Poetry + Photo x Cristina Patregnani
IT WAS 1992
So, this is how
/the story of unwanted children.
// It was 1992 //
We went beyond art, we burned bridges, we were synesthetics and sympathetics./ We were about to smash the sun
Without any drugs, no little help, no prompter by our side.
// Cosmogonic Hooligans //
It’s hard to comprehend if you don’t have parameters //
For my closest friends I’m still a dickhead.
//It was 1992//
We wanted everything. / The Power dictate: supermarkets, TV, newspapers.
// TABLOID, TABLOID, TABLOID//.
The Power was speaking in breaking news /chattered using our speeches to keep us hidden / and we knew that only one method was left:
to take up what we ever wanted.
And we wanted everything.
We refused time and space / as they had imposed them. //We refused the city//.
We refused to choose from choices.
To write our Manifesto we had lost many days of school / old children keep quiet/
to write, we refuse to play // We invented new
methods to protect old criticism.
Not every morning the sun blowed up.
Now that I’m white headed /Dr. Martens and grey coat everyday I take my black coffee /avant-garde residue/.
I’ve spent my whole life / the entire hour of my life/ subverting what has already been subversive.
// You can’t easily soothe a nihilist.//
Cristina Patregnani – unknown poet, barlady, both victim and lover of the night, anarchist, thinker, seeker of the unknown. She writes poems both in English and Italian.