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“The fury of confession, at first, then the fury of clarity: It was from you, Death, that such hypocritical obscure feeling was born! And now let them accuse me of every passion, let them bad-mouth me, let them say I’m deformed, impure, obsessed, a dilettante, a perjurer. You isolate me, you give me the certainty of life, I’m on the stake. I play the card of fire and I win this little, immense goodness of mine. I can do it, for I have suffered you too much! I return to you as an émigré returns to his own country and rediscovers it: I made a fortune (in the intellect) and I’m happy, as I once was, destitute of any norm, a black rage of poetry in my breast. A crazy old-age youth. Once your joy was confused with terror, it’s true, and now almost with other joy, livid and arid, my passion deluded. Now you really frighten me, for you are truly close to me, part of my angry state, of obscure hunger, of the anxiety almost of a new being.”

Quote by Pier Paolo Pasolini

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Roman Poems

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Pier Paolo Pasolini
Pier Paolo Pasolini

Italian film director known for his unique artistic style and profound social criticism. Pasolini's films spanned a variety of styles, from Neorealism to political satire, often exploring themes of class, gender, and social inequality. His notable works include 'La Dolce Vita', 'The Decameron', and 'Sodoma 120 Days'. more

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