The categorical imperative is to sell. It doesn't matter what or how, the important thing is that you sell it. So if one has written a lousy piece of music, and he can sell it, he turns out better than Beethoven who wrote the ninth. This is one of the hallmarks of the Third Millennium. Selling, that's all there is to it. Mercify. To be able to achieve such a volume of sales that you gain fame, become successful, and make a mountain of money. This is what is being proposed to us. There is no room for talent. Don't sell? You're a failure. Language has become progressively impoverished. Thinking has been weakened. Our ability to think words to process concepts and express emotions has dramatically deteriorated. We have become illiterate again. In this disheartening picture, music has also suffered a setback, as have several other arts. The quality of what we eat, what we think, what we create, borders on an untenable level of squalor. We are led by murderous politicians. We no longer have ideas. The Third Millennium has opened with a fraud, operated by the masters of discourse, universal rulers. In all this, it's every man for himself. Already loving and fighting for the sake of those around us is a great achievement. Only peoples can rout this state of affairs. We, who love the little things. The great fraternal leaps toward otherness. Our Loves. A coffee with a friend. An idea fixed on white paper. A music we whistle merrily while having breakfast. Peoples can still have their say. They can revolutionize the world. They can make the difference between total chaos and a cosmos made of Beauty. It is up to ordinary people to reverse course. The West has got it all wrong, directed by criminal minds. We can create a new society. We can make it happen. We can make Truth, Justice and Beauty direct our steps. A New Age of Light will come. We will be happy again. I hope so from the bottom of my heart.
Quite often, I create posts with songs. I would therefore ask you to enter the post by clicking on the title, so as to enjoy an excellent browsing experience.
Quite often, I create posts with songs. I would therefore ask you to enter the post by clicking on the title, so as to enjoy an excellent browsing experience.
This space is for the Revolution of the Psyche. It is my Revolution: for me, the problem of membership does not arise. We are in Hell, a crack opens in front of us and the glow of a New Era of Light filters, which will lead us to finally be happy. We have to fight for it. It will not come down from heaven, but it will be the result of everyone's intelligence. Of the will. Of the love with which we will work, in peace, without worries, with tact. This is the Revolution of consciences. Let's embrace it. We will be proud of it someday when we tell our grandchildren where we come from. Every day, you can give a lot to the Revolution. Love what you can do, and breathe. We are creatures of Light. We are minds in a wonderful body. We are artists.
In this multitude, among billions of faces, our Psyche is invisible to the system that man has erected. The state does not see us, but for those who have chosen us, we are everything. This is the portrait of an invisible who became a Person.
I VOTE COMMUNIST
Vladimir Mayakovsky, considered the cantor of the Bolshevik Revolution, said: “To join or not to join? The question does not arise for me. It's my revolution ”.
I am a communist, for me, the problem of joining the Revolution, which can lead us towards a New Era of Light, does not arise. I grew up in a humble working-class family. We did not have the villa with a swimming pool, but we were proud, after a day of work by my parents, to be able to eat bread and tomatoes, with a slice of mortadella. My father was a communist since he was a boy, after seeing German soldiers at work during the Second World War. I grew up with communist ideals. At 17 I was reading what was then really a communist newspaper, “Il Manifesto”. I have never understood the bourgeois, who, on the chessboard, play a game of their own, aimed at the survival of their privileges. The meaning of the class struggle was immediately clear to me. The ruling class hates the people, exploits them, starves them, stigmatizes them. They don't want us free, but slaves. Now, after 4 centuries of the banking system, we are at the final squeeze. They are creating the world they want. A world in which, if you are not part of the elite, you are a loser with no chance. They outraged us. Laughed. Hit in the body and mutilated our dreams. I am a communist because, to date, I do not see a better system for bringing people together and guaranteeing their prosperity. In Italy, we will vote on September 25, 2022 for the new parliament. I will vote for "Italy sovereign and popular", the list with which the Communists want to be able to have their say and give a voice to a people who, frankly, of the lords of the Earth, can no longer take it. It is this damned invitation to competition that has killed us all, in place of a cooperation that would have made us grow as people, giving us a way to bring out the best in us. I do not know who is completely serene in these hours, since the pandemic began, which was faced by our rulers with absolute bad faith and deception, daily spreading filthy putrid lies elevated to the rank of courtly truths. I am tired of all of them there. They have marked the lowest point in the Republic, they have taken our children, they have forced pregnant women to use their magic serum, which did nothing but cause illness and death. Who can sleep peacefully? I vote Communist for a New Era of Light. I still have this right. A mass of thugs are starving the Earth. The children of many parts of the world cry. Even our children who often, for the management of the pandemic, ended up in the psychiatrist with suicide attempts and severe forms of depression. I will voice my dissent. I don't want the world to be run by bankers' lackeys, who don't care what world it will be in a hundred years. I vote "sovereign and popular Italy" because I see no alternative to Communism. Social equity is not a utopia, it must be built step by step, in a vision of a healthy and just society. They committed crimes against the people: they isolated us at home, they no longer allowed people to meet, they gave us a code that was supposed to allow us to do things and they humiliated the world of work. It would make sense for them to be put in the bar and tried for their crimes. For all these things, I vote "sovereign and popular Italy", the only way out. It is still clear to me why they hate us so much, why we are not monsters like them and they envy our Humanity. On September 25, do not vote for your tormentors. Don't do it. Vote for those who want to free you from the yoke of being considered little more than a commodity. I will be on the front line, fighting, because this Italy cannot die a slave. They told us so many lies, far too many. For me, the problem of adhesion does not arise: this is my Revolution, the one capable of leading us towards a New Era of Light, in which children are not touched by filthy hands. To all my friends, I make an appeal: do not allow those who have hurt you to continue to massacre you. Keep your guard up. Respect yourself. We are the people and we have great strength. Let's not disperse it. They will never make us rest easy, they will always hunt us down, to mutilate us. Not to let us have social rights, like the one to work. We suffered the shame of the stigma of "novax", they offended us, denigrated us, treated us like criminals, when they were the criminals, with their blue cars and a boundless ability to harm, like perfect psychopaths. Do not vote for those who have made your life hell, from which you have not yet freed yourselves. Vote "sovereign and popular Italy", it is the only way out ... I embrace you, in this hour that radiates a new light for an entire nation ...
Hello everyone! Let me introduce myself: I am Massimiliano Folegatti, a revolutionary. The need for a Revolution of the Psyche has manifested itself more and more urgently in recent years, since the grip of the capital became fierce. The pressure it exerts on the minds is chilling and aims to destroy the right feeling, the critical and analytical capacity and the serenity of individuals. In a nutshell: he wants to drive people crazy. So, either we resign ourselves or we rebel, all together, all in unison, all in an unstoppable way. I write from Italy, from a country that was rotten even before the Pandemic, which has only finished the dirty work of the ruling elites, who have nothing authoritative, only money and power. I, frankly, am really sad when I think about it: they want total control over all the fundamental aspects of people's lives. The dominants are not good people, they have no interest in making people feel good. They are highly organized and know in which direction to proceed, the one with which to annihilate the legitimate aspirations of individuals in order to reduce them to a state of permanent slavery. To resist and dream of a new, healthy and just world, we must organize ourselves as well. The problem is not why, because the reason is under the sunlight, the problem is how. How should we organize ourselves? First, be peaceful. One cannot give in to the temptation of violence, it is what they are waiting for, to proclaim a military state. Second, inquire. There are many initiatives in this period for a full realization of the Person far from the oppression of the system. When I finished correcting my first novel, "Musa - Pensieri di un artista", in 2019 and I published it, it contained a strong denunciation of all the charms with which the system subjugates populations and I thought that would be the point lowest in our history. Then came the Pandemic, the triumph of imbecility and the final siege, from which many people would not recover. The mental health of people is at stake: there is no greater good in the world, and that is why it is right to fight, absolutely. It is absolutely not fair what they are doing. They move fast. Every day they make decisions against people, who passively suffer them, with a serious emotional and psychic backlash. They want to lead us to a slave Humanity, which no longer has aspirations and is resigned to any unjust law, as were those during the Pandemic, which literally killed us, leaving us to live in a state of perennial trauma, as many specialists have written. We cannot accept it. For us, for our children. For those who will live in a hundred years. So, either you homologate and become a puppet, or you rebel and you are not there. There is no third way. Waiting will not help, this global problem will not be solved by itself. This black wave will not stop by a miracle or by the divine intervention of a superior being who came to save the Earth. Our commitment is needed. Your active behavior is urgent. We are many, scattered around the world, but we have not yet created an adequate network for us and our inalienable rights. We must mobilize peacefully and irreducibly, as some are already doing. Ours will be a festive action to protect what we have most inviolable: our own life. One day not too far away, people will march free, through the streets of the cities. The children will be held by the hand by their parents, the elderly will delight in the sight of so many beautiful people along the way and all this crap will be just a bad distant memory. I feel it. We just have to understand that the other is like us, that he is fighting battles similar to ours and that we need to confront him. One day, the evil instances of capitalism will be wiped out by a more just and healthy world and no one will be able to prevail over the other. So it will work. I know, since no evil kingdom lasts forever. I have written a lot of music and a lot of words, in the last 15 years, since my Muse has given me a new meaning and I am proud to be part of this Humanity. They cannot win, they are evil and the truth, sooner or later, will re-emerge and shine. It's just a matter of time: you can't fool everyone forever, that's the truth and they add lies every day to keep up a sandcastle that is destined to falter and then crumble miserably to the ground. Let's break it down with the light of the truth of the Psyche, which must not be trampled on, humiliated and mocked. Let's hug. Let's protect ourselves. It is necessary to know how to defend oneself from that black tide of lies that they feed on us every day. It is necessary to remain lucid and alert, we can do it: the fate of the planet is at stake ... A warm hug to all of you ...
Art is the highest form of hope
Gerhard Richter is a German painter who, in 1982, expressed this idea in the text of the catalog of the exhibition Documenta 7. Art, therefore, as the highest form of hope. Art as an intrinsic value. Art as a tool to continue believing in a better tomorrow. It should be noted that the artist does not express himself by saying that art is a form of hope, but the highest, the most noble, the most powerful. Since the third millennium began, no more art has been made, this technological civilization no longer creates and a community that does not generate art is hopeless. Every past civilization has had its own form of art, let's think, for one thing, of the Baroque. We, on the other hand, no longer create, we are all hooked to our technological devices without looking up to the sky, which is also there, to remind us how wonderful the Universe is. Art is the highest form of hope, which we have lost. There is no longer a story to tell, an evocative image, a sound that excites us. It all happened because of reality shows, which hurt people. Dirty language, characters looking for an audience, gruesome plots. Then came the turn of the new music, the trap, which, in a word, is not music. This beginning of the 21st century did not generate music, there is not, and cannot be, in these conditions. It is the beginning of the century that has stopped dreaming. To believe in a possibility of transformation of society. To feel like a beautiful civilization. Everything is horrible, in fact. Everything is unhealthy. All mephitic. This civilization has forgotten about music. He gave up hope. He killed the original child in us and he wants to be well. There are no new sounds. There are those who continue to play, with passion, but, for the company, they do not exist. Art is the highest form of hope and assassinating it was a real crime, since, with it, the intelligence and sensitivity of people, destined for a poor life, have been exterminated.
"The creation of the new shuns the day, since its nature is secret. [...] There is a necessary but hidden and singular work, a masterful work, which you must do secretly for the love of the dead."
(C. G. Jung - Red Book, p.297)
(C. G. Jung - Red Book, p.297)
With Jung's words in mind, how one should evaluate people in today's civilization, who show and exhibit their every victory, or regression or idiotic thought, in this all-Western obsession with sharing one's whole life on a screen , to get a dopamine rush in the masturbatory perspective that the capitalist system wanted? The revelation of the innermost Self requires time and silence, concentration and introspection. It takes the courage of pregnancy, peace, the ability to wait and understand, with calm, intelligence and sensitivity. You cannot skip the stages, which, on the contrary, must be fully enjoyed. Every single step is an intimate victory, which makes us happy, which gives us the strength to go forward confident and hopeful, in a silence full of beauty. Art can do a lot. An art found and made new. Civilization is now in disarray. The I - You relationship has been killed, replacing it with a mob of howling I's, seeking approval and veneration, mother's milk and narcissistic complacency, in a truly complex and serious neurosis. I had to create myself. Step by step, day after day, in a truly lasting gestation, thanks to the relationship of love with my partner, who saw the man inside the rebellious boy. Art has been by my side in all the steps. We live a civilization of technological devices: before living a mountain, we photograph it and photography is more important than our ocular vision. This civilization has no future, because it has murdered the highest and most legitimate aspirations of the individual and art, which is the highest form of hope. I am Massimiliano Folegatti, author of the novel "Muse - Thoughts of an artist", in which I set out the guidelines of the New Era of Light, an artistic current that intends to be a bridge between today and a radiant tomorrow. Yet the Lucenti exist, they are among us. They are those who have not become attached to the monstrous idea of ontic death. They are those who continue to make art, in the secret of their own studio. It is the fearless who continue to hope. And it is thanks to them that the world will be able to continue to breathe ... This darkness will not last forever. There will be a New Era of Light. There will be hope for a more just world ... In the meantime, before it manifests itself for everyone, the New Era of Light can be within you, in your daily life, in the amazed way with which you look at a flower and in the way kind with whom you address a person ...
We live in the era of the biggest scam ever made, due to which the human being is disoriented. This global fraud has corrupted art, reducing it to mere pornographic entertainment; humiliated Beauty, after which nihilism would have made it the master and outraged every vision of otherness, since the different was banned, condemned to extinguish itself with its load of experiences, feelings and emotions, destroying the I - You relationship , which is the basis of life. Another thought is no longer allowed, only the hegemonic one exists, otherwise we end up on the proscription lists. The internal child was then killed after bloody torture. The advent of the twenty-first century saw the disintegration of every form of artistic thought, no longer linked to an idea of man's greatness that aspires to a perception and translation of beauty, which manifests itself in a myriad of parts with which the person can know and recognize himself in the other, a constant resource and inexhaustible source of inspiration, but a commodity has been substituted for creation, which soon became a neurotic and narcissistic display and exhibition of nothingness, with the affirmation of a plethora of subjects who sing the achievement of wealth, success and fame, without more digging, introspection, analysis of one's internal world. It is not easy to be an artist today. Perhaps it never was, least of all in the era of global lies. It is hard to see your own source from which you want to be attracted to translate the amazement of abandonment and the wonder of feeling part of the Universe into signs of art. Son. Father and lover. Sentient beings. They don't want us to be able to feel, to think, to grow as people. We crave slaves and a slave just has to perform. Art was attacked, with the advent of reality shows, vectors of the prevailing nihilism. Bodies of women and men have been put on display, in order to activate the individual's lowest thrusts. This pornography is rampant. I no longer exist, as a function of the relationship with the other, but only I exist, this is mine, and you only have to venerate me, because Narcissism, which is a well-defined psychiatric pathology, has been raised to a noble attitude, has been fed on social networks, it has finally become normality, with endless dopamine discharges. So if normality is the neurosis of pathological narcissism, the real normals no longer exist. There are my photos on the net that must receive 5000 likes, in an alienating process that will lead everyone to psychosis. In fact, most people are in the grip of insanity. For this reason art, today, can do little, since there are no longer great songs of humanity in which people can recognize each other, admire each other, fall in love. Those who have remained intact, have resisted, make art in the secret of their own room. It is a poor world that has renounced art, representation, the sacred encounter with the other. It is a world destined for extinction. This is why I write, to remind myself that I am still alive, while listening to Mahler or looking at a watercolor by Klee. This is the biggest scam ever made. They intend to turn people into automatons and they are succeeding. Theirs looks like a triumphal ride. In my small studio, however, I will try to find sounds and words to describe the enchantment of Beethoven's Ninth and I will try to shape works of art that are worthy. Art is the mirror of the society that produces it. We had the Baroque, the Romanticism, now we have reality shows and talk shows. We've come a long way! However, I am not a pessimist. There will be a New Era of Light, for those who know how to follow it ... Art will once again be a beacon for Humanity, which will rediscover the thrill of a trumpet solo. This is just one phase. If we were all awake, we would abandon it asap. The sacredness of growth has been mutilated. Nobody stops to reflect on that wound, analyze it, listen to it and heal it, after having disinfected it well. Better the triumphant Narcissism based on nothing, which however guarantees a lot of visibility. It is a sick society that has infected most. It is a world to be eradicated. There is nothing good about capitalism. One thrives on distortions. Of dissonic signals. Of perversions. It is really difficult to find a dimension outside of all this, but it is possible to do so, indeed it is a must, because we deserve to be human, beautiful, proactive, in our impulses and in our representations. I'm trying to stay a man. I don't always have something to say, so I remain silent and listening to my inner world, which I treat with extreme tact. It is time for good Psychiatry, which saves us from the atrocities of which unsolved beings are capable. It is time for authentic sharing. It is time to go back to really dreaming, men and women, children and the elderly, in a wonderful song that rises towards the Universe of which we are children.
The Revolution of consciences
The news is lying. The newspapers pass off only lies as noble truths. In this chaos, it is necessary to have a scientific approach to the reality of things, which is not the method of that pseudoscience that makes the catwalks on TV. We are at war. A war clash between truth and lies and we are in the middle. Probably no one will bomb us with fighter planes, but we are still victims of a contamination of what is authentic and real that is gradually becoming irreversible. It is urgent to reverse the process. We have to go back to the light of Truth. This implies, among many aspects, that we must know how to attribute an exact value to what surrounds us. A Revolution of consciences is taking place. It is my Revolution: for me, the problem of membership does not arise. We will continue to be slaves if we don't do something. Since I was young, I have dreamed of a Revolution of the Psyche, a movement of rebellion of those who had suffered the pains of a soul and were trying to soothe the suffering of a wounded mind. Perhaps today I am rotting next to them in demonstration. Maybe they are close to me and think of their brothers. I want to imagine feeling them close, it is a thought that gives me courage. At a certain point in your life, you will discover how beautiful it can be, in the Truth, that Truth derided and humiliated by the rulers and you will realize the importance of the Revolution for a New Age of Light. With consideration and a critical sense, You will evaluate that for you there is no more important mission. This is truly the Revolution of consciences. This is truly the transition from the darkness of the early millennium to the Light of a world where no one will think anymore of wanting to hurt themselves or those close to them. Humanity has been on the way for a long time. He has not yet found his most beautiful song, it has not yet been written. I want to trust. I think the men of darkness will not be able to hide the Truth for too long. It was all mortified. The collective dream of a happy, peaceful, creative human race, first and foremost. The arts were killed, for commercial substitutes that lasted two months, in the heads of the people, only to disappear miserably. Beauty was offended. Real artists continued to produce, everyone else ate the crumbs of the rulers. It is necessary to refound. This Capitalism is not reformable. It must be razed to the ground. The children will return to play on the street. True science will help man to feel good, discover himself and the Universe. Men will no longer go to war. This is the Revolution I have been waiting for for a long time. I wrote about this moment in “Muse - Thoughts of an Artist”, published in 2019. It's RoY's dream. This is not the time to point out the differences between us. Everyone has their own thoughts, but we all want a clean world in which the hoax of fraud no longer reigns. We are a minority. Revolutions have always been born of small groups of people with common ideals. It is time to march peacefully. Enforce our thoughts. Revolutionize the world. We will be proud of it and one day we will tell it to our grandchildren, by the fire, in the evening, as the most beautiful story that has ever been written. Let's hug. In retrospect, it was far too obvious that the psychosis of Capital could not last forever without harming people's right feelings and their rights. Capital, with blind violence, demands more and more. It must be arrested. Condemned. Canceled. Let's start thinking about the company we want. What do we want for our children? Let's imagine it, and then build it. A war, when it is right, must also be fought alone and we are not alone, because, although a minority, we represent a people. The deceptions were revealed, the extent of what they were hiding was understood more and more clearly. We must have courage. Strengthened by our thinking and the world of emotions that the idea of a finally happy world arouses in us. In the New Age of Light there will be a need for the contribution of all the willing: thinkers, writers, artists and a people that isolates all attempts to mystify reality in the bud.
¡Buen viento, Marineros!