Volta owes Galvani everything,
who, with his frog, had intuitively sensed the electrical
force of the muscles. In order to increase animal energy he
constructed a battery: once upon a time, there was a battery,
nowadays we have step and fitness in every gym. The Divine
Comedy of the bum muscles, the biceps, the triceps together
with the firming up of the breasts.
This empty energy, though, “puffs us up” with a certain
empty shape, without thought: St. Augustine wrote Contra
Pneumaticos against this type of heresy of stupidity.
But, energy is neither created nor destroyed, it is
translated and is forever the same as Einstein said.
Art may, indeed, be born of the limb, which is the hand that
allows us to bend and flex, as well as to take hold of
The vampire is the artistic animal par excellence. It is he
who knows to suck the energy of the others with art and
great elegance, since most people do not much notice it or
else they think that Prostitution is just as beautiful as
the Mona Lisa.
In this sense, Manzoni’s shit has given expression to the
greatest form of energy, while all the rest is dispersed
just like the trickling of a broken toilet, out of which
But since the firemen and plumbers and the parasites and
algae and fungi and pimps and brown-nosers and middlemen
immediately recognise when there’s food to be downed,
everything else left after all that shit has become pure
Viva viva viva Chernobyl.
Gulp, I gotta get away from here in my car to Duckburg.