Well, today I would like to talk about the city where I live in, Bologna. As you probably understood from the title of the post, I’m not really up of flattering it. “The city has changed a lot. When I came to Bologna in 1960, the city was really different. Back then it was a city where you would have never gone to sleep. Some restaurants were always open. The first “slap”happened in ’73- ’74, at the time of the petrol crisis, with the obligation of closing bars and clubs at twelve p.m.”.

To these words of Guccini, I would add that many initiatives of Cofferati, now mayor of Bologna, did not improve at all the situation, as I thought instead he was going to do when I was celebrating his victory through the streets of the centre!!!

“Forbidden to consume outside after 9 p.m.”, argues the mayor’s imposition. And the council of state agrees as well!! Reasons: assure urban safety and avoid loud and tipsy people who go around the arcades and squares untill late!

Basically, or alcohol or fresh air!! For everyone!.
OLIVETTI M40: yes, but there is still noise!
So what do we need squares for then, if not to meet all together? To socialize? Especially in a city where the spaces to socialize are in extinction!!! Let’s put it this way: the noise of (some) squares is something that the city has to accept, as it’s accepted the noise of the railways or the airport…So it’s a service that the city offers to the citizenship which permits dialogue and comparison!I would worry instead if the squares would be empty!!!
OLIVETTI M40: what about the people that pee here and there, and leaves bottles everywhere?
So, my dear typewriter, to forbid the sale of alcohol it was “acceptable” in America during the years where you got pruducted, therefore more than seventy years ago!Not in 2007!These are nothing else but excuses to justify the imposition.
Problems can be risolved in another way: chemical toilettes, for example! If people use squares there should be also services! Garbage bins would be needed as well. Or simply put the “vuoto a rendere”(in Italian we use the expression “vuoto a rendere” when we buy a bottle of something (milk, water, wine) living a caution that we’ll take back when we’ll return the empty bottle) as they do in Germany!!! It makes me laugh when in the newspaper “Il Resto del Carlino” concerning the urban blight of Bologna, they show full garbage bins and beer bottles piled up around them.
Obviously… where do they have to put those bottles?!? Mhhh! The funny thing is when you look around at night “dealers” of beers that stealthily sell warm cans that cost double (and people exasperated buys it!!! Hiding and stealthily, as he is doing some kind of serious crime!!!). All of this reminds me of an episode of The Simpsons where Homer is Beer Baron.
Then, Bologna is missing of social places which are real and central, not public canteens with a discount of 30% up to 9:00 p.m…
Anyway, as a conclusion I will link a piece of Dario Dariotti, BOLOGNADEMERDA o BOLOGNA DE MERDA ( shitty Bologna), that I think it strays enough with the topic.

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The piece is available in four different remix, which you can listen and download directly from the blog of the author: Myspace di Dario Dariotti (o DariodeRoma).
And since the piece talks also about “Mamma Roma Addio” (Mother Rome Goodbye) of Remo Remotti, famous artist of the Rome, I will post this video as well. Bye everyone!

Oh, I’m back. Unfortunately I’m in a very messed up situation. Final essay, exams, eviction, all together!
OLIVETTI M40: Finally you are writing something!
Shit, the machine is already hot! It’s Eleonora’s fault, one of my flat-mates, who took (her) fan saying that she needed it!!! Well then… as I was saying… yep, … after the meeting…
OLIVETTI M40: Meeting? Are you talking about the aperitif of the pratello football club?
…after the aperitif with the web expert…, the engineer LittleRoller…
OLIVETTI M40: Rollo, the jurist.
Yeah, yeah him… Well, after the aperitif, in conclusion, I decided to post slowly, very slowly each of my artwork in order to get some direct comment or judgment.
Therefore let’s begin. Maybe, I should start from my first work or from my last painting (Net of “Nettism“) and proceed backwords, but since I’m an obstinate supporter of the irregularity, I will post as first “Across…”, that does not take part of any period.
OLIVETTI M40: excuses, excuses. Of the last painting you don’t even have the video and for the other ten , you have one picture of only one!
Damn it, I can’t even write two lines that I get interrupted! Anyway, I will post you “Across…” with the slideshow of the last generation which I learnt how to use today.
Do you want to know a little hint about the painting? But don’t get ashamed though! The little man is made out of plaster.
OLIVETTI M40: And so what? What’s so strange about it?
Well, the strange thing about the plaster and the cotton lints that I made the little man with, is that they are the ones which I used when I had my arm broken. Here is the picture:

OLIVETTI M40: Disgusting!
Ah,I’m sorry, these are the feet of a friend of mine! The picture was in the same folder ” rotten things”.

This is instead the picture of my cast between the umbrellas of a croation little beach. There was an unsubstainable heat and I had to take absolutely a swim. Therefore, I took it off with a little knife!I kept beacuse i needed it for the insurance that supposedely had to pay me. Passing through Budapest and Lecce (on a flaming FIAT UNO), I brought it back to Bologna, where it was transformed into the little man of “Across…”
OLIVETTI M40: Terrible!
Terrible what? Look who is talking that you are spreading smoke all over, stinking of kebab? Fuck, it’s my fingers actually!!! I have to go. bye everyone.

P.s. The last thing before showing you my work, to make you understand that I was not the only crazy one over there in Istria that day…check this out:

Across…
various materials (oil, brilliant enamal, plaster, cotton lints) on canvas 50X70cm
2007

A painting left for a long time, starts to fall in pieces. The man painted inside awares of his “being” behind a canvas and breaking down the limits in which he always existed, he overlooks into a new reality.