Life is never easy, but Nature is my true and only guide in this Knockabout World.
I am really tired of all the envious and evil people who say and do awful things to innocent human beings, and I am also tired of all the silly, coward crowd who just sit, stare and even enjoy this cruel show, like bloodthirsty eyes watching a bullfight.
"Some men here / They know the full extent of / Your distress / They kneel and pray / And they say: / 'Long may it last'" (Morrissey, Why don't You find out for Yourself?, music by Alain Whyte, from the album Vauxhall and I, 1994)
Since my childhood, I have always spoken up and I will always speak up because I am unable to look the other way and to stay silent. Alas, Life has showed and still shows me that I am a rara avis in the liquid modern society in which we live, and stupid French people (there are stupid people in every Country, of course, but every Country has its own Stupidity, and the French one is particularly keen on labelling other people) often say that I am an "électron libre" and that I "do not fit the box", or, more precisely, I "do not fit the mold" made for conformists: "Vous ne rentrez pas dans un moule", they tell me, without even really knowing me.
Corporate mentality big chiefs label empathic people like me as "asocial" because I refuse to conform to the hypocrisy of the "travail d'équipe" and BS "team building" that encourage bullying instead of cooperation.
Zygmunt Bauman's essay Modernity and the Holocaust (1989) explains how the dreadful mechanism of nazist bureaucracy has become influences our liquid modernity.
In spite of the black cloud upon me and the awful, frustrated and hateful people around me, I keep drawing, writing, singing, dancing and walking in my beloved park; and Morrissey's voice is a balm for my soul.
Below, other photographs and drawings made by me.
"I am Light".
Above: a brave rosebud in a snowy day of November.
Below: in the soft snow, I wrote his name. I did the same in January, but the snow did not melt so soon.
Morrissey's USA tour is over and it was very successful, as I wished three weeks ago - and I was sure that it would have been so.
So, in spite of the Black Cloud, j'écris la Vie en rose.
(C) Vera da Pozzo
(C) Italy is Mine
(C) Italy is Mine and It owes Me a Living
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