Like the writer in the absence of any social attitude, the inability even arrogant (I'm in a corner dépense) to harangue an audience with an air of knowing, to have his address in the same bed that is now TV fatally bed.
So little or no visibility television (Debord, Ceronetti), books that are not born to entertain audiences but also needs to compulsive, visceral, brutal (Artaud, Sade), faces carved style, which is the character, (Benn , Pasolini). Character that is essential to the wound the psyche, the great bulk of the skin incision. E 'in the collision between the individual and the world, in shock that entails, in much bloodshed and words, which is great literature, not nell'acquiescenza to models of interpretation to consumption of the masses. And no consolation to please, no plastic language of the social matrix, no imitation of the so-called Truth. The style is a stark and lonely solitude of the conquest, the language is being shaped in the inner conversations, there is the beast that emerges sacred call thought. The literature is then a look of angelic demon on our habits, or from an angelic look on our ebrietudini demonic.
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