Lars&the Italian girl

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Women’re messy ; voo-doo,wanton; dark, free-spirited, witchy,

 We yearn for the divine.is it our silent 2nd X calling to us?…

 

This strange &wonderful mood came over me after watching  a show with a premise beggin to be made fun of”

wait for it    ::)

…a bunch of rich kids in Rome bum around to..fab. Italian electro-pop…in slow motion

.and then i realised that it’s GENIUS.it manages to capture that elusive, unworldly yearning young,non-conformist teen girls*young women experience..of the Background calling to us. We don’t know what it is @ that age, we won’t come to recognise it until we digest some Mary Daly *the lucky few among us*

But alas, back then we DON”T know. But we feel stifled, bored to the bone, unable to put it into words cos our magical perception doesn’t exist in man’s language.

So we try ANYthing to avoid hitting our heads against the wall. We cast spells

We do that whole erotic thing

We travel,

We do spontaneaiety, drugs, swim naked in the dark, howl @ the moon

We scream..we cry….and yearn, yearn, yearn

                     It LOOKS like your normal youthful exploration (cause that’s what boys do ),but what it really covers up is that longing, gnawing desperation

…for something to happen, for something to change/ 

For something to set us free.so we can be Druids,dancing around a fire,chanting merry&running wild

…And  nothing ever does 

The panther pacing in a cage inside us stays trapped &hungry.stark raving mad

Some female artists manage to pour into their art. The Bronte sisters&Virginia Woolf. Dworkin.Frida Kahlo.The film-maker of the feminist revenge fantasy vampire Persian movie.The Piano director.Authors of the dark magic collection of short stories (1 was a masterpiece:about a voo-doo mistress&her slave apprentice).Blue-beard & other fairty-tales.I know this 1’s weird , but..the 1st Twilight movie w. That rock-indie feel; Harry POtter;HAnna

 

Until seeing this show; I couldn’t identify this feeling popping up in me whenever i could get into the right frame of body&soul. I’ve experienced it since childhood& used to put it down to depression

In fact, i didn’t even understand that WHILE watching it.I kept waiting for something to start happening plot-wise,as we meddled along with our bright-eyed;rarely speaking heroine.;as she gallivates around  sexy Roman ruins to synth-score,and with quiet ,violent desperation worn on her sleeve. The suitable title for this sublime nothing-ness would be “Desperate Italian Girls”

For she shall stay desperate.After she smokes the joints, gets her fill of titilating ugly boys,doing silly things with another desperate girl,writing down verses,chasing excitement in dark corners…..

Given that she gets thru all these walkabout shennanigans in 1 piece and without scars.the panther’ll stay locked up&growling

 

 

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