#Ignare

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"Ignare" di Pirandello: una potente riflessione contro la violenza di genere. In scena a Palermo la novella scandalosa di Pirandello, riletta da Lucia Incarbona

Domenica 1 dicembre 2024, alle ore 18:00, il Teatro Apparte di Palermo ospiterà una rappresentazione teatrale carica di significato: "Ignare", tratto dall’omonima novella di Luigi Pirandello e adattato dalla regista e attrice Lucia Incarbona.

Domenica 1 dicembre 2024, alle ore 18:00, il Teatro Apparte di Palermo ospiterà una rappresentazione teatrale carica di significato: “Ignare”, tratto dall’omonima novella di Luigi Pirandello e adattato dalla regista e attrice Lucia Incarbona. Questo spettacolo fa parte della rassegna “Trame e miraggi” 2024/2025, organizzata da Panormos Officina Artistica in collaborazione con L’Incanto di Iris e…

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Day 78

[githik]

how do i make people care about my random ramblings?

[nastyfck]

@scnsuality; where jesse bit off more than he could chew

There was something about Jesse that enthralled Ignar. He had a hard time trying to pinpoint what it was exactly but he reasoned he'd be able to figure that out down the line once he had the other firmly in his clutches.

He'd initially hired Jesse as driver, nothing more than that so he would have some plausible deniability were he to be captured, whether by the police or his rivals. Still, it didn't mean Jesse would be out of trouble were that to happen, varying degrees depending on who got to him first. Along with that, there was an unwritten but very obvious rule not to work for one of his rivals, not even off the books. Whether Jesse was naïve or foolish or trying to exploit his good graces... Well, now he's in a little bit of a pickle. Ignar sat down next to the slightly older man, who wasn't tied down but had guards flanking his either side. Certainly like all other men that were older than him, Jesse must have at some point had the thought, 'how did he come to command a criminal empire?' Well, he had a secret, he couldn't fucking die... or age. He might look like he was in his late twenties but that couldn't be further from the truth. The immortal held his pistol loosely, tracing the other man's scruffy jaw with the muzzle, "You know... if this endeavour has taught me anything, is that your loyalty can be bought a little too easily." He pulled it away then, placing his hands on his knees. "That last job you did? With Axel's crew? Well, the cops are well aware." Might have tipped them off himself. But Jesse didn't need to know that. It was a win-win scenario for Ignar: weaken Axel and tie Jesse further to him. "If they catch you, you know what that means right? If they so much as sniff out that I regularly employ you, how would you think that would go for me? How'd you think that would go for you?"

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[lemondeabicyclette]

👇 29.11.23 - Doublage ezdubs de cette magistrale mise au point par Denis Rancourt de l'Université d'Ottawa.👇🏾

[ebatbuok]

Vert Marine 5 (la découverte des résultats)

[jamin-turganbaev]

League of Legends, Worlds 2023, squads

NRG NA #1

[male-spirit]

J'invite les pros russes et autres vatniks à aller vivre à Moscou, vous serez en cohérence avec vous-mêmes.

[smokingago]

“Siamo un battito di ali delle stelle: muoiono partorendo gli atomi che ci compongono, ma sono del tutto ignare delle vicende umane, indifferenti ai nostri barlumi di grandezza e agli abissi del nostro ego. Forse guardando le cose da una scala cosmica saremmo più disposti a perdonarci a vicenda la nostra piccolezza, ad aiutarci l’un l’altro a vivere con serenità il nostro breve tempo sulla Terra.”

Samantha Cristoforetti, Diario di un’apprendista astronauta

[unacaoticaillusione]

i tempi sono cambiati.

l’ignoranza coltivata a colpi di tweet, finti gladiatori che combattono incessantemente nelle arene di squallidi programmi televisivi, presidenti di stati che giocano a fare la guerra utilizzando la vita altrui con superficialità, l’informazione statale libera totalmente falsata nonché mascherata da prese in giro plateali e indecenti, l’ipocrisia che regna sovrana.

quanto ancora potremmo resistere prima che la nostra società collassi per dare spazio al caos totale?

ma come al solito sembra che queste cose, di certo, non competono a noi persone comuni e ignare di tutto, quindi non ci resta che aspettare impotenti davanti alla fine.

[anchesetuttinoino]

Su TikTok video di deputate di diversi paesi europei in solidarietà alle donne americane, dopo la vittoria di Trump.

Un gesto forte che farà maturare in Trump l'idea di fare un passo indietro.

Il 45% dei voti ottenuti da Trump sono da parte di votanti donne: ovvero 33.592.840 di povere ignare che non si sono accorte di aver votato un crudele patriarca.

Salviamole!

Segui ➡️ 🌐  t.me/ArsenaleKappa 🅰️ 💥💥

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[occhietti]

La Notte NON è di chi dorme…

La Notte è di chi sospira, di chi si rigira tra le lenzuola pensando a qualcuno con cui vorrebbe NON dormire.

La Notte è di chi sogna, di chi si addormenta mandando baci, nell’aria, che superano distanze scivolando su labbra ignare.

La Notte è di chi desidera e desidera e desidera.

Ebbene sì… la Notte è di chi vive lasciando spazio a tutti quei VORREI che hanno mille nomi e un solo comune denominatore: il cuore.

La Notte è di chi - per l’ennesima infinita volta - riascolta, a occhi chiusi, "quel" vocale perché sa che la sua voce è l’unica colonna sonora degna di abitare i sogni. E poi spegne la luce sussurrando "buonanotte" con un mezzo-sorriso sulle labbra.

Già… Buonanotte proprio a Te!

E ricorda: la Notte è Tua.

-  Letizia Cherubino, Se non t’incontro nei sogni, ti vengo a cercare

Buonanotte...🌙

[nineteeneighty4]

Stamattina mentre passeggiavo pensando a cosa avrebbe fatto mia madre al mio posto in questa situazione mi hanno fermata due sue amiche ignare di quel che fosse accaduto nell'ultimo mese. La prima per dirmi che nessuno più di me può sapere cosa fare e come muoversi, la seconda per suggerirmi che devo ragionare di testa mia perché mia madre confidava nelle mie capacità e nella mia intelligenza . Credo davvero si sia trattato di un segno divino. Succedono cose, alle volte, inspiegabili.

[nastyfck]

“And how are you meant to do that?” They both knew he had no means or brains to ‘take care of it’. Jesse’s promise was worthless. The immortal grabbed the driver’s chin and looked him dead in the eyes, “Don’t fuck with me. Again.”

God, that tone of his excited Ignar. He enjoyed having that kind of power over people, enjoyed knowing that the other’s life was in his hands. The fear aroused him. “I could easily dispose of you and get a new driver. Can’t tell the cops shit if you’re dead. Doubt anyone would miss you either.” He remarked casually, and he’d do it too, the man was after all completely disposable and replaceable… if Jesse wasn’t so pretty, especially when he was bruised and bleeding. “You want to prove your loyalty?” Giving him the illusion of choice, Ignar released his grip on Jesse and smiled, but there was no warmth behind it.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.” He uncocked the safety and brought his gun to the other’s lips. “I want you to wrap your lips around the gun and suck it like your life depends on it. Because it does.” His tone was dead serious, leaving no room for it to be misinterpreted. “Do a good job and maybe I won’t jam it down your throat and pull the fucking trigger.”

Jesse wasn't even sure how he'd landed himself in this mess - okay, that was maybe a stretch of the truth. In hindsight, he could very clearly track the pieces of the shit puzzle that was his whole fucked up existence. But what good did this realization do him now when he'd failed to stop and carefully consider his actions along the way, when it mattered? Every dumb mistake felt so clearly obvious after the fact. The first one had been to take on the job as Ignar's driver in the first place. It had seemed like a safe enough deal at the time, maybe a bit shady, but Jesse had been desperately strapped for cash. The truth was, he probably would have taken on any task for the right price, and he just had to drive - how much trouble could that possibly get him into?

The second mistake, admittedly even much more severe than the first, had been to take on the other job. Once again, he was desperate and dumb enough to let the promise of an easy job with high rewards tempt him. Sure, he was well aware that Axel was one of Ignar's rivals. Anyone not on the other's crew was a rival, technically. But the details of the operation didn't sound like they would interfere with his boss's interests at all. Clearly that assessment had been wrong - if the pistol dragging against his scruff was any indication.

Jesse was at least experienced enough by now to know to keep his composure, which didn't mean he wasn't shitting bricks right now. He knew that Ignar's blood ran cold, and the last thing he wanted was to become a liability for the seemingly slightly younger man, as he knew that wouldn't bode well for his own life expectancy. "Shit", he hissed when the other revealed to him that the cops knew about the job. Of course, if someone had to mess up and get him knee-deep into a pile of shit, it was Axel's men. "Fuck, Ignar, I'm sorry about that, okay? I'll take care of it, I promise", he was quick to state, without any fucking clue how he was supposed to do that. "I'm just your driver though, right?! I'd tell the cops that too if they bust me. Don't have nothing to do with your business." After all, denying any involvement in Ignar's actual crimes was, at the very least, self-preservation anyway. "What are we gonna do now? You tell me, I'll do it, boss. My loyalty is yours, I promise", he spoke, his tone filled more with fear than anything. Getting back into Ignar's good graces felt essential for staying alive and healthy, and Jesse was once again dumb and desperate enough to do absolutely anything to ensure it.

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