THE GENTLE EMPEROR by Alec Niedenthal
On the Gentle Emperor’s birthday he wore his infinitely long robe. On most other days he wore a robe that was approximately thirty meters long. On his birthday his court selected two of the gentlest subjects in the Empire, one male and one female, to hold a private discourse with him in his royal atrium. This year, however, there were no gentle women to be found, so his court chose two males, Confillion and Dralillion, who were both well-educated adults. Confillion spoke first in the glimmering atrium. “Emperor,” he said, “I believe that the deputies with whom you surround yourself have conspired to render you less gentle. They want a less gentle ruler. We subjects are frightened at the prospect. Oh, Emperor, please challenge these deputies and become more gentle than ever!” The Gentle Emperor nodded his head in assent. The highest-ranking member of his court asked that Dralillion speak next. “Emperor,” he said, “I also believe that the deputies with whom you surround yourself have conspired to render you less gentle. Oh, Emperor, please remain gentle! Or even grow gentler than you have been in the past!” The Gentle Emperor nodded his head gratefully in assent. “I will be gentler than I have been in any past year of my life,” the Gentle Emperor declared from his gilded throne, wringing his fine hands. The Gentle Emperor’s many deputies escorted Confillion and Dralillion out of the atrium, their long pikes pointed at the two grateful subjects.
Manifesto of Futurist Cooking
Italian Futurism, father of numerous Futurisms and avant-gardeisms abroad, will not remain a prisoner of those worldwide victories secured ‘in twenty years of great artistic and political battles frequently consecrated in blood,’ as Benito Mussolini put it. Italian Futurism will face unpopularity again with a programme for the total renewal of food and cooking.
Of all artistic and literary movements Futurism is the only one whose essence is reckless audacity. Twentieth-century painting and twentieth-century literature are in reality two very moderate and practical Futurisms of the right. Attached to tradition, dependent on each other, they prudently only essay the new.
Futurism has been defined by the philosophers as ‘mysticism in action, by Benedetto Croce as ‘anti-historicism’, by Graça Aranha as ‘liberation from aesthetic terror’. We call it ‘the renewal of Italian pride’, a formula for ‘original art-life’, ‘the religion of speed’, ‘mankind straining with all his might towards synthesis’, ‘spiritual hygiene’, ‘a method of infallible creation’, ‘the geometric ,splendour of speed’, ‘the aesthetics of the machine’.
"printed out this broadsheet with the quote, ‘They say it is love. We say it is unwaged labor’ and hung it on my wall. satisfied. went to bed. worried for hours about having zero money. realized, if sadly. we may be poor and lonely, but at least we are unloved…" - maya
“I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you don’t like?” ― Jean Cocteau
"If you are tired, keep going; if you are scared, keep going; if you are are hungry, keep going; if you want to taste freedom, keep going."