Why barnum’s freak?
The big top of the american circus by barnum gives to the visitor an amazing and unreal show: the freak show represented a general transformation of the approach about reality, the strange body was no longer perceived as a prodigious event or heavenly sign but as a fault, an exception to a regular process of the nature. An ordinary man, an ordinary woman, if strange, any irregular body, conveniently dressed up and showed according to precise plans, was considered as freak. The monsters to be showed are men having behaviours that our culture thinks are immoral: nakedness, sexual freedom, polygamy, lackness of hierarchy, normal use of drugs. The monster is necessary to the mental integrity of us all and, against its will, increases the cohesion of the so-called ‘normal people’ against all the forms of perversion. A quite confused conception, but sufficient to satisfy the early craving of normality: that blurry desire of conformity and uniformity that each of us harbors inside ourselves. The Project: R-(e)volution Loading The world in which we live is a professional system created to hide a terrible reality…we are all slaves, locked into a prison with no walls, no bars, no smell, a prison to our mind. The title of our concept starts from 2 keynotes, according to us, indivisible ‘revolution and evolution’ that merged each other create a neologism well-beloved to us ‘r (e) evolution’.
“Il Sonno della ragione produce mostri, e se tu guarderai troppo a lungo nell’abisso, anche l’abisso vorrà guardare dentro di te…”
Our first recording work.
A concept Album on the re-evolution of the individual and the achievement
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In the realm of Ithaca, amid shadows and light,
Penelope, the queen, awaits with a heart alight.
Ulisse, valorous warrior, distant in strife,
Whispers words of love, entrusting them to the wind.
In a sunset’s kiss, amidst ruins of gold,
Penelope sits, her gaze pleadingly bold.
Weaving dreams in the tapestry of fate,
She awaits the return of her divine mate.
In the wind that whispers through distant lands,
Ulisse sends promises, resonant strands.
Penelope, my queen, in the fiery clash,
I await the dawn, our new day shall flash.
Ulisse, ‘mid courage and starry night,
Grasps the sword, hope chained tight.
Yet in the warrior’s heart, a flame does burn,
The call of love, the soul does yearn.
In the wind that whispers through distant lands,
Ulisse sends promises, resonant strands.
Penelope, my queen, in the fiery clash,
I await the dawn, our new day shall flash.
Seasons tinged with melancholy’s art,
Yet Penelope, waiting, loses no part.
Ulisse, in the shadow, feels the call
Promises a return, an eternal thrall.
In the wind that whispers through distant lands,
Ulisse sends promises, resonant strands.
Penelope, my queen, in the fiery clash,
I await the dawn, our new day shall flash.
In the kiss of a radiant new day,
Ulisse returns, triumphant, hungering for love’s play.
Penelope, ‘mid tears and smiles that glow,
Embraces her hero, her Ulisse, in the afterglow.
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Posizione:
82 Main St. Brooklyn, NY
Data:
24 Ottobre 2021