enrike @ FEVER 5/19(火) Aiming For Enrike @ FEVER 5/20(水) New Hope Club @ ガーデンホール 5/21(木) MGMT @ PIT 5/21(木) ANOHNI @ 草月ホール 5/22(金) ANOHNI @ 草月ホール 5/22(金)-24(日) [TOKYO JAZZ FESTIVAL] * Herbie Hancock / Joshua Redman 5/23(土)-24(日) [GREENROOM FESTIVAL] * !!! / MGMT / Oscar Jerome / Sigrid / Tash Sultana 5/23(土)-24(日) [PARAMOUNT] * Alessandro Adriani / Giorgio Gigli / Mor Elian / Phuong-Dan / Planetary Assault Systems 5/25(月) Aiming For Enrike @ FEVER 5/26(火) Sigrid @ LIQUIDROOM 5/26(火) Moonchild @ QUATTRO 5/26(火) Tash Sultana @ BLITZ 5/27(水) The House of Love @ MARZ 5/28(木) The House of Love @ MARZ 5/28(木) Grégory Privat Trio @ COTTON CLUB 5/28(木) Further Seems Forever @ WOMB 5/29(金) Further Seems Forever @ WOMB 5/29(金) Ben Williams Band @ COTTON CLUB 5/30(土)-31(日) [FFKT] * Andy Stott / Caribou / Demdike Stare / DJ Python / Donna Leake / Gigi Masin / Hibiya Line / Luxixi / Maayan Nidam / MOCKY / Parris / Telefon Tel Aviv / Theo Parrish / Total Freedom / Zakia 5/30(土) Ben Williams Band @ COTTON CLUB 5/31(日) Ben Williams Band @ COTTON CLUB 5/31(日) MOCKY @ LIVE HAUS

6/1(月) epic45 @ FEVER 6/1(月) MOCKY @ LIVE HAUS 6/2(火) MOCKY @ LIVE HAUS 6/2(火) (Sandy) Alex G @ LIQUIDROOM 6/3(水) J.I.D @ WWW X 6/10(水) American Football @ COAST 6/11(木) Mew @ BLITZ 6/17(水) Slingshot Dakota @ Nine Spices 6/18(木) Parsnip @ LIVE HAUS 6/21(日) Slingshot Dakota @ RIPS 6/22(月) Slingshot Dakota @ FEVER 6/27(土) Parsnip @ Green Apple 6/27(土) Tangerine Dream @ CITTA' 6/28(日) Tangerine Dream @ CITTA'

7/22(水) Origami Angel / Short Fictions @ o-nest 7/23(木/祝) Origami Angel / Short Fictions @ OPPA-LA 7/26(日) Origami Angel / Short Fictions @ FEVER

8/21(金)-23(日) [FUJI ROCK FESTIVAL] * [8/21] Black Pumas / Clairo / Cory Wong / Derrick May / Disclosure / Donavon Frankenreiter / Elephant Gym / Future Islands / Georgia / Hinds / Jackson Browne / Lindstrøm / Men I Trust / Metronomy / Mura Masa / Neal Francis / Romy / Tame Impala / Tom Misch * [8/22] Celeste / Fantastic Negrito / Fontaines D.C. / Four Tet / Frente Cumbiero / Gryffin / Major Lazer / The Strokes / Yumi Zouma * [8/23] Altin Gun / Blackbear / Bruno Major / Colin Benders / Emotional Oranges / FKA twigs / Floating Points / GoGo Penguin / Muscle Shoals Soul Revue featuring Willie Hightower, Charles Hodges & Scott Sharrard / Rufus Wainwright / Voodoo Dead

9/2(水) Billie Eilish @ 横浜アリーナ 9/5(土)-6(日) [GREENROOM FESTIVAL] * !!! / José James / Oscar Jerome 9/8(火) Oh Wonder @ ??? 9/19(土)-21(月/祝) [SUPERSONIC] * [9/19] The 1975 / AURORA / beabadoobee / Blossoms / Fatboy Slim / Ian Brown / Liam Gallagher / Squid / Tones and I / Waterparks * [9/20] Conan Gray / DIGITALISM / Don Diablo / Jax Jones / Kygo / Skrillex / Steve Aoki / WarNymph (Grimes DJ Set) * [9/21] Alec Benjamin / Black Eyed Peas / Dominic Fike / Easy Life / Ghostemane / iDKHOW / Post Malone / Wu-Tang Clan

10/8(木) Massive Attack @ 国際フォーラム 10/9(金) Massive Attack @ 国際フォーラム 10/9(金) Red Hot Chilli Pipers @ LIQUIDROOM 10/20(火) The Chemical Brothers @ ガーデンシアター 10/21(水) The Chemical Brothers @ ガーデンシアター 10/21(水) Low Roar @ WWW X 10/31(土)-11/1(日) [FESTIVAL de FRUE] * The Master Musicians of Joujouka & The Orb / Fabiano do Nascimento

11/3(火/祝) The Master Musicians of Joujouka & The Orb @ WWW X 11/5(木) Stormzy @ COAST

12/3(木) Homeshake @ duo 12/7(月) Lauryn Hill @ ガーデンシアター 12/7(月) TOY @ MARZ 12/8(火) TOY @ MARZ 12/18(金) 박혜진 Park Hye Jin @ Contact

[2021]

1/10(日) Slipknot @ メッセ 1/11(月/祝) Slipknot @ メッセ 1/16(土) Mew @ ガーデンホール 1/22(金) Samm Henshaw @ LIQUIDROOM 1/27(水) Thundercat @ ガーデンホール

2/18(木) Squarepusher @ COAST

3/22(月) New Hope Club @ ガーデンホール 3/24(水) Big Thief @ WWW X 3/26(金) Green Day @ メッセ 3/27(土) Green Day @ メッセ

4/9(金) G. Love & Special Sauce @ QUATTRO 4/22(木) Jonas Blue @ Zepp Yokohama 4/28(水) Jonas Blue @ COAST 4/30(金) Jonas Blue @ Zepp DiverCity

5/28(金) American Football @ COAST

6/30(水) Thundercat @ ガーデンホール

9/9(木) Stereolab @ O-EAST 9/9(木) Lauryn Hill @ ガーデンシアター 9/10(金) Samm Henshaw @ LIQUIDROOM 9/17(金) black midi @ O-EAST 9/18(土)-19(日) [SUPERSONIC] * Frank Walker / Kygo / Nicky Romero

11/6(土)-7(日) [FESTIVAL de FRUE] * Fabiano do Nascimento / Sam Gendel Concert Group

12/3(金) 박혜진 Park Hye Jin @ Contact 12/25(土) Solar / Black Merlin @ Contact 12/29(水) Agnes Aves / Black Merlin @ CIRCUS

[2022]

1/26(水) New Order @ Zepp Haneda 1/28(金) New Order @ Zepp Haneda

2/22(火) Jonas Blue @ PIT 2/24(木) Jonas Blue @ KT ZEPP YOKOHAMA 2/25(金) Jonas Blue @ ZEPP DiverCity

3/3(木) Samm Henshaw @ LIQUIDROOM

4/9(土) Slipknot @ メッセ 4/10(日) Slipknot @ メッセ 4/10(日) G. Love & Special Sauce @ QUATTRO 4/23(土) DJ Harvey @ Contact 4/25(月) DJ Harvey @ OPPA-LA 4/26(火) Lauryn Hill @ ガーデンシアター

5/26(木) Telefon Tel Aviv @ Contact

7/29(金)-31(日) [FUJI ROCK FESTIVAL] * Black Pumas / Say Sue Me / Fontaines D.C.

[musiconlycansaveme]

Pensò a centinaia di pagine zeppe di parole e sentì che il mondo gli faceva molto meno paura. 

Alessandro Baricco, Castelli di rabbia

[jjbamommies]

Caesar x Reader One Shot

“Now the bride will speak.” The announcer said. You and the love of your life had just gotten married moments ago.

“Y/N! I need the reports from today’s meeting on my desk by 7pm tonight!” You heard your boss Lisa Lisa say as she came around to your office door. You looked up from your macbook computer surprised and a little startled to see her standing there so suddenly, pulling you from your own little world of paperwork and reports. You sighed and nodded.

“Yes ma’am, I’ll have them on your desk by 7pm.” You said. She nodded walking out of your office and towards the elevator to her top office.

‘I really hope I’ll be able to finish these reports by 7, there is so much more I have to do!’ You thought to yourself, looking up at the clock which read 5:53pm.

‘I’ll just have to hurry and push through.’ You thought. You started to type on your computer again and fill out the reports again and tried to work before the clock hit 7pm. You finally finished filling out the reports when you realized the time was 6:45pm.

‘Oh no! Ms, Lisa Lisa will be very upset if I’m late with these reports!’ You thought to yourself. Your boss had a thing about being punctual. You hurried and printed off the reports. Ms. Lisa Lisa preferred you handing the reports to her physically, rather than sending them to her through email. After the reports were done printing, you looked at the time and saw that it was 6:48. You hurried and dashed out of your office and ran towards the elevator. As soon as you walked inside the elevator you noticed a man with blonde hair, which was odd to you because there was usually no one around at this time in the building. You anxiously pressed the button to reach the top floor swiping your card. Only select few had access reaching the top floor which housed your boss Lisa Lisa’s office and also her son Joseph and another main executive, which you had never met so you didn’t know his name. After you pressed the button you stepped back and accidentally tripped over the raised ledge in the elevator and bumped into the blonde guy and spewed your papers all over the elevator floor.

“Scusi, signora! Let me help you!” The blonde man said. He had an Italian accent. You cursed silently to yourself. Of course you would happen to do something like this. You both crouched down to pick up the scattered papers on the elevator floor. You look up at him through your lashes and blush when you notice him staring at you intently. He’s got beautiful green eyes and you can’t help but get lost in them. You both continue to look into each others eyes until you hear a ding from the elevator. You both break out of your trance and both look away blushing profusely.

“Oh uh thank you--?” You say, in questioning, waiting for him to respond with his name. He looks at you again and you both stand. You brush off your skirt and look at him waiting for his reply.

“Caesar, Caesar Zeppeli.” The man said, grabbing your hand that wasn’t holding the reports and kissing it sweetly. Your face reddened even more and you giggled a little. At this moment you forgot all about getting the reports Ms. Lisa Lisa as you both stood outside the elevator doors on Lisa Lisa’s floor.

“My name is Y/N Y/L/N, it’s so nice to meet you, thank you so much for your help Caesar.” You say smiling at him graciously. This man is so kind and generous for taking time time to help you pick up your papers after you were the one to oh so gracefully bump into him.

“Bene certo signora, I’m always here to help a damsel in distress.” Caesar said with a wink. You just smiled and nodded. Suddenly you realized what you were SUPPOSED to be doing and cursed. You looked up at the clock to see that it was 7:05pm. You silently prayed that Ms. Lisa Lisa was in a good mood today and wouldn’t chew you out for being late today.

“Caesar, I’m so very sorry but I have to go, I’m late for turning in my reports and Ms. Lisa Lisa hates tardiness! I must go but, I hope to see you again!” You say urgently rushing away before he can reply. Caesar chuckles watching your retreating form scurry away to Lisa Lisa’s office. You hurry as fast as you can in your heels to Ms. Lisa Lisa’s office. As soon as you get to her office she is waiting for you.

“You’re late Y/n.” Ms. Lisa Lisa says to you sternly. You gulp and nod at this. She gets out of her chair and comes around her desk and sits on the edge of it in the front. She gestures for you to hand her the reports.

“I am so sorry Ms. Lisa Lisa, I got caught up with the reports. It won’t happen again Ma’am.” You say ashamed. She looks at you and notices that your face is still flushed from earlier. You always considered Ms. Lisa Lisa as a mother since yours had died when you were only a baby. She knew you better than anyone. She knew that Caesar was supposed to be coming up at this time to meet with her son Joseph, and had saw you and Caesar talking on the security cameras, her being the overprotective ‘mom’ that she was, questioned you about the encounter with her son’s best friend and her executive.

“Y/N, is that the only reason you were caught up with time? You haven’t happened to be caught up talking with anyone?” She asked with a knowing sly smirk. Your head shot up suddenly and you blushed profusely, shocked that Ms. Lisa Lisa had known that you were held up talking with Caesar. You stuttered and tried to explain but she just brushed it off and sent you on your merry way laughing. You left her office embarrassed that you had been caught, feeling like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. You headed towards the elevator and went home.

It’s been weeks and you haven’t seen Caesar, you’re beginning to think, he doesn’t actually work there anymore. You just arrived to your office and when you enter you see a vase of flowers. You take the note off and read it, “My thoughts are free to go in anywhere,, but it’s surprising how often they head in your direction. - A”

‘A?’ You thought to yourself. ‘ Who could that possibly be? Maybe they were sent here by mistake.’ You look at the “To” part and see, “To: Y/N Y/L/N” You look around confused and set the flowers to the side and just shrug because you have work to do. The next day you had a box of your favorite chocolates and a teddy bear on your desk. With a card reading, “I made a wish and you came true.” -A. This happened repeatedly for 2 weeks before you found out from people chatting and gossiping that it was Caesar Zeppeli, Ms. Lisa Lisa’s executive that was crushing on the bosses assistant. So you decided to confront Caesar to get to the bottom of your secret admirer. It was 2pm so you knew Caesar was in his office, you headed up to the top floor. You headed to his office knocking on the door. You heard his Italian accent welcoming you inside.

“Y/N?! What a wonderful surprise!” Caesar said shocked to see you standing there. You smiled and walked over to his desk. He beckoned for you to sit down in one of the big comfortable looking chairs. You pondered over how you were going to bring this up and by accident you blurted out,

“Are you my secret admirer, the one that’s been sending me all the flowers and notes?” You covered your mouth as soon as the words came out and your face turned a bright shade of red. You couldn’t believe you just blurted that out like that. He just looked at you calmly and smiled as if he was waiting for you to finally come to him and ask.

“I was waiting for you to come ask me this signora bella.” He said calmly. You looked at him surprised to hear this. You both looked at each other before you spoke up. This was your chance.

“Do you wanna, like… I mean if you’re not busy....we could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” You asked him nervously. He looked at you shocked then just chuckled.

“Now the groom will speak.” The announcer at the wedding said into the microphone. Caesar stood up and held the microphone in his hands looking down at you his beautiful new wife. You had just spoken your story, now was his turn. “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror, but you were the first one to ask me out and it threw me off guard.”

You both were on your first date at a restaurant called ‘Alessandro” on one particularly chilly night. You both chatted and got to know one another and ate. It seemed as if you knew each other all your lives. After dinner you both decided to walk around town. As you were walking you realized you probably should of brought a bigger coat as it was getting progressively colder tonight. Caesar noticed this.

“Let’s share my coat, since you’re cold.” He said gesturing you over to him. You blushed and nodded walking over to him and he opened his trench coat and pulled you into his chest and wrapped both of you in his trench coat. You both walked together down the harbor holding hands and wrapped in his coat.

“She was holding on to me so tight and her hands were so cold.” Caesar said chucking while looking at you. The guests all laughed. You just smiled thinking back on the memory of your first date with Caesar. You couldn’t believe that you were finally married to the man of your dreams and what are the chances of you finding him in such odd circumstances. You were so happy that you had found Caesar and that you were now Y/N Zeppeli. You find love in the most unexpected ways.

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Paint me from the drabble prompts for whoever it fits best?

OK so, you have given me the chance to choose, and I want to give my dear noble Necromancer, Maesta Renata, the chance to shine. She is of orrian descent and this is a bit of the story of how she turned from sheltered lonely noble to adventurer thanks to her 5 silly friends who decided to be the Heroes of Shaemoor.

Those 5 boys are a mashup of characters @disaster-bi-canach and I took from another IP and OCs we developed from that. We decided to move them to GW2 and have fun. HERE is a pic of them all.

The night air was dense with smoke and unanswered questions. Most of the Seraph were quiet, focusing on their duty, and on the noble lady who had entered unanounced along with their Captain. They were observant enough to know that Logan Thackeray was more tense than usual, and that in spite of her gorgeous clothes, the lady had the sweet and metallic aroma of spilled blood all around her.

“A kidnapped noble and a bandit conspiracy in Salma’s district was not what I expected to come from your party, Lady Seserakh“ Logan stated, looking at his desk as if to distract himself of the matter at hand. “It was not my party, Captain”  emphazised Maesta, clearly annoyed at the mere idea “It was Lord Faren’s party, in honor of the heroes of Shaemoor“

Logan sighed deeply “So, a party when the guests of honor do not appear, and the host ends up in a bandit lair rescued by a necromancer. I must admit, it is way more interesting than the noble galas I am used to“ A small smile graced the lips of the noble, and she relaxed a bit, though her gaze didn’t lost its edge. The Captain finally took a file from his desk, and opened it so she could see it; on it were the documents of a dead Seraph called Mario Zeppeli, killed by the Risen years ago. “I assume you knew this man, and if not, I guess you know his eldest son. My men told me you were trying to court him months ag-“

“I was not!“ she exclaimed, the harsh tone of her voice contrasting to her exqusiite mannerisms “I-I mean… forgive me Captain. I… yes, Cesare. I used to be close to him. And as many nobles, I thought myself clever enough to make him settle down. I was foolish however, and I failed“

Her curt answer way too short to disallow suspiscion from the Captain. His eyes closed slightly, too tired for nimble wordplay, Logan decided to be blunt. “He was with me and other adventurers the day of the attack on Shaemoor, and now he is reported to be on Queensdale. But is was not alone: the intelligence you gathered says he and his relatives were the real targets of today’s attack. I need to know who they are, my Lady. I need to know if they are potential assets or potential traitors to Kryta“

Maesta glared at the Captain, but calmed down as soon as she felt the rustle of steel coming from the surrounding Seraph. She sighed deeply, and looked down, sadness making her limbs limp around her. “It is impossible, they can’t be traitors. If anything, they are some of the most noble men I have ever knew. Faren and I expected their return after their mother wrote them a letter, but it seemed they didn’t recieved it, or they just didn’t care…“

Logan felt the creeping sadness taking over her, little by little. The feeling of being forgotten was not something he knew well, but it was hard for him not to be kind, or at least trying. “That we cannot know yet, but there is something more important, my Lady: you said they were good men, but I saw two boys younger than any Seraph in the battle, and I want to know who they are“

He took his own chair and offered it to Maesta, kindly letting her sit and look over his desk. He also took some sheets of paper, along with pencils and a piece of charcoal. “As far as I know, most ladies of your upbringing know how to draw, am I right?“ Confused, Maesta nodded “Well, then I would like you to make a protrait of your friends, and tell me who they are, so I can track them down and ensure they come back home“

Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the melancholy that was shattering her heart, but Maesta accepted, and took the papel and the pencils, making five base models for portraits. While she was doing that, Logan took the liberty to ask for food and drink, and to assure that everything was in proper order around the headquarters.

When he looked back, he could see the portrait of two men on the paper: one was Cesare, the brave guardian that had fought by his side in Shaemoor, the other was a man with longer hair and a whimsical beard, his smile wide, even if his eyes did not reflect joy.

“You already know who Cesare is, the other is Julius. He is an engieneer, and its probably the leader among them all. He and the others are Cesare’s cousins, although they are all around the same age“ Lady Seserakh wrote their names besides their portraits, and added some shadows with charcoal “Julius wanted to be a Seraph once, but he did not enter, although he was in the Academy, and passed all his exams… he is too aware of his duties, and sometimes he can be bossy, but never tyrannical. He and his brothers have the weirdest laughs I have ever heard“ She stated, smiling softly one more time.

Silence engulfed them once more, and this time, Logan looked at Maesta working. A servant brought wine, bread and cheese, and he took the chance to drink and eat a bit before looking at two extremely dissimilar faces: the two boys he had seen fight. One was a lean lad, smaller than any of the other adventurers, his gaze cold as his gestures, strands of his hair falling across his forehead. The other was a larger lad, wide and strong, his long dark hair in a high ponytail. His features were round and soft, with thick lips and shining eyes that showed both serenity and a streak of melancholy.

“The twins. They are the younger of them all, if anything they must be fifteen by now“ She shook her head, stretching her fingers and looking up to the skylight above them “The little one is Alessandro, he is way too quiet and smart for his own good. Taking interest in all the secrets he can find; he loves to hear the stories of how my father and his espionage escapades. Even now, I am scared he is having some stupid ideas about being an information broker…“

The Captain frowned at that: although fifteen was way too young for anything, he remembered the traps well, along with the poisons that the scrawny kid had used against the centaurs. He sounded like a real handful, or a huge asset if he acted the right way.

But the voice of Maesta pulled him from his reveries, back into reality “The big boy is Salvatore. He is a real softie, somehow he adopted a Drake broodmother and befriended her. Ludmila lives in my house, a huge noble lady trapped in the body of a huge fire-spitting creature” The mental image elicited a soft laughter from her, but it died soon “He is too insecure to be out there killing centaurs and getting into trouble, if he is doing so it must be because of his siblings“

The murmur of pencils over paper suddenly filled the space between them; Logan had no idea why, but Maesta had started to draw with an extremely detailed pace. All protraits had a good amount of detail, but there was a depth of detail in the last one that almost shocked him. Long, silky strands of lighter hair, the steady gaze of someone whose thoughts were varied and deep, tight lips and the freckles of youth that somehow did not seem out of place on such a serious and somehow feminine face.

“The red haired mesmer…“ He whispered, marveled at the details of his face. “His name is Lorenzo“ the Lady said, not yet finished with her work “And yes, his hair is longer than any of them. He could be confused with a girl if it wasnt for his voice and the strak line of his jaw. Somehow I thought he was going to apply fro the Durmand Priory; he is very knowledgeable about magical theory… he wouldn’t be an adventure unless there was something new to know…“

A sudden dreamy look on her face appeared, lasting just a second before a nervous smile appeared “Alright, these are the men who fought by your side, Captain. I am sure you want these with the same amount of detail, so give me a moment and I will… you know…“ Her hands moved once more, drawing details that were not there before. Freckles and beauty marks, small wrinkles of laughter or frowns that were not there, details that only someone who loved those lads would be able to remember.

“How did you met them?“ He wondered aloud, noticing the change of guards and the bright moonlight in the center of the room. “We have lived in Salma for years; not only are we nieghbors, but their father is a doctor; he takes care of my father’s health as well as mine. His name is Gregorio, and he knew my dad when both were under service of the Sera-“

She stopped all of sudden, unable to look elsewhere but the paper. When she finally did, her gaze was full of anger, an accusation present in her deep frown. “Their father was a Seraph, he served in the Highlands along with Mario, and recieved and honorary discharge after his death. And I know that their mother had something to do with the Crown, Captain. There is no way you couldn’t know this” Her fists curled, but she did not reach out for her dagger. “You knew all of this, Captain. Am I right? Then why did you bring me here? Grenth’s breath I swear that if you don’t give me an answer I-“

“There is no need to get to angry, child“ A clear feminine voice broke the tension between them. A beautiful woman with exqusiite clothes had entered silently, and now walked to them. Her presence was powerful, even if she did not look as strong as any of the Seraph around her. “Logan knew the names and the faces of your friends, but there are many details that cannot be found in the files of a retired man. He needed information so he could decide if they are hero material, or just some silly boys playing adventurer“

An anwkward silence fell upon them, and it was the woman’s soft cough that made Logan break it. “Allow me to introduce Countess Anise, Master Exemplar of the Shining Blade, and personal counselor to Queen Jennah“ The womam gave a short bow, and Maesta stood up so she could return the gesture. She seemed confused, instead of angry, but her questions lingered in the night air.

“And may I know why someone of your rank is interested in this intel, my Lady?“ She asked with a hint of hesitance in her voice. “Because these lads of yours can be heroes for our Queendom. But to be honest, this is why our dear Logan is interested in them, as for me…“ she stated, looking at the portraits on the table “I am interested in arts. Especially the art of observation. I am marveled at your capacity for detail, Lady Seserakh, especially the depth of your knowledge about people. Also, the fact that you are one of the few non-sylvari Firstborn who has knows something about Orr doesn’t make me any less interested…“

Maesta blushed furiously, but her gestures didn’t betray her intentions. “I think you are talking to the wrong noble regarding social skills. Half of the court thinks I am cursed, and the other half can’t seem to forget that Grenth blessed me with something that terrifies them, and therefore ignores me as much as possible“

The dignity of her statements was broken by a chuckle of the Countess “I am aware of that, child. You are invisible and unwelcomed, far from intrigue, except for the times your dear friend Faren has been your gallant lad in distress. You are also a good book keeper, and your archive is impecable, as far as your dear father has told me. A silent shadow with amazing manners and a diplomatic streak…“ Anise breahted deeply, a proud and charming smile in her face “What I am implying here my dear, is that I am not just looking for intel on your dear friends… I am here to recruit you for the Shining Blade“

A moment passed. And the deep silence was not broken this time. Lady Seserakh lowered her gaze, deep in thought, she closed her eyes for a couple of seconds…

And then, she nodded.

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Beppe, piedone piacentino

LA FORMULA 1 E ANCHE LE FORMULE MINORI sono zeppe di piloti coraggiosi che, nonostante sfidassero il destino ad ogni gara, non hanno avuto mai il successo che meritavano. Uno di loro è Beppe Gabbiani. Piacentino doc Beppe nasce con la benzina nelle vene. Dopo vari titoli vinti in Italia e in Europa sui Kart, passa in F3 e in F2 continuando a vincere. Viene notato dai talent di F1 che gli propongono di entrare nella categoria regina per sostituire l’infortunato Vittorio Brambilla alla guida della Surtees-Ford per poi passare, l’anno dopo, alla March ufficiale. Beppe si distingue subito per il piglio di guida tanto da meritarsi il nome di “Piedone” e da filo da torcere anche a piloti più blasonati come Niki Lauda e Alessandro Nannini. Ma la convivenza nel mondo della F1 è spesso complicata, così Beppe spesso sperimenta le sue doti anche in gare Endurance, pro car, F2 e F3000. Oggi ci parla di lui un amico che lo conosce molto bene: Alberto Colombo MONZA, SETTEMBRE 1980. Beppe Gabbiani con la moglie Grace (a destra) e la mia futura moglie (al centro). Con Beppe avevo un bel rapporto di amicizia. Era un gran Piedone e avrebbe potuto vincere l'Europeo di F2, ma era matto come un cavallo. Vi racconto alcuni episodi a dimostrazione. Lui sono sicuro non si offenderà. Una sera lo incontro nel corridoio dell'albergo in Svezia completamente nudo. Read the full article

[doveinizialostraordinario]

“Pensò a centinaia di pagine zeppe di parole e sentí che il mondo gli faceva molto meno paura”

Alessandro Baricco, Castelli di Rabbia

[pangeanews]

“Va oltre ogni comprensibile misura”: sulla poesia di Michelangelo, uno che scrive azzannando

Michelangelo va letto a Roma, la città animalesca, che ha il cuore di marmo e assiste, felina, ultradentata, alla desolazione dell’uomo – nelle chiese, ad esempio, moltiplicate come pozzi (perché più è alta, la basilica, più è imponente, più si dovrebbe sprofondare accedendovi), non si entra per pregare l’invisibile ma per omaggiare il visibile, che non rimanda ad altro che a Wikipedia, a una devozione turistica, non certo drammatica.

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Quando Rainer Maria Rilke deve scegliere una costellazione di poesie da tradurre, predilige, di tutta la letteratura italiana, i sonetti di Michelangelo, a cui si applica con vigorosa venerazione. Certo, qui c’è il poeta interessato a Rodin, affascinato da Cézanne, che tenta una parola che si possa ‘toccare’, che sia vivente – antico sogno alchemico del poeta. Allo stesso modo, nei sonetti appuntati a caso, nelle rovine di versi monchi, morsi, parziali, spauriti, che Michelangelo segna intorno ai disegni, come per eccesso d’ispirazione – per darsi freno o fragore –, c’è l’artista che vuole dara alla figura, alla pittura, veridicità di verbo. Come se la parola specificasse la volontà statuaria della vita.

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Poi, affascina il disordine, l’inattualità del gesto, sganciato da altro desiderio che terminare nelle ganasce di Roma. “Michelangelo non pubblicò le sue poesie. Sfumato nel 1546 un progetto di edizione, intrapreso con l’aiuto dell’amico Luigi del Riccio, non risulta che ci pensasse più, pur dedicando ancora lungo tempo e fatica a comporre versi”, scrive Ettore Barelli. Al cospetto dell’incontenibile opera artistica di Michelangelo, le poesie sembrano giochi, avventate vanità – che errore… nella poesia Michelangelo lotta contro la morte, ama, si disossa, scava se stesso: “Con tanta servitù, con tanto tedio/ e con falsi concetti e gran periglio/ dell’alma, a sculpir qui cose divine”. L’anima, per dare forma al divino, deve stare in pericolo, pericolante.

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Rilke vede per primo ciò che gli italiani appena intravedono. Ugo Foscolo tenta di recuperare alla lettura il Michelangelo poeta – “Che Michelangelo fosse disposto a poesia non è da dubitare” – intuendo che l’artista si è fatto ispirare, nel gesto, dalla poesia, quella di Dante soprattutto (“Michelangelo diceva di aver disegnate le sue figure, disposti i gruppi, date le movenze e l’espressione alle teste col poema di Dante”). Benedetto Croce non capisce le poesie del genio, le giudica coi parametri suoi, le dice piene di “improprietà, zeppe oscurità, contorsioni, durezze, che non si possono accettare”. Ciò che agli occhi del filosofo è difetto per noi, ora, è diletto, avanguardia, eccedenza. Si limitò a dire, Rilke, “costui era l’uomo che, gigantesco, al di sopra di ogni misura, dimenticò l’immensurabilità”.

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Poeta chiaroscurale, già barocco, dell’eros e della colpa, della carne e del tormento, dell’urlo e del caos, Michelangelo è più potente dei coevi, proprio perché si muove a quattro zampe nella poesia, scrive azzannando. Va adorato, con candele negli occhi, il Michelangelo tardo, ossessionato dal morire (“Che val che tanto lume altrui prometta,/ s’anzi vien morte, e senza alcun refugio/ ferma per sempre in che stato altri assale?”), che si fa diarista della corruzione (“Vivo al peccato, a me morendo vivo”), che con un gergo sigilla l’eternità di Roma, con l’altro ne vive il baratro, l’inclinazione al nulla, la liquefazione.

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L’unico ad aver compreso la poesia di Michelangelo, elevandole a canone sinistro, a baricentro di una poesia obliqua, sconfitta, vitale, ostile alla lirica consueta (quella avvinta da maestria retorica, avvitata nell’ovvio), ad esaltare la “dura, scontrosa, indignata solitudine” di quei versi, “nel loro cupo, marmoreo e sdegnoso disparte”, poesia che “attende d’essere impietosamente sverginata”, è Giovanni Testori. “La verità è che Michelangelo non intende recedere un solo attimo dal suo forsennato, implacabile corpo a corpo col corpo; il più tragico e inesorabile che la storia della poesia conosca… Probabilmente, alla resa dei conti, tutte le Rime non sono che un efferato e sublime ricatto. La bellezza è infinita, immensa, ma soprattutto è troppo; va oltre ogni comprensibile e contenibile misura; si pone come l’insopportabilità stessa; è un dato che si disfa per troppa luce”.

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Vago per Roma con le poesie di Michelangelo in tasca: la sera, al Teatro Basilica, in San Giovanni in Laterano, va in scena Bianca, una riduzione scenica di Moby Dick, per la scrittura di Gianni Guardigli e la regia di Alessandro Di Murro, con Daniela Giovanetti a fare un Ismaele di spiritato candore, quasi Peter Pan – con lei, le musiche baleniere, gitane, piene di Norina Angelini. Il teatro è magnifico: un nido di pietra, sotto la Scala Santa, quella percorsa da Gesù per accedere all’aula dove sarà interrogato da Pilato. Secondo la storia, è la madre di Costantino, Elena, ad aver portato a Roma la scala: gradinata del giudizio, altezza che porta al baratro della morte, verticale che coincide con il vuoto – si ascende discendendo. Antonio Calenda, il grande regista, mi dice che nel santuario erano custodite tre reliquie, ora custodite altrove: un pezzo della Croce, i sandali di Gesù da ragazzo, il suo prepuzio. Più tardi, dirò che per me, a Roma, la Balena Bianca e l’Estasi di Santa Teresa del Bernini, che attende di essere fiocinata, in quella bianchezza che seduce e agghiaccia – e se sotto quell’oceano di vesti non ci fosse un corpo ma un urlo? La mano della santa che pende, dal gorgoglio del marmo: forse è quello Dio, la ragione della caccia, l’assoluto dell’assalto. Michelangelo no, lui è altro – a tratti è Achab, che fustiga se stesso (“Vivo della mia morte e, se ben guardo,/ felice vivo d’infelice sorte;/ e chi viver non sa d’angoscia e morte,/ nel foco venga, ov’io mi struggo e ardo”: ovunque è corpo che ustiona, ardimento d’ardore, doratura d’angoscia). Per lo più, Michelangelo è oceano.

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In un madrigale, Michelangelo pare, scardinando le cronologie, adombrare le lettere di Kafka a Milena, “tu sei per me il coltello col quale frugo dentro me stesso”. Michelangelo scrive che la donna “tiene/ il crudel ferro dentro a la ferita./ E così morte e vita,/ contrarie, insieme in un picciol momento/ dentro a l’anima sento”. La “ferita” non è solo quella d’amore, dell’amore atteso, disatteso, discinto, scisso: è la ferita dell’anima, l’anima che è una ferita, che è “la grazia il tormento”. D’altronde, il canzoniere di Michelangelo è una confessione, una specie di altare su cui l’artista si annienta, sciancandosi con versi-sciabolate: “Dilombato, crepato, infranto e rotto…/ L’arte pregiata, ov’alcun tempo fui/ di tant’opinïon, mi rec’a questo,/ povero, vecchio e servo in forz’altrui,/ ch’io son disfatto, s’i’ non muoio presto”. Il gioco d’amore, in queste poesie piene di scatti, di estasi, di guaiti, sta, anche, nel contrasto tra la figura superficiale dell’amata – la “donna altiera”, d’irraggiungibile severità –  e “l’imagine vera”: chi siamo veramente, di chi siamo davvero stampo, a cosa rimandiamo con una precisione che acceca? (d.b.)

*In copertina: un disegno preparatorio di Michelangelo per la Cappella Sistina

L'articolo “Va oltre ogni comprensibile misura”: sulla poesia di Michelangelo, uno che scrive azzannando proviene da Pangea.

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@disaster-bi-canach​, got some ideas, but right now these are the only ones coming forth, enjoy. Alessandro, priest of Grenth moments:

"Weird, but not a sin"

"This is why the gods left"

"Y'all need Grenth"

"I am not a healer but..."

“I wasn’t ordained yesterday, you know?“

“That burn was so sick I am willing to make the burial prayers right now“

“Are they not behaving? Give me my blackest robe, I will teach them a lesson“

“Try sleeping in a coffin, it puts your life in perspective“

“I didn’t die twice for this bullshit“

-Sleeps with a T-shirt thay says I DIED TWICE AND THE ONLY THING I GOT WERE CREEPY GLOWING EYES-

“I was 14 when I made a bandit cry, so stop trying to scare me“

“If the confession is about my cousin, I don’t wanna hear it“

[pact-mom-kyrie]

So I wanted more priest shenanigans, but I didn’t want to make the original post even longer so here we are. Also, blame @disaster-bi-canach for enabling my religious-themed fixations. Moments when Alessandro, priest of Grenth, got drunk out of his mind slightly inebriated:

“You know, the Elonian books didn’t say Joko was uncircumcised... that wretched wrinkly thing will forever haunt me“

“I would like to copy some aspects of Norn burial rituals so instead of saying ‘We are here to conmemorate Ulysses Oleander, butler of Rurikon’ I could say ‘HERE IS LYS OF RURIKON, BIG OF HEART, DUMB OF ASS, HIS LEGEND OF GLORIOUS SPANKING ENDS HERE”

“Stop saying ’Balthazar’s Might’, idiot got murdered by a drunk muscly norn, a charr with a fire sword, a mesmer disguised as a corpse, and a sparkly tiny dragon, so he wasn’t that strong“

“IF YOU KNOW HOW I AM, WHY DO YOU INVITE ME?!“

“Yeah I sold my cousin’s undies one day you know? Mom’s birthday’s gift was not gonna buy itself“

“Dude has so much sex I think he was born from Lyssa’s clitoris“

“The good think about being tiny is that you can punch most humanoid menaces in the groin with no effort“

“If you think this is a gross violation of the code of clergy, wait until you realize I pissed on Caudecus grave for 8 days straight“

Maybe there will be more ideas later, who knows.

[pact-mom-kyrie]

“Your god left, child. Now you are alone, a revivied corpse in a doomed world“ Spat the awakened, its mocking voice dripping with contempt.

“My Lord left. That I know” the deadeye whispered, checking his reaperforged rifle “But I stayed, and I will not die until I fulfill His will, scum"

Shoutout to @disaster-bi-canach​! Thanks for the Seven Reapers design! I saw this as soon as it got out and thought of Alesso, but suddenly forgot bc reasons. Look at the lad! Don’t be fooled, he is enraptured by the idea of a rifle found in the Hall of Chains, anything from the divine husband is a blessing, after all.

[ren-val]

2, 3, 4 and 38 for the gw2 asks bc I want to expose you but I also love you

2. What was your first characters race/class (profession)?

Way before I made Kyrie, I had this lad, and the Asura ele. At the time I was clueless regarding most of the game’s mechanics, mostly regarding to crafting, and although I loved necro and ele, I didn’t *click* with them, so to speak. That was a long time ago, but I feel they still live in Enzo’s looks and Kyrie’s name (the asura girl had also the Sirhasi name).

3. How many characters do you have?

10! Kyrie Sirhasi (norn mesmer), Giralein (sylvari guardian), Gialinn (sylvari elementalist), Faloun Atreides (norn warrior), “Taihr“ Enzo Zeppeli (human eingeneer), Maesta Renata (human necromancer), Airondile (sylvari mesmer), Alessandro “Vipera“ Zeppeli (human thief), Galahad Kircheis (norn ravenant), Naoise Deireadh (sylvari ranger)…and I have a slot that I will use for keyfarming and then for sweet Muriel (Bc I dont have a cosplay character and I NEED SOFT FOREST GIANT MURIEL ON GW2).

4. Whats your favourite race?

THE BEEF AND THE SALAD. I mean, norn and sylvari. They both amazing.

38. Best memory in guild wars?

LET’S GO FOR AN EMOTIONAL RIDE.

I have many good memories in this game, and many with you, but if I had to choose one, it would be The Reforging of Caladbolg.

I remeber it was a Wednesday, and I was feeling kind of down. I had a book lecture and I went there, going back to my house all alone in the abysmal Miami public transportation system. Mind you, I was in a foreign land where I did not have any family, just a couple of friends, and I was shattering under the pressure of writing my thesis proposal. You had told me they had done a treasure hunt and it had to do with Treahearne, but I had no idea how emotional it would be.

For all those who don’t know, Trahearne is my favourite character in the game, and his death felt like the death of a real person. I can make a whole essay of why, but to keep it short, he was a character I could relate on a deep level, as a scholar, as a quiet person and as someone who desperately wants to make the world a better place. Although I am an optimist, I couldn’t help but feel bad when there was no memorial, no tomb, no closure… until it came.

I remember we almost did not sleep. I remember how you cried when we fought Riannoc, and how I cried when we heard Trahearne’s voice again. I remember how we didn’t care about the time, money and materials, how seemless it seem to be with our own story. I had made Kyrie carry the shards of Caladbolg, as a reminder of his presence, and when I finally could reforge it again with Giralein, my plantboi guardian, it felt perfect. Giralein was and still is the symbol of those brave, kind and corageous parts of me that rarely see the light, so giving him closure and a new purpose as the Knight-Commander of the Knights of the Thorn was pure healing.

And now, even after all these months and the expansions, I still go back to the Grove, and look at the memorial and wonder how would it be if he was there. I look at Naoise, the sylvari boy I made out of my own love for Kyrie and Trahearne’s love story, and remember that day when we remade a sword made out not of violence, but love. A thorn to protect, to plunge deep in our hearts to eliminate doubt and fear.

It may be odd, but even if it is fictional and a game, I feel I also remade myself a bit with that quest.