put it back on its feet, the culture:
                                                 I proposed this at the Elysium Theatre
on Friday: it was a mini-slogan, you see, just tossed out there, the idea of a popular,
not managerial, supremacy:
                                               (and also to remind everyone: if the electoral
body were distributed by profession, housewives would come in first place with 32.8%):

what a shame, dear children (and what horrors you missed,
you all), you never saw your grandfather with his cobbler’s
chest (called pectus excavatum) trembling and raving, as if he had
tombé en enfance, kissing the doctors’ hands:
                                                                         Carol spoke
his last words for him over the phone, talking about her mother
who’s in a coma now, when she said that she was a woman
full of such kindness:
                                    and added: it all comes down to courtesy:

to prepare a poem take “a small true fact” (fresh-baked
if possible): there’s a similar recipe in Stendhal, I know, but in the end
it yields a much different taste: (and I’d lose at least an hour now,
here, looking up an apt quote: and frankly I don’t want to):
                                                                         it helps to clear up
time and space: a specific date, a scrupulously defined place, these are the most
desirable ingredients, in any event: (ditto characters, who should be drawn according
to their vital stats: and identifiable via objective recognizable traits):
                                                                         I said Stendhal:
but, for style, there’s no need for civic codes today (and therefore no Napoleon,
naturally): (think of Gramsci, instead, in the Notebooks or Letters, yet
seasoned with a little spice: the kind you might find back there in the kitchen
next to young Marx): and voila! we have a tasty, edible dish, a verifiable specialty:
(verifiable in the sense the word takes on in Brecht, I think, in some
notes from the Arbeitsjournal): (as for the V effect, which you’ll need, that can be
whipped up by modest means): (as, for example, with a dash of Artusi and Carnacina):
in conclusion, poetry consists, all told, of this type of work: wedging the words
into quotes or italics: trying to make them memorable, like a lot of quick-witted
jokes: (that imprint themselves on the mind, with a side of socially acceptable
devices): like the alliterations above and, let’s suppose, the usual metaphors):
which come to signify, then, on the whole:
                                                 careful, o reader, and commit me to memory):

one writes especially because someone else may write, I said
to one of my children, the other day, and later: (because by now we’re kind of trying
to write the complete works of humankind, all of us, together, deep down):
                                                                                                  and then
I related all of this to another of my children, another day, and this other child of mine
told me: that’s how it should be:
                                                   and then yesterday this same child told me one lives
especially because, etc.: (we were swept up in a great seaside roar on the Corso Italia,
in the night, just off the beach, in a place called “Domenico’s, I think):
(and I don’t think I said anything back):
                                                   (and then, see, my dear child, put that way, the thing
becomes too trivial, too tremendous, etc.):
                                                   (and then, my dear children, still yesterday, I gave
this other child of mine, mentioned above, before, a tremendous, loving smack):