#Il Golem

[marcogiovenale]

antonio syxty legge june scialpi

June Scialpi (1998) vive a Pisa. Si interessa di queer, transfemminismi e shōjo. Ha pubblicato Il Golem. L’interruzione (Fallone Editore 2022) con il quale vince la prima edizione del Premio Flaiano di poesia under 35. Collabora con varie realtà online e presto uscirà per la collana Manufatti poetici dell’editore Zacinto di Milano una sua raccolta di poesie.

[queerographies]

[Il Golem][June Scialpi]

Il Golem. L’interruzione di June Scialpi è poema che riesce a risignificare lingua e corpo, l’eccedenza impraticabile dalla parola ordinaria.

Il Golem. L’interruzione di June Scialpi è poema che riesce a risignificare lingua e corpo, l’eccedenza impraticabile dalla parola ordinaria. Infatti, se il linguaggio è l’inattendibile per ciò che promette, il luogo del frammento, il linguaggio poetico, anche nel suo punto sublime, spesso corrisponde all’umiliazione della lingua. E invece stare nella lingua della poesia significa stare…

[cosmichawk]

past and present

[chiavedivoltatorino]

NICOLA GALLINO " CUCINARE CON IL FORNO A ONDE MESMERICHE"

Martedì 9 Aprile 2024 alle ore 17:30 in via Col di Lana 7/a  TORINO NICOLA GALLINO A “LA MINIERA CULTURALE IN PERIFERIA” Presenterà il libro: “CUCINARE CON IL FORNO A ONDE MESMERICHE” edizioni Golem Qualcuno mi domanderà chi è NICOLA GALLINO ? Molti, i più, mi domanderanno cosa significa questo strano titolo? A tutti risponderò con alcune “note” sulla persona e sul “personaggio” NICOLA…

[giramenti]

TAIMER Halloween 2023, la presentazione di "Il male allo specchio" (Golem Edizioni)

Abbiamo festeggiato Halloween 2023 parlando del mio cattivissimo “Il male allo specchio”.

[golemf]

Lavori del convegno "Dalla piuma all'algoritmo". Estratto del gruppo di lavoro sulla poesia.

Vi proponiamo un estratto dal convegno tenutosi alla Case Internazionale delle Donne di Roma relativo al gruppo di lavoro sulla poesia. Il gruppo era stato coordinato da Gabriella Gianfelice. Avevano coadiuvato la poetessa romana e contribuito al report, le poete Antonella Bontae, Anna Maria Robustelli e Simonetta Sambiase. Tra le poete presenti all’incontro di lavoro, Lucianna Argentino,…

[iannozzigiuseppe]

Cristina Caloni: “La mia stagione è il buio” e “Animali bianchi”. Intervista all'Autrice: “La bellezza degli sconfitti supera la fierezza di ogni vincitore”

Cristina Caloni “La mia stagione è il buio” e “Animali bianchi” Intervista all’Autrice “La bellezza degli sconfitti supera la fierezza di ogni vincitore” di Giuseppe Iannozzi Cristina Caloni non nutre dubbi, “la bellezza degli sconfitti supera la fierezza di ogni vincitore”. L’autrice ha il suo attivo due romanzi, “La mia stagione è il buio” (Golem Edizioni, 2021) e “Animali bianchi” (Golem…

[boundinparchment]

Dream a Little Dream of Me - LVII

Celestia had a cruel sense of humor. He knew this, even before his days as a student. But to be given a soulmate? Now, when he openly blasphemed against the cursed island in the sky? He would outlive you and the dreadful fated bond that haunted your shared dreams. There was little point in this. He could at least put a Vision to good use. People were nothing but disappointments. He had no use for you. Until you pulled the bow across your instrument and awoke a part of him long buried by self-hatred and arrogance. Soulmate AU; Il Dottore/Female reader w/ established personality and backstory. Slow burn. Lore and world speculation and interpretation within; follows canon story where possible. Fic is rated explicit; MDNI. This chapter is not suitable to those under the age of 18. Chapter on AO3 here.

He should have encouraged you further to use less hot water, Zandik realized, as his hands reached for yours in the scalding water.  Air thick with steam, laced with scents he would only ever attribute to being yours, you’d somehow convinced him a bath was more worthwhile.  And now you and the heat were going to his head and both of you would pay the price later.

A shower would have been efficient. He could have spent the entire time exploring your form, taking care of every curve.  He would feel more invigorated standing.  His body didn’t understand relaxation unless it was to sleep and every waking second couldn’t be wasted.

You’d insisted, however, that a bath would be enjoyable.

Zandik didn’t entirely understand how.  Not at first.  And then you arranged yourself behind him in the tub, a feat considering his own height; at least the tub was more than accommodating.  You pressed your breasts to his bare back before you eased him back into your lap to wash his hair.

How many times had you sat like this with him, he wondered.  Upwards of twenty, no doubt.  Even when your face was obscured to him, you cradled his head in your lap and listened as he went on tangent after tangent.  The last time you’d done so, he realized, was when his Segments still whispered on the wind as you overlooked the Ruin Golem.

“Relax, mon rêve .  I won’t get shampoo in your eyes,” you teased.

Relaxing didn’t take much effort thanks to your soft skin and the way you massaged his scalp as you lathered the shampoo.  He recalled, briefly, that Pantalone specifically spent the time and money getting his hair done for this experience and for once, he could understand why.  Just enough pressure to ensure efficacy but gentle enough to lull him to sleep right here.  Zandik never liked being touched by others, not even by his Segments; vanity to the point that Regrator took it to was a waste of time and mora anyway.

Your words from the courtyard after Pantalone’s dance floated through his head like padisarah petals on the surface of the river, noble and demanding.

He thought like Regrator too, once; Zandik’s turnabout wasn’t even all that long ago in the grand scheme of the universe.  He had outlived you already. He had centuries of experiences, of knowledge, of understanding. Back when he saw himself as a system, less a human and more of a concept in the shape of a human.

How limiting.

You rinsed his hair, thorough and meticulous in the same way you dusted your cello’s bow and body and strings.  When you finished, he reached up and took your hand in both of his and held it above him, mindful of dripping water and lingering suds as he massaged each joint.

You still had your writer’s bump, naturally.  But your palms were rougher, despite your vain attempts to keep them soft.  You exerted pressure on the handle of your claymore in some spots more than others and unless you were in the cold, you never wore gloves.  You used your baton more often now but every once in a while, you preferred to swing the blade yourself, you said; you enjoyed the power in your muscles, feeling the force of the blade and understanding everything as a mere extension of yourself.

A sentiment he more than related to.

Zandik craned his neck slightly to look at you only to find you watching him intently, your other hand grazing his cheek.

Even if he could outlive you, what would the point be?  The universe would never be exhausted but without you to share any of it with, why bother?

“They ache less,” you said. “I couldn’t have done tonight or any preceding tasks without your handiwork.”

“As was intended. Your claymore took away most of your grip strength and left you with little to use on daily tasks.  Eliminate that and you are free to take better care of your joints.  I saw no need for extreme alternatives.”

“Such as?”

“Prostheses.”

“I do rely on my sense of touch. Would be a shame to lose it.”

Your grazed your fingers over the tender spot between his shoulder and his neck; his eyes fluttered shut and his heart shuddered as if he was struck by lightning. The after-effects of the Furnace centuries ago were nothing compared to this sensation.

“A travesty,” Zandik replied. “Without it, your music would lack its soul.”

He would rather have fought and killed you, once upon a time.  Especially upon seeing you burdened with a device that tainted the mind.  He did not want you and yet his very nature demanded your presence, your music, your soul; he was a glutton for knowledge and to ignore you meant turning away from an opportunity to explore the world through a lens he would potentially never have again.

A slave to fate in all but name.  

His past self, or even just Omega, would have laughed if he walked in.

Omega understood, in the end, long before either his creator or you did.

Between his Segment and your thrice-timed persuasion, twice in appreciation of your presence and then once in your absence, and your willpower alone, his choice was made.

He didn’t need to feel his face to know how flushed he was. Amid the steam, he felt his pulse throbbing, lightheaded from the heat.

You fought, you always fought when given the right evidence, and Zandik hated few things more than passive acceptance of one’s intended life. You worked as hard as he had, as had as he did , endured pain he could conceptualize and at least acknowledge.

He wondered, for a moment, if that first night would have been different if you knew , then, in the darkened performance hall. He doubted it. What you lacked in physical prowess you more than made up for in emotional blows.

Which was precisely why, he realized some time ago, you would have gotten away from Omega on your own. You didn’t need him, Zandik, even if at the time it seemed otherwise. Sedatives would have worn off. Omega was distracted enough with the Traveler that you could have woken up without assistance.

And it was your fourth persuasion, feet caked with sand and a wooden cello neck in your hand, that made something finally fall into place.

You wanted him.

If you could have nothing else, no memories, no instrument, no colleagues, couldn’t you at least have him?

And wasn’t that how he felt with himself?  If Celestia was going to force you upon him, he might as well explore the bond.  That hasn’t changed. 

If he could have nothing else, couldn’t he have you?

In the cold depths of the Palace, shut away with nothing but false corpses for company, he came to the root of Omega’s selfishness and obsession over you. The Segments had nothing of their own, despite having autonomy and individuality; what Zandik gave them was what shaped them and he gave Omega his worst self.

All he knew was how to build, create; he learned and he adapted as needed. Moving. Always moving. If he stayed still, he would never reach the next conclusion, the next breakthrough.

And yet here you were, keeping him steady, focused. Wrapped in emotions he repressed in another era of this world. Willing to see what fate laid beyond the stars.

Zandik opened his eyes and caught you lost in thought, face just as flushed as his; no doubt you, too, were feeling the effects of the water. You blinked and looked down, your head titled at the same angle as when you heard a series of notes and were trying to work out the exact positioning to mimic it.

He didn’t deserve you, to feel inspired and anchored and…

“I know,” you whispered, bringing a hand to smooth back his wet hair again. “I know.”

Did you? he wanted to ask.  Did you truly know, understand, the depth of such a thing?  The amount of times he wondered if, for a moment, it was possible for a single person to hold an entire cosmos in their existence, just from looking at you?

A scholar would never stop until every avenue has been exhausted; fate would, inevitably, always find a way, for it was unnatural in its persistence.

So why not explore it?

For every challenge, Zandik saw the world in a richer context, experienced an outcome that, without your presence, would have been fleeting. The two of you would have found one another through other means, if not then, in Sumeru.  The means didn’t matter so much as the result.  The experiment was the journey, in truth, and he could control that.

And he would.  With your input, of course.

He chose. 

He chose you. 

And he would always choose you.

[viviennevermillion]

Garden of Lights

notes: for once, dottore decided to be romantic. I had this idea ever since I found out what the inside of the ruin golem looked like. dottore is possessing my brain at this point.

this work is part of the #marry a harbinger event

contains: dottore x gn!reader

prompt: the proposal

warnings: none

Out of the many words you associated with il Dottore, "romantic" had never been one of them. Many would describe him as cold or cruel. In the presence of others he seemed indifferent towards you. Yet what Dottore lacked in obvious displays of affection, he made up for in companionship.

His love for you showed in the little things he did. How, after a long day spent in his lab he'd join you on the sofa, reading a book with you and gently leaning against you as you could feel his tense muscles relax. Or that he was always looking out for your health; something he had never done for anyone else. How he went out of his way to buy you new pancakes at the bakery across the street when he burnt the ones he tried to make you for breakfast.

You'd exit your shared bedroom, still tired and talk to him while standing in the doorframe. "What's that smell?", you raised your eyebrows. "The usual", Dottore replied, calmly putting out the fire in the pan. "Arson?" "Breakfast."

"Hmm", you'd reply and go back to bed.

But today was different. The two of you were up early, as you were on a "business" trip in Sumeru and Dottore insisted he had something to show you. "Something" apparently required a very long hike towards Devantaka Mountain.

"Are we there yet?", you whined, trying to catch up with him. "What are you, 5?", he teased you and gave you an amused grin, "does a little walking make you this exhausted?" "If you turn it into half a marathon by having the speed of a feral Rishboland Tiger, yes it does", you sighed and Dottore laughed but slowed down instinctively to make sure you wouldn't overexert yourself. He'd let you hold his hand and decided as much as he wanted to get to the point of why you went on this journey in the first place, he'd let you take a look at the scenery and would try to make the hike enjoyable for you.

You eventually arrived at the giant Ruin Golem that decorated the landscape of the mountain. "Here we are", Dottore said proudly, "almost set this thing loose on the capital in my Akademiya days....ah, good times." You gave him a concerned look as he entered the giant machine with you. "Is this safe?", you asked, "like, a normal person's understanding of safe?" "Don't worry, I'm not going to activate it...", he said, "...not today at least." He guided you through the tunnel entrance until the two of you arrived in a huge dark space inside of the Ruin Golem.

Dottore used a switch on the side of the tunnel.

You suddenly saw the whole interior of the Ruin Golem light up. There were hundreds of small lamps that looked like they all had been attached to the metallic hall by hand. It was a beautiful sight, looking like some sort of industrial light garden. Did Dottore do this for you? This must have taken a ton of work....

You marveled at the fairy lights decorating the rusty stairs and walls and then turned to Dottore who had taken off his mask and was looking at you with an uncharacteristically gentle smile that you didn't get to see too often. You walked towards him and wrapped your arms around him, pressing your cheek against his chest. "This is beautiful, Dottore...", you smiled at him and kissed him lovingly, running your hand through his hair which you knew was an action he loved.

"Want to dance or something?", he asked casually but there was a hint of nervousness in his voice. Likely because this was so untypical of him that he didn't want you to tease him. "You're so romantic today", you remarked in surprise but took his hand nevertheless and thus his offer for a dance. "We can also terrorize a village with the giant robot if that's more on brand", he rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around your waist. "Let's not do that", you chuckled and Dottore used what looked like a small remote. Music started playing in the background and he swayed to the music with you. He accidentally stepped on your feet a couple of times. "Do you have any experience with dancing?", you asked him. "I read a book, does that count?" "It does not."

You chuckled and tried to teach him a little until he was looking into your eyes, concentrating on the dance. You wondered what was going on in his mind right now, his facial expression was unreadable but he looked like he was analyzing the way you made him feel. He looked a little puzzled so you decided to test his reaction by giving him a soft kiss onto his lips. He didn't react at first. He just kept staring at your face.

Then he leaned in for another kiss, pressing his lips to yours and kissing you slowly but passionately. He pulled you closer to his chest and sighed into the kiss while his hand was caressing your cheek.

"So", you inquired after parting from him, "what's the occasion? As much as I adore all this, you have to admit it's a little unlike you." He shrugged. "I suppose you're right. Well, there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

He reached into the pocket of his coat to pull out a small box. He opened it to reveal an intricately designed silver ring to you. He didn't kneel down but it was still evident what he was trying to do. "I made it in my lab", he explained and looked into your eyes, "we've been together for a while now and I thought we might as well." He tried to play it cool as he was obviously unfamiliar with a situation like this and didn't really know how to approach asking you for your hand in marriage. "Will you marry me, y/n?", he asked quietly.

You nodded with tears in your eyes and pulled him into a tight hug, burying your face in his neck. Oh great, emotion, what do I do now?, Dottore thought and awkwardly patted your head. He put the ring onto your finger and gave you a forehead kiss.

"Thank you", he then said, avoiding eye contact, "for understanding me. For accepting me the way I am. And for letting me into your heart even though I'm...not easy to love." You cupped his cheek and smiled at him as you pressed another kiss to his lips. "You were an aquired taste, I admit that", you chuckled and ran a hand through his soft hair, "but I assure you, by now loving you is one of the easiest things for me to do."

You smiled down at the ring and ran your finger over it, reaching for the gemstone on it. Dottore swatted your hand away. "Careful that's the button for the scalpel."

You raised your eyebrows at him. "You included a scalpel function in my engagement ring?", you stared at him for a moment, "nevermind, why am I surprised, it's you." "Think of it as a self-defense mechanism", he shrugged.

You pulled him close again and let him hold you in his arms. "What now?", you asked quietly. "Well, we could stay here for a while. Or watch the stars on top of the machine", he squeezed your hand and grinned at you, "or we could-" "We're not activating this thing, Dottore."

"If that's your wish", he sighed and kissed your forehead, "can we use a ruin machine as our flower girl? Machines have a way better aim than children. Or Columbina for that matter." "Fine", you shook your head and leaned your forehead against his shoulder, "I love you, crazy."

Dottore chuckled. "Love you too."

[moonsworndandelion]

Ya un golem qui vient de passer il était TROP STYLÉ

[say-hi-intrepid-heroes]

Top 5 D20 monster minis!

ooooo i've definitely forgotten some but here's what i can think of atm

1. the Hand of the Authors in neverafter is so rad

2. Il Terrible Pescicane, technically a maxi but still so rad for size alone

3. Goldenrod's mini, simply a classic

4. the skateboard pipe golem from FH, so rad

5. whatever was happening with the sugar plum fairy in acoc deserves to be on this list

[ma-pi-ma]

In fondo alla poesia

giace l’Indicibile.

Costretto in superficie

si dissolve

nel vocabolario.

Günter Kunert, Poeta d'ultima mano, da Il mio Golem, 1996

[aurevoirmonty]

"N'étant pas un esclave de Dieu, mais un guerrier de Dieu, le fasciste combat le chaos et sa monstrueuse engeance -- un énorme Golem, une créature sans âme, ressuscitée avec l'aide de la magie noire du matérialisme -- c'est-à-dire le monde primitif «moderne». Il ne vise pas à détruire le chaos, mais à créer le Monde réel à partir du chaos, à faire revenir son mystère et sa joie, à faire revenir Dieu dans le monde -- c'est la tâche principale du mouvement fasciste, c'est l'Autre Voie."

V.V. Vanyushkina, L'Autre Voie

[zandra-lang-cave]

"Not alone anymore" part 1

Space is a weird place, but so was earth so Casey didn't complain. She really didn't miss earth, she was an age up orphan so besides a few casual friends she really didn't have anything waiting for her. But space have every new opportunity awaitng for her and she toke them all, from being chosen has a test embasador to joining a small crew and more reasenly leading her own crew, space become more of a home than earth ever was. She was not going back to her planet any time soon.....

At least that was the plan.

"Why are we here again?" Casey spoke while taking a few empty boxes down the ship.

"Honey be carefull dont over do yourself" th doctor and second in comman of the ship spoke "we need to re-suplied the ship and earth was the closes friendly planet" marcy states while she carried empty boxes in her tentacles to re-stoke.

"Earth friendly? When the pigs fly" the captain complain while also being annoyed by her partner commends.

"What's a pig?" Ask another member of the crew. A very tall rock like golem creature with golden glowing eyes.

"The Sus domesticus" spoke a forth member. A three legged semi-humanoid creature with 6 fingers and 3 eyes "also often called swine, hog, or domestic pig when distinguishing from other members of the genus Sus. is an omnivorous, domesticated, even-toed, hoofed mamma that is commonly ingested by the homo sapiens. Also know has humans" He finish.

"I don't get it?" Says the golem.

"Randal means that they are food sandy" the fith and final member of the crew spoke. A small insect like creature that was carrying the most boxes out of everyone with their physiquic powers and glowing antennas.

"But Atticus, I thought humans eat plants?" The golem said.

"We eat alot of stuff pal. Why you think I have a full room just for my supplies" Casey states while finishing delivering the empty boxes to the station workers.

"I thought you were just a glutton" Sandy states.

"She is. But Humans also need alot of different nutrients to work perfectly" Marcy states "now If only you could eat healthy for once it be great" she states with an annoying tone while her antennas shake.

"I'm eating right. Thank you very much" the captain states annoyed.

"Casey if I didn't know how resileant humans are with food il be putting you in a strict diet" the octopus like creature says while pointing at the human.

"I'm not a kid darling. I can take care of my self" Casey says while walking towards the seekat.

"I'm just looking for you. I'm the doctor of the crew I have to look for everyone" she says while her antennas shake slightly.

"Well I can take care for my self. So can you just leave me be. I don't need you to keep looking for me has if I'm gonna die any second. You are my partner not my babysitter" the human states.

There was silent in the room. The human was staring at the seekat and this one, while laking any face features was equally challenging the stare of her captain wile her antennas shake extremely.

"Ejem" a new voice says, drawing the attention of the whole crew "excuse me ma'am. We are finishing taking the list of all you need. It's gonna take a few hours so you are free to wander the city"

That caught the attention of the crew.

"The city!" Screams Randal, Sandy and Atticus in over joy.

"And since when were aliens welcome in the city. Last time I check, earth was still working hard on trying to break the news of aliens to the world" says the captain a suspicious tone.

"I agree" says Marcy "I know not all humans are ready to embrace life outsides their system" she finish worried.

"That was a decade ago, times change" the worker states while given the captain and the doctor a pamphlet before leaving.

"So where are we going?" Ask the smalles being excited "better be something I get to enjoy. I'm not exactly fit for everything"

"Lets go to a museum!" Randal propose "what better way to relax than absorbing knowledge" He finish.

"Are there any arenas here? I could watch a live fight right now!" Sandy spoke.

The three of them start discussing what would be the best place to go.

"I don't think I have the hearth to tell them there is nothing like that in this city" says the doctor while looking at the pamphlet for something for the crew to do.

"Better find something quick, I can see they are alredy looking for ways to attack" the human spoke.

"Oh really, wouldn't you preffer to look something to do by yourself. Misses leve me alone" the doctor says.

Casey just stare at her partner bewildered.

"Oh yes, we are not finish here. We'll talk later, I wouldn't ruin everyone's fun but we are gonna talk later" the seekat says without looking at the human.

"Right" Casey finish.

"OK everyone. I look at the pamphlet and found something we can all do while we wait for the ship to be re-suplied" the doctor states.

"Awww...." the three beings whine at that while they stop fighting each other.

"We are going..." she pause for a second "to the aquarium!" She finish overjoyed.

"Human aquatic life?" Randal spoke "isn't there something better"

"Yeah, watching fish doesn't sound that interesting" says Atticus while sandy shakes their head in agreement.

"We are going to the aquarium and that's final" the seekat states firmly "now go get redy."

With that say the four creatures go to the ship and get everything they might need for their small adventure.

"Great so, I call the aquarium to buy some tickets and make sure we don't give any worker a hearth attack" Casey says to her partner "sounds right?"

Marcy stays silent for a second before speaking "do wathever you like" she finish before going to the ship.

Casey is leave alone while she re-think on what she says and realize how stupid she is acting. Cursing under her breath while she goes to the ship while she thinks how to Apologize to her partner.

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Tried not to give your character any trauma or drama is impossible. Don't worry things get better but you'll have to wait until next part. Cause it was starting to feel to long so a two partners will it be.

[giramenti]

TAIMER Halloween presenta "Il male allo specchio" di Gaia Conventi

Potrete seguire l’evento su Facebook a questo link: https://fb.me/e/1vhoGqhLx

[golemf]

Voci dell'aria (nel parco). Poesia a Reggio Emilia

L’accogliente “Voci dell’Aria” è l’antologia con cui si inaugurava l’associazione culturaleExosphere nell’accogliente sala civica della CCPMC di Reggio Emilia nell’ottobre del 2014,quando con i versi di Katherine Mansfield, si presentava il primo lavoro edito dall’associazione sulpatrimonio poetico femminile. Sarà presente alla rassegna “Voci di donne nel parco” nell’ospitale parco della…