but nothing? Luca Paci

No hand will contain your disdain

no game will try the blame,

sharp & quick

liquid gaze or blade or fear.

No enemy no route no siege

of your heart

no part but farse.

Don’t you know that fear can take

a shape of a sleeping pill

or an enticing window sill

above the abyss?

And she moves accross

anesthesia with the certainty of time-

always there, always right -

no need to fight tonight

no need for sorrow either

just drapes of boredom

thick curtains veiling the sun

dinners dismissed

tvs on standbys

ready to snatch at the first sign

of life.

Chronicle of a repressed revolution. Luca Paci

The whale lost in the Thames

has exchanged the river for the sea

a bunch of voices to see

the scared cetacean which

vocalizes at frequencies way

beyond  human hearing range.

The hope-whale moored

and wailed to the dead.

The ghost ship. Luca Paci

And then we saw the barges

and hands & limbs &lips

we saw emerging from the wine-sea

and spot-lights aimed the waves

cameras in action

despicable curses

of man against man

the pregnant woman, the baby in arms.

The legend of the dwarf king. Luca Paci

Listen!

The land was shrinking
And the sky was dry
The great dwarf-king
Was passing by

Listen!

There was a man in my country who owned everything
And everything he had was stolen from the people

Listen!

This man in this country became a king and his kingdom included
All the crops of the fields and radios and lawyers
And Tvs and books and papers and ships

Listen!

This man in reality was not a king
But a bald dwarf with a fake toupet
And a rubber mask

Listen!

The dwarf talked of freedom
In his nation of slaves
And democracy and honesty
In his nation of thieves
And environment and pollution
In his nation of smoke

Listen!

The dwarf king was changing the rules of the game and bringing
Zombies to life to get more voters
He talked to the judges who thought it was illegal
But he won the diatribe and they went to jail

Listen!

The land was shrinking
And the sky was dry
The great dwarf-king
Was passing by

Map Of Terror. Luca Paci

Please keep your music down,
our prices in London are falling by an
average of £175
What’s your game?
Don’t take an illegal cab home..
Map of terror
map the terror
be dazzled
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improvement works
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may affect your journey

Reunion. Luca Paci

Every day Mara appears in a different dress with a different hairstyle, using a different phone. Initially she doesn’t recognize her. One day she is blonde and elegantly dressed, the next she is a brunette with a rather bedraggled look. She never stops and talks. She always seems to be in a hurry, doing some errand or other, rushing away.
This time she expressly waits for her outside her flat. She knows she has to pass from there at this time in the morning. And so she does. This time Mara is wearing a black thick coat and leather boots, but the most evident items are perhaps a pair of earrings. They are gold, round-shaped and quite big. She has applied quite a lot of foundation on her face.
Mara pretends she has not seen her until her friend’s face is few inches away from her. ‘Are you all right?’ She looks at her as if she’s seen her for the first time. Her face is blank. ‘ No really… No’. It’s then when she decides to tell her everything, no matter what.

A chat with Pagliarani. Luca Paci

Elio Pagliarani lives in Rome, in an apartment block not far from the Vatican City, both a modern and a popular area.

He welcomes me in his sitting room, on our right a bookshelf which climbs up to the ceiling. After a long introduction on what I do, where I come from and so forth, Mr. Pagliarani begins speaking about himself, or rather about poetry. It is a strange interview, with few questions coming from me; the hoarse, lion-like voice of the poet and the smell of his pipe merge to create a unreal atmosphere, full of suspense. Outside the Roman traffic.

Brixton Sun/Set. Luca Paci

Speedy noodle breaking news
General travel information red
Route no STOPPING at any Time

Reliance Arcade (epiphany or
Subliminal msg?)
Breached tar/mark on the road’s

On the daily use of trivial objects. Luca Paci

life adjusts itself to inevitable rituals performed with religious
loyalty.

CHIPPED mug used a thousand times

smashes on the FLOOR gone forever into

the impalpable universe called
Things LOST <..>
razor blade follows the same destinY

of FORGETfulness and DISappearance

kidnapping memories

tidal POWER

REcycling thoughts

laura’s profile
on a faded picture

gain & loss magic & trivial leaves & gropes

chipped mug SMASHES on the same floor

just a second before its
needless necessity

(sono parte di te ma te ne accorgi soltanto quando sono andate)

Chance. Luca Paci

There is this Oriental girl who enters Waitrose in front of St. Michael’s Church. She ’s well dressed, a white linen dress and a black hat. I can see her from the window with the reflection of the church and the constant flux of traffic. I’ m waiting for you and whilst chaining my bike I’m struck by the sudden revelation of this woman. She’ s running her arms on her dress to flatten the creases. Her breasts are like birds about to fly. She ’s gorgeous. She seems to look in my direction now. I flatten my hair and smile. She squints. She’s rummaging in her handbag now. She’s seen me. She disappears behind the toiletry section and for a moment I think she’s gone forever. I catch a glimpse of her naked calf. She’s tame. She’s staring back at me and I nod and smile again. She’s now coming out from the supermarket. She’s heading in my direction, looking at me, straight at me. I turn round.