"Prova, prova" is pure genius. She's taken this character so far it's not even Berlusconi anymore, it's Berlusconismo, post-fascism, there's a lot of stuff to unpack there. I think it might go some way to put in context for our Anglo Saxon friends why you referred to him the other day as a dwarf ("bald dwarf" I believe is the complete title) - much as I'm not partial to it, it's because of the grotesque cult of self, the platform shoes, the time taken off work to "recover" from his hair transplants. That's another thing he has in common with Mussolini, if only aspirationally - remember those marvellous photos of the Duce harvesting wheat bare-chested in Piazza del Duomo, in Milan? And then of course there was Ciano, the pin-up of the regime.
Anyways, thanks for posting this.
(Had to laugh at the translation of "figa" with "eye candy").
MaPPS are those drawings that represent the configuration of space, of a land, of a region of the earth. MaPPS is not a misspelled word; it reflects the Sardinian habit of putting emphasis upon consonants; it expresses the attempt of mapping, portraying the spaces of power and politics around the world that surrounds us. MaPPS’s maps recover the fundamental, basic idea that geographical maps are, firstly, political. They illustrate constellations of power and human organisation by means of borders, colours and lines. Maps are also imaginary spaces, evidence of human knowledge, constructions of different worlds, means of organisation and desires of justice. Divina Commedia’s map of heaven, Homer’s map of the hero’s world, Thomas More’s mapped highland of Utopia, Palestine’s map, i.e. diagrammatic denied existence.
“Tom Sawyer, what's a map for? Ain't it to learn you facts?" "Of course." "Well, then, how's it going to do that if it tells lies? That's what I want to know." "Shucks, you muggins! It don't tell lies." "It don't, don't it?" "No, it don't." "All right, then; if it don't, there ain't no two States the same color.” (Mark Twain, Tom Sawyer Abroad, 1894).
"Prova, prova" is pure genius. She's taken this character so far it's not even Berlusconi anymore, it's Berlusconismo, post-fascism, there's a lot of stuff to unpack there. I think it might go some way to put in context for our Anglo Saxon friends why you referred to him the other day as a dwarf ("bald dwarf" I believe is the complete title) - much as I'm not partial to it, it's because of the grotesque cult of self, the platform shoes, the time taken off work to "recover" from his hair transplants. That's another thing he has in common with Mussolini, if only aspirationally - remember those marvellous photos of the Duce harvesting wheat bare-chested in Piazza del Duomo, in Milan? And then of course there was Ciano, the pin-up of the regime.
ReplyDeleteAnyways, thanks for posting this.
(Had to laugh at the translation of "figa" with "eye candy").