2009


MISERERE MEI

 

MISERERE MEI

"Miserère mei, Deus, secùndum magnam misericòrdiam tuam.
Et secùndum multitùdinem miseratiònum tuàrum, dele iniquitàtem meam.
Àmplius lava me ab iniquitàte mea,
et a peccàto meo munda me."

Salmo 51


NEMESIS

 
 

RADE SERBEDZIJA

Los Angeles on the road


RELATIVE OBSCURITY

“I have found God, but he is insufficient.”
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer


CLOCKWORK ORANGE MEETS PLAYBOY

Los Angeles, window display


Le cirque

On this road, between a row of dying sycamore trees and busy trollies, Chinatown ends and the Kasbah of Milan begins. On the ruins of the Little School of Circus, the weeds grow as undisturbed as gypsy camps.
It was once a place where small children went to learn acrobatics, to expound on their creativity and relish in their childhood. On weekends, you would often see grandparents with red clown noses and grandchildren with their hair tangled with corriander, crowding the entrance of this little red and white tent.

The little school was evicted in 2007 by the City of Milan, in order to build a parking lot that is still not there.

In this crooked and badly overgrown area, where the Little School of Circus once was, there is still some poetry to be found. The poetry speaks of a tender, gentle, humane Milan that could be stolen from a Fellini movie, that now exists only in memory. This tiny tent provided a social function whose value was far greater than a multi-floor parking lot that is yet to exist, especially with another in construction less than 500 meters away.