GIANLUIGI MATTIA

The insignificant GRAMOGRUMO of my insomnia
The place and thoughts

On second thoughts, I have always lived as in a dream, as in a state of hallucination, always, even when I was giving myself reasonable life goals, even if I were imposing upon myself discipline and socially virtuous rules of behaviour. I was not there, I never was there! I avoided the inescapable everyday mediocrity and miserable life; that immanence of those required, mechanical actions set on a value system that I still consider poor, oppressive, and sometimes repulsive.
I was never there due to a natural talent…
I worked on that talent because it is always risky, even dangerous, to enter the mess of primary drives, those instincts which chastise you only to let you emerge with a fragile balance and therefore, to let you enter again, because life wanted me and I badly wanted life. And yet, at the age when you consider yourself as a miraculous survivor, there are definitely more questions than answers (and those, uncertain).

All of us, for some reason, leave a memento of our having lived with those special attitudes. Even a killer, a good female cook, a businessman, a gigolo, and so on… Artists are no exception to this basic truth, even if with their differences they live a memento according to the major or minor dimension of their creativity.
I am thinking of the roaring of some together with the burp of others. Many small-minded artists (a burp, indeed) exist cheerfully (what an arrogance!) today.


Memories are areas where places and times are too often senseless and unknowable. Sometimes memories are the absolute perception of a before-us, before our unimportant life.


The word, if it is not flesh, does not exist;
flesh endowed with meaning, emotions, inspiration… at moments, ontological memory, beyond its legitimate and often repressed meanings, stratified layers… So, the word is the physicality of the whole being.
Apuleius, Martial, Rabelais, Rimbaud, Celine, Joice, E.Miller, Petrolini, Sanguineti, P. Conte, Rilke, Seferis, Kavafis, Montale, Calvino, Queneau…


There is a step in creative activity that requires an organizational structure, which is part thinking (with its hyperbolic and structural syntax), part chemistry of materials and part the unlimited area of tools. It is an activity, which develops within a liquid dimension where, together with confirmations and (never final) answers, blockages, aphasia and bewilderment coexist: all this is part of that special material thinking.