Patrizia Poli
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Patrizia Poli was born in Livorno in 1961. Writer of fiction and blogger, she published seven novels.
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Carlo Valentini, "Elvira, the Model o f Modigliani"
“Death overtook him when he came to glory” Being portrayed by Modì, They used to say, was like “having your soul undressed”. The setting is that of Montmatre and Montparnasse, the portrait in particular stands out on the cover of the book by Carlo Valentini: “Elvira the model of Modigliani.”
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Journal
Another Edgar Allan Poe
From adolescence to the grave, Poe lived a tormented existence — visited by ghosts of disappointed hopes, haunted by death in love, by stupidity, by the almost madness of many of his gestures, by the vain expectation of success, security and happiness. In an indifferent world that valued money more than poetry, he found solace only in the annihilation of himself.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Horror
En encounter with the devil
If The Man who was Used up and The Spectacles constitute a single block in terms of subject and structure, a further grouping can be formed by two other humorous stories: Bon Bon and Le Duc de l’Omelette. These two stories are, in fact, united by the topic: the encounter with the devil, a situation that is certainly more in keeping with Poe’s inspiration. It seems, in fact, that even when he proposes to make people laugh, Poe feels more at home in the world of larvae than in the living rooms and theaters of everyday life.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Geeks
Gauguin's Flowers
Sara took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes, tired from the light of halogen lamps. In her short-sighted world, the butcher’s shop merged into a liquid shadow with the pharmacy next door. She put the glasses back on in time to see the dust at the passage of a truck, strangled in the narrow and dark street. Together, a strong smell of gunpowder irritated her nostrils.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
The Agenda
What do today’s girls know about the 70s / 80s agenda? And I’m not talking about the Smemoranda or the Moleskine or some multicolored little book on which today’s young people write down thoughts or appointments, assuming that someone still doesn’t use a cell phone. I’m talking about the “agenda” concept of the 70s / 80s.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Lifehack
Edda, Sagas and Kalevala
Thingvellir: behind the black basalt spur, in front of the immense lichen-covered lawn where the Althing was held, the open-air parliament of the Icelanders. In the cold, sulfur-smelling air, in this asphalt-colored lava land, among pumice dunes and geyser puffs, it is necessary to make a classification of memories and mental associations that pile up confused in our heads.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Geeks
The Free Wind
It was the rippling of particles in the wind that awakened Oliver’s attention. The west wind that was strengthening. In his current state, the concentration he could achieve was low, but it was enough for him to feel the hand spreading the flowers and to smell a gentle woman’s scent. He gathered his conscience around him and crossed the darkness to be able to grasp the eyes, the oval of the face and the color of the hair. He also picked up the vibrations of her voice.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
Bram Stoker, "Dracula"
Perhaps if Abraham (Bram) Stoker (1847–1912) had not suffered from an illness that forced him to bed until the age of eight, the themes of endless sleep and resurrection from the world of the dead would not have inflamed his imagination so much. The miraculous healing, the physical recovery of which he was the protagonist, capable of transforming an infirm into an athlete, has much in common with the myth of the vampire who, through blood, rejuvenates, regenerates his tissues, inverts the course of nature.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Horror
Nemesis
The first was the vacuum cleaner. He spat instead of inhaling. Then the dishwasher began to break all the dishes. Then a fresh new plate fell off the cutting cabinet above your foot. And the tree has collapsed a suspicious number of times with all the balls that have shattered and you are there to buy them back at half the price that was now only three days before Christmas.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
