1. WHY ARE THEY SO ELITIST?

    THESE PEOPLE, WHO SPEND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS WITH DUSTY BOOKS THAT WILL NEVER GET A JOB DOING SOMETHING USEFUL OR CREATIVE? THEY LEARN A LANGUAGE OR SEVERAL? WHY ARE THEY SO FUC*ING PRETENTIOUS AND DEVOID OF HUMAN CONTACT? N.B.to myself - University Challenge Does Have an Audience!

  2. THE GIRL FROM THE BSR

    SHITTING PARIOLI MUSHROOMS

    IN THE DAYS BEFORE I RUINED IT

    WHEN THINGS WERE GOOD

    WHEN THINGS SLOTTED INTO EACH OTHER

    WITH EASE AND MARSCAPONE

    AND OTHER WORDS FOR LUBRICANT

    AND LITTLE GIRLS CRIED TEARS OF OPEN WOUNDS

    AND OPEN SOARS AND LITTLE OPEN

    TEARS

    AND THE FIRE WROTE IN NEON

    THAT THE VERY WORST TOUCHES FROM YOUR FAVOURITE

    WORST NIGHTMARE.

    FLOODED IN ON ITSELF

    -       PEACE WAS SITTING VERY COMFORTABLY WITH WEIGHTY WORRY

    -       AND SAID NOTHING.

    NOT AS THING

    UNTIL WE CHANGED, AND CRIED OR DIED OR ANYTHING STRANGE.

    AND STRAIGHT AWAY THE STOUT BRUSHED THE HAIR FROM HIS EYES   

    AND WINKED

    AND THE NON-SCHOLAR REBEL REASONED THAT IF NO-ONE WAS HURT IT WOULD BE FINE.

    BUT HE DIDN’T RECKON ON THAT GIRL FROM AUGUSTUS WHO WAS SITTING THERE AND LUSTING.

    IT WOULD BE HELPFUL IF SHE DIDN’T TALK SO LOUD AND OFTEN BUT SHE DID AND SHE TALKED OVER PEOPLE AND MORE TASTELESS THAN MOST.

    AND THROUGH THE WHISPERS OF GOLD SHE DISAPPEARED.

    ST O’MALLEY 01/01/12

     

     

  3. IF YOU SERIOUSLY THINK ABOUT IT, IT MAY JUMP UP AND BITE YOU ON THE ARSE SAYING THE FOOD IS A BIT RUBBISH HERE, GOD SHE DOES GO ON AND ON!

    AND ON, AND ON, AND ON ……………………………………………………

  4. — PASOLINI 

  5. the desire for wealth of the roman lumpenproletariat

    I observe them, these men brought up to a life other than mine, fruit
    of so different a history, here met again,
    almost brothers, the final form
    of Roman history, I observe them: in all
    there’s an air of shepherds asleep
    armed with knives; in their life juices
    lies an intense darkness,
    the papal jaundice of Belli
    not purple but lifeless pepper-red,
    bilious terracatta. Their underwear
    threadbare and dirty; an irony in the eye
    reveals a wet, red
    repulsive burning. The evening exposes them
    in hideaways, in ghettos
    of narrow alleys, low walls, passageways
    and little windows lost in silence.
    And surely the first of their passions
    is the desire for wealth,
    sordid as their unwashed limbs,
    hidden yet exposed,
    deprived of all modesty,
    as without modesty some fluttering bird of prey
    pre-tastes a bite,
    or like a wolf or a spider.
    They long for money like gypsies, mercenaries, whores;
    they complain if they don’t get it,
    using gross flattery to get it,
    boasting like Plautus
    if their pockets are full of it.
    If they work - mafiosi butchers,
    beastly shiner-uppers, consumptive bums,
    day laborers like dogs -
    they all have the same air of thieves:
    too ancient a shrewdness in those veins …

    They came out of their mothers’ bellies
    to find themselves on sidewalks or in prehistoric fields,
    inscribed in birth registers
    which want all history to forget them …
    Their desire for wealth
    is at once bandit-like and aristocratic,
    like mine. Everybody thinks of himself,
    of winning the anguished bet,
    of telling himself, “we made it” with a royal sneer …
    Our hopes are equally obsessive:
    esthetic in me, anarchic in them.
    The refined one and the lumpen-proletarian
    in the same hierarchic order of feeling,
    both outside history,
    in a world with no way out
    except through sex and the heart,
    with no profundity except in the senses.
    In which joy is joy, pain pain.

    — PASOLINI ROMAN POEMS 

  6. OH CRIKEY THIS LOOKS WRONG! GIVE ME A MINUTE TO FIGURE IT OUT!

  7. Three gestures at the weekend party

    The three gestures at the weekend party

    Tres slightly plump boarding school peni

    Went overboard on the plastic

    Behaviour and simple gestures of their improper notes

    And talked several times about their very proper

    Near expulsions from this very proper plastic

    School that pretended to be littered

    Up to the eyeballs in wanks

    And hardness and the gentle

    Misdemeanours

    And the talk of their wan king frenzied up

    To the point where the fire went out

    And the mouth next to me started to bellow

    That the fellows should join him

    On this journey of superior malevolence

    Never met a man who genuinely wanted to

    Show his arse to the world and massage it to bellow

    With deep dark and desperate

    Smells.

    And the noise grew worse as the

    Fellows remembered how righteous

    They felt back then, how the slightest

    Prick would cock him down to

    Reality and the idea simply

    Put the next round of drinks down their gullets.

    And they punched each other with the delight

    Of a thousand empty nights

    And all the empty thoughts that accompanied them.

    Fellow number one simmered

    Fellow number two gently spoke with mild derision

    Fellow number three just simply wanted them madded

    More madder than a mild version of hell

    More sadder than the crazy artist he was

    Than his hazy attempts at fitting in!

    I was slightly bewildered and scared that

    Men acted this way and that they genuinely wanted

    To scare and dare the want from the

    Eyes of non-believers

    From the heart of my soul

    And their soddenness.

                                                                            S T O’Malley XMAS 2011 

  8. Thomasomalley.com →

    Thomas O’Malley’s actor website. Take a look.

  9. Ambrugio Larenzetti’s The Allegory of Bad Government.

    Ambrugio Larenzetti’s The Allegory of Bad Government.

  10. Petronius, Pasolini, Poetry and Me.

    One of reasons it’s great coming to Italy, is that I can research for my next film, based on The Allegory of Bad Government, by Ambrugio Lorenzetti - a fresco in the the Palazzo Pubblico Town Hall in Siena, Tuscany.

    It is an irreplicable snapshot of everyday life in Siena in the middle ages. What can happen if tyranny is in charge of Government? - a problem which still has significance today. I have been traveling around Europe quite a bit for the past ten years. In that time I’ve gathered up impressions I’d like to share - they will come and go as I write - but I will try to keep things simple and beautiful.